The Tycoon's Secret Pregnant-Wife

Macy swept away the debris laying around efficiently, listening to music while she did. Her per-time job as a cleaner was a necessary evil. While her scholarship covered tuition, the remaining expenses were up to her. Having grown up in an orphanage, she had no idea who her parents were.

She was all alone in the world.

Shaking away the depressing thought, she moved to the beat of the music playing through her earphones to cheer herself up.

A tap on her shoulder had her jolting in surprise. Turning rapidly, she relaxed when she saw who it was. It was Mr. Roberts, the manager of the hotel. He was a slender, tall man with a kind smile and nice eyes.

“Mr. Roberts.” She smiled, still relieved. “You startled me.”

“Did I?” He smiled apologetically. “My bad. You were wearing those things,” He gestured to her earphones, “and didn’t hear when I called you.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that it was so loud.” Macy said, but he waved it away.

“No need to apologize, you’re not in trouble.” He held out a bottled water to her. “I thought you might need this.”

“Thank you.” Macy accepted the bottle, grateful for it. Now that he mentioned it, she was thirsty. When was the last time she had water today?

Mr. Roberts watched as she opened the bottle while simultaneously holding the broom. He smiled when Macy took a gulp from the bottle, “Alright. Keep up the good work, Macy.”

“Thank you, sir.” Macy drank from the bottle again as he walked away. It really was refreshing, and just exactly what she needed…

She blinked as a wave of dizziness hit her abruptly. Capping the bottle, she swallowed as another powerful wave hit her again.

What was happening to her? Why was she suddenly dizzy? Was she growing sick? She hoped not. She didn’t have money to afford the medical bills, the last thing she needed was to be sick.

Trying to shake away the dizziness, Macy turned back to resume her job. Before she could continue however, her legs suddenly became too weak to support her and she crashed to the ground.

A weak cry left her, more from surprise than pain. What was happening? Why couldn’t she move? Macy couldn’t speak, and her eyes were getting heavier by the minute. Everything was blurry and distorted.

Someone came from the corner, and relief hit Macy like a ton of bricks. Thank God, help was coming. She tried to call their attention to her, but no sound came out since her tongue was too heavy. Thankfully, they were heading in her direction swiftly.

The person, a man, reached down to scoop her up from her arms and dragged her away from the ground. Steadying her with his hand, he took her further away from where she had collapsed.

Macy tried again to talk, but instead all that came out was a gargling noise. Her relief faded as realization dawned, and she recalled that the person hadn’t asked what was wrong, or even tried to check if she was alive. They had just come to drag her away, as it had been… premeditated.

Jesus.

Fear ran down her spine as clarity dawned instantly. The water – Mr. Roberts had drugged her water, and now he was taking her away.

Her heart thumped rapidly as she saw through her dim vision that he was taking her down a series of rooms. At the end of the hallway, he opened one of the doors, pulled her into it and locked the door.

Macy fought the panic that filled her entirely as he dropped her on the bed and began undressing her unceremoniously, almost clinically. She tried to scream, but she was completely mute.

Mr. Roberts gathered her clothes, disappearing from her view for a second. When he reappeared, looking down at her body dispassionately, Macy thought she would pass out from fear. But then he walked away without laying a hand on her, closing the door behind him.

The moment he left, she made an effort to move, to rise from the bed, but she couldn’t. She was completely paralyzed.

The door opened a moment later, and the sounds of slow footsteps reached her ears. Macy squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking from the edges of her eyes. She was going to be raped. It was clear as day. Mr. Roberts had probably gone to make sure the coast was clear, and now he was back to force himself on her.

Her eyes opened slightly when she heard a low muttered curse. They widened as she saw a different man standing beside her, staring down at her.

He was tall, dark-haired with deep-brown eyes were too dilated, as if he was under the influence of some drug. He was extremely good-looking, and under different circumstances, Macy would have been attracted to him.

She watched him take off his clothes and shoes, watched him drop them carelessly to the floor. Macy shut her eyes, unwilling to watch anymore as he climbed onto the bed with her, settling beside her. Harsh breaths filled the room, and the sounds of skin against skin reached her ears. He was jerking off.

Revulsion filled her as he touched her body, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her stomach. Macy but the insides of her cheeks, trying to dissociate from what was happening to her. She did this so well that she barely felt it when he pushed her thighs apart and settled himself between them. It was like she was a spectator, watching distantly but not experiencing it herself.

The pain that came when he pushed himself into her was so sudden, so great that it snapped her focus back into the present. Abruptly, Macy was plunged into a world of pain, burning, consuming pain that ate at every cell she possessed. She would have screamed if she could. It was horrible, every thrust scrapping her raw.

His fingers tugged at her nipple, and the sensation it elicited was mildly pleasant. Macy focused on it, trying to feel something other than the terrible pain.

He pulled out of her body completely, but the pain still remained. The man leaned down to kiss her stomach, his breath coming out in harsh pants. Then he was kissing a trail up her body, stopping at her breasts to suck on each nipple before moving up to her neck.

An odd pleasurable heat started in her stomach, growing in intensity to the extent of chasing the earlier pain away. It felt weird, artificial. The rate at which the pleasure grew in Macy was enough to confirm that it was artificial.

So in addition to being drugged with a paralytic, she had also been given an aphrodisiac. The disgust Macy felt wasn’t enough to stop the spread of pleasure through her system.

Macy whimpered as he kissed her neck, before biting hard. The stranger kissed her sternum, before returning to her breasts. The slow, gliding rasp of his tongue around her sensitive nipple sent shudders racing down her spine.

God it felt so good, the way his body settled heavily on top of hers, the scrape of his teeth on her skin before he bit down, leaving a hickey behind. The drug made it her body feel ten times more sensitive, and the mere sensation of his hand toying with her other nipple had her gasping.

The stranger pressed a kiss on her mouth, and at the same time reached down and pushed two fingers into her cunt, simultaneously rubbing his thumb on her throbbing clit. It didn’t hurt one bit. Instead, the slow thrusting motions of his fingers inside her was sufficient to make her come.

The noises that left Macy was drowned by his lips. He kept fucking her slowly with his fingers while she came, and the shudders that shook her body informed her that the paralytic was beginning to wear off.

The knowledge wasn’t a major concern for Macy at the moment. She wanted more. Suddenly, his fingers weren’t enough any more. Macy wanted him to push his cock back into her and fuck her till she came again, till the urgent need gnawing at her waned.

A small part of her was horrified by her own thoughts, but it didn’t matter any more. Macy just wanted to be fucked.

“You’re so tight.” The stranger breathed harshly against her lips. Macy opened her eyes, and their gazes met and held, blue against brown. “So wet. I need to fuck you again. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t.”

The frenzied, urgent light in the man’s eyes reflected exactly what she was currently feeling. Macy felt so empty, so empty it physically hurt. Her walls flexed around his fingers, squeezing them tight.

Hurry up and put it inside me. Macy pleaded with her eyes. Please.

The man positioned his cock into her entrance again, pushing inside her with one smooth thrust. He raised her legs high, bracing them on his shoulders as he fucked her with a speed that had her crying out.

Macy sobbed weakly from the intense pleasure, staring up into his eyes. They were still as dilated and unfocused as earlier, but it didn’t matter because he felt so good inside her, his cock spreading so wide and making her mind go blank with pleasure. He felt so deliciously full, every snap of his hips eliciting a tremendous amount of pleasure.

The orgasm hit her with a force so abrupt it stunned her. Macy cried out as it mounted instead of diminishing, since he continued fucking her through it. She passed out at one point, the pleasure so intense it rendered her unconscious.