Chapter 9

Mumbling something about finishing something Riddick had left me alone and I left the kitchen to wonder back to the living room, once again reading my book. It was getting dark outside and I curled myself up on the couch. I was trying really hard to focus on the words, but I was distracted. I felt knots in my stomach thinking about what I would be doing tonight. Riddick had taken me this morning, something I could still feel, even though he had been gentle. And tonight he would have me again.

I sighed and laid back, letting the book slide of my legs and onto the couch. I felt the waiting for Riddick to finish only made me more nervous and anxious. I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes, deciding I would wait for Riddick to come and get me if he wanted me so badly…

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I felt warm and the thing I was lying on was soft. I took a deep breath, for a moment enjoying how safe and sound I felt. Then I remembered where I was currently living and that I probably was on the couch, completely asleep while I had promised myself to Riddick every night. I shot up and looked around, disorientated when I saw it was dark and I was in bed, not on the couch.

'What is it?' I heard Riddick ask, his voice deep and husk, like he had been asleep too. I looked beside me and saw him lying on his side, his eyes glimmering in the dark. I then knew he could really see in the dark, his eyes found mine instantly.

'I fell asleep on the couch…' I softly said. Riddick chuckled.

'Yeah, that you did little Hazel. We'll discuss that in the morning, I'm too tired fuck you right now. And you need the rest too.'

I could not believe my ears. I slowly laid back down, still unsure about how I got here. I slowly let my hands wonder down the sheets, feeling my outfit. I was only in my underwear.

'Why am I in your bed?' I asked softly. Riddick growled agitated.

'Because I put you there.' I swallowed. Why would he have done that if he wouldn't wake me to fulfill my part of the deal.

'But you let me sleep?' I asked then. Riddick suddenly sat up straight, a lot closer than I anticipated.

'If you keep talking we can just as well fuck. I am up for it you know,' he threatened me.

'sorry I just- I don't understand why you let me sleep in here when-' His chuckle stopped me from finishing that sentence.

'You are not my whore. You are mine. How many times do I need to tell you that,' he said. His voice was deep and his lips slowly tracing my collarbone froze me.

'You hate my questions,' I stated. He pulled back at those words.

'Nah, I like how you talk back, but stop stating the obvious.' I watched him in the dark. It was not hard with his silvery eyes watching mine.

'I'm sorry,' I said. He chuckled.

'Don't be,' he said, moving over me, right until he settled between my legs and I felt he was not wearing anything at all. I understood where this was going.

'Riddick- ' I asked him, not sure if he would like this question. He cocked his head to the side, watching me. His face was right above mine, his lips almost touching mine.

'I love it when you say my name baby.' I swallowed and felt his hands moved over my bra.

'This morning when we-' I sought the right word to describe what we had done. He chuckled.

'Fucked Hazel, fucked. What about it.' I hesitated a second, but I then told him what I wanted him to know.

'You were gentle, like you said. But-' I was distracted when he unclasped my bra and removed it from me, his fingers kneading my unclothed breasts.

'Yeaaaah?' he asked, his mouth kissing my neck and then my breasts.

'I'm a bit sore,' I said, glad for the dark. I felt how my cheeks flushed and then remembered that he could see in the dark and flushed even more. He moved back and watched me again.

'It's cause you have to get used to it baby. You'll stretch some more.' I nodded and took a breath as if to brace myself for him. His hands lowered and one finger slipped inside my underwear.

I noticed his eyes kept watching mine, like he wanted to see what I felt about his touches. Not once he looked away. It got intense, almost too intense for me. He felt my folds and then slowly entered me with one finger. I sighed softly when he added another.

'Such a good girl little Hazel,' he said, bowing down to capture my lips with his, kissing me deeply when I felt him rub my clit. He took his time rubbing and entering me with his fingers. I felt how I got wetter and wetter. He kissed my jaw and I even felt him lick my ear shell. I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm, but then suddenly his fingers pulled back. He shifted a bit above me, placing something warmer and harder against my opening.

'Please go slow,' I asked in one shaky breath. His chuckle made me nervous but what comforted me a bit was a soft kiss to my forehead.

'Open your legs wider, it'll be good. I promise,' he said. I did as he asked, feeling how my legs felt less painful in this angle. I felt his finger tracing me down there one more time before he pushed himself in. I had to admit, he was going very slow. He bowed down to kiss me, and kept doing it until I felt his balls against me, knowing he was as deep inside as he could go.

