"Look at me!" he demanded in a deep hoarse voice.
But I could not. I was ashamed of myself!
"Elizabeth" he wispered softly, and his thick hand palmed my face, and gently turned it facing him.
I could not help the flow of tears that streamed down my face, I felt weak and helpless in his strong arms. Alexander looked down at me tenderly, and he wiped my tears away.
"You are beautiful even when you cry." he said softly, as he cradled me in his arms. No other words were spoken, there was no need.
In the morning when I opened my eyes, I saw Alexander's ruggedly handsome face staring down at me with a crooked smile on his luscious lips. He still held me in his powerful arms, and sometime during the night he had removed the ropes from my wrists, but I could still feel the shackles around my ankles.
I shifted my body a few inches and instantly Alexander's hold tightened and he threw his left leg over both of mine. I gazed up at him questioning his behavior.
"I wasnt trying to go anywhere Alexander, as you can see my feet are still shackled."
Alexander's emerald eyes sparkled, and he lowered his lips and kissed me softly.
"And they will remain shackled until I get the proof that I need. Be grateful that I untied your hands." he said, and his eyes darkened wickedly.
I sighed, confused as ever. Part of me wanted to yell at him to set me free, and the other part of me, wanted to remain his prisoner as long as he fucked my brains out. Again.
"Be patient, soon I will uncover the truth and if you are who you say you are, I will remove your shackles and I will marry you the following moon." he said with determination, and then he carressed my left breast, circling around my nipple until it perked up in aticipation.
I slapped his hand away, which only enticed him even more, and his shaft grew instantly.
"Who said I want to marry you, your big fat ego?" I asked, rolling my eyes and trying once again to free myself of his hold.
He growled and threw his body over me and grinded his shaft on my groin. "You are mine, and you will do as I say! In case you have forgotten, you are but a prisoner, my prisoner!"
"Make up your mind, am I a witch, a prisoner or your sex toy?" I yelled, ignoring the flame that his dick ignited in my groin.
Alexander threw his head back and roared with laughter. "May hap you are a witch, may hap you are not, but you are my prisoner and my sex toy." he teased, and he eased his head downwards and licked my breasts.
I went frigid under his touch and I tried to push him away from me with no success. He lowered his head even lower to my abdoman, and his tongue played with my bellybutton.
"Get off me beast, I am nobody's sex toy, especially not yours!" I yelled, pissed that he would even joke about such a thing.
The warrior raised his head and there was a cold look on his handsome face. Slowly he raised his body off me and jumped off the bed. I think his ego was hurt. He was so darn sexy, his muscles rippled with every step that he took as he wore his kilt, I could see his huge bulge pushing against the material and I sighed. He then grabbed the rope that was on the floor and tied me to the bed post again.
"No please, not this again, please I will behave, I promise." I begged.
But my pleading fell on deaf ears. Alexander walked away from me, opened the door and stepped out, crashing the wooden door shut behind him.
Tears streamed down my face again. Oh GOD what do I do now? Where am I? How did this even happen? I asked myself over and over again.
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