Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... heard shoes clacking with a slow, confident pace down the hall, and she didn't even have the mental strength to look up. She knew even before the expensive leather shoes came into view who she would see. It was all too perfect. Of course he knew where she was. He had probably known exactly where she was going the second she had scurried out of his front door, naked and slimy with his jizz. He had probably known even before she did.

The shiny black shoes stopped, planted firmly and confidently in front of the cell bars. Gina willed herself to look up, to meet his eyes with a defiance that she didn't feel. Her hands gripped the bars of the cell tightly with the effort it took not to cringe back in shame. Her eyes traveled slowly up the tailored pants, hands in pockets, Rolex glinting on the wrist, the well-built chest.

Finally, her eyes rested on Victor's face, split, predictably, by a self-satisfied grin.

Gina couldn't manage to muster up a feeling of defiance. She didn't even feel the anger that this arrogant man so richly deserved. The only feeling left in her after her humiliating intake and a long night in jail orchestrated by this man was inferiority, and the sting of total defeat. Somehow all of his ridiculous, preening superiority had been justified. He had completely played her.

"Well, well, well," Said Victor smugly, "They told me that they had a filthy whore down in the cells. They said that her name was... Gigi." He looked like he was about to burst out ...

... laughing, and Gina flushed red. She had forgotten that she had given that fake name to the officer who searched her.

"Just a..." Her voice broke from nervousness, and she coughed to clear her throat, "Just a nickname," she finished awkwardly, looking down, unable to meet her tormentor's eyes.

"I like it," said Victor. Suddenly, his face grew grim. "Now, are you ready to drop this childish game?"

Gina bit her lip, with tears forming in her eyes. His tone and the power imbalance really did make her, a grown wife and mother, feel like a child. She looked down, unable to speak.

Victor strode forward and pulled Gina's chin up firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"You signed a contract. And, yes, I know, you were lying. You didn't intend to end up my slave. You thought you had tricked me." Victor's eyes were deep brown, hypnotic pools. His voice was as dark and strong as coffee. "You underestimated me, pet. I made this happen," he gestured to the jail cell, "to show you that, whatever you intended, you are mine now. You can't get away. At least for the next month, you're my woman Gina." His huge hand slid up to cup the side of her face possessively. Against her will, Gina felt a coiling of hot, dark lust in her belly.

"Say it." He said, commanding.

"I'm your woman," said Gina in a cracked whisper, feeling the sting of her betrayal towards her family.

The smile returned to Victor's face, and he waved at a cop nearby to open the cell door. "Come on Gigi, ...