'Don't keep silent for me baby,' he mentioned before he pulled back and worked until he had found a steady pace in which I managed to keep breathing. It was good and not painful at all, until he started a quicker pace, going in deep every time he pushed inside. I did not want to stop him, I knew he would end soon enough, but I could not stop a wince when he did hurt me a bit.

What I had not expected was him slowing down immediately.

'Sorry baby,' he mumbled.

'It's fine I can handle it.' I felt his hand going between us, landing on my clit. I also noticed he was speeding up again, but now going a little less deeper than before. He cursed a few times before he came.

That had to be the strangest sensation ever, being filled with something warm, coming from something so very hard.

'Fuck,' he growled, pulling out of me. I shuddered and closed my eyes. It was over, I had another day until he would want me again. I yelped softly when I felt his fingers on my clit. I tried to sit up, but Riddick was still hovering over me, pushing me down again.

'Easy, easy, we're not done yet Hazel.' I tried to find his eyes, and he slowly met mine.

'What do you…,' He rubbed me faster until I started to understand what he was doing.

'You didn't finish Hazel, you will before we go to sleep,' he said, kissing me. I felt him push a finger inside and his finger on my clit was even going faster, driving me over the edge. I closed my eyes and shuddered. It felt good, it was pure bliss. Even when it was Riddick doing it to me.

'Good girl.' He moved off of me and laid down beside me.

'Now we can sleep and you're questions are answered. Yes?' he asked. I could only nod, too tired to speak. He chuckled and turned on his side, placing an arm around me, keeping me close.

'Sweet dreams little Hazel.'

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The next morning I woke up alone in his big bed. I had slept long enough, but felt tired still as I climbed out of the bed and walked towards the shower. I hoped Riddick would not mind me using his, as I did not felt like crossing the hallway naked to reach my own room.

The bathroom smelled like Riddick and soap. He had showered before me, that was for sure. I started the shower and decided I would only come out if I was completely wrinkled all over. My legs hurt a bit and so did it between my legs. But it was nothing I could not handle. I washed myself all over and used a wash cloth to clean myself thoroughly between my legs. I shrieked when I saw blood. It was not much but it was blood. I dropped the cloth and then realized it probably was my period. Nothing to worry about, nothing wrong at all. "What if he gets me pregnant?" My mind suddenly yelled. I had never needed protection because I had not sex before Riddick, but now… everything was different.

I finished the shower and with a large towel I throttled over towards my room and my bag with stuff. I was happy to find a tampon and quickly got dressed.

I needed to find him instantly, asking him about, protection. When I got downstairs and saw him in his office with someone I didn't know, I took a breath and tried to calm down. I needed him now, right now. I sat down on the couch, did not bother to eat something and waited. The book was still lying on the couch, but I knew for sure I would not be able to read right now.

It took a whole hour for him to finish with the man that was inside. I saw the white face of the man before he left the house and a grinning Riddick came out.

'Well, well, waiting for me baby?' he chuckled, motioning for me to follow him inside his office.

'Riddick we need to talk,' I said. He closed the door behind me and watched me with great interest.

'Riddick I am on my period.' He lifted his eyebrows but didn't seemed surprised or startled at all.

'Sooo, we'll fuck in the shower. No problem babe.' He sat down and watched me. I swallowed.

'Riddick, we have not used birth control, we should if you want to-' His eyes shimmered dangerously.

'If I want to what, keep fucking you? Well I will keep fucking you, with or without any protection Hazel. Because you are mine, remember.'

I sighed, I had not meant to offend or anger him.

'Riddick..' He silenced me when he suddenly stood from his chair and frightened me again.

'Get out, you'll be in my room at eight, naked and ready. Understood?' he commanded. I felt tears fill my eyes.

'Riddick I did not mean it that way, I just want to know about-' But he raised his hand and silenced me again.

'Understood?' He asked, completely ignoring me. I felt a tear escape my eye. How could he be like this, right after a night of kindness and compassion? The trust I had unbeknownst put in him, had faded completely. I shook my head, wiped my tears and turned, leaving him alone in his office.

I remembered how I had thought about him the first time he took me here. Somewhere along living here and sleeping with him, I had started seeing him someway different. But I now knew I had to keep myself in check. I lived here as a deal. He did not care about me, he wouldn't ever put me above anything. We would never be a couple of any sorts. I was his whore, and that was all there was to it. I cried and cried and before I knew it I was somewhere outside in his garden. It was silent and it was peaceful, all I needed for now.

Dundundun… Poor Hazel…. Right? How happy are we about this fast update?!