I push open the front door, my arms shaking beneath the thick weight of oak, before I step over the threshold that has bound me to Levi’s side and take a deep breath of the cool night air.
My eyes scan the trees, the vast fields of grass cloaked in darkness from a starless sky, only a light shimmer of moonlight has managed to break through the clouds.
The sheet is no real garment to shield my body from the nights frigid air, and my nipples harden instantly upon contact. They poke through the sheets shamelessly. I’m thankful he isn’t in front of me to witness that.
I expect him not to move. A cocky man such as himself probably doesn’t have to wait long for his desperate victim to crawl back to him and kiss his feet. But... I don’t want to be his victim. I don’t want to crawl. So I take another step.
It’s daring, drawing myself further out into the uncertain darkness. I slowly descend his front steps, shaking as I force my gaze forward and condemn myself for even thinking about looking back.
I’ve made it this far. How pathetic of me would it be to turn around. I bite my lip to keep my teeth from chattering. My foot steps on the stone path, the stones horribly cold against the soles of my feet, and that’s when I hear him.
It isn’t his deep, husky voice that stirs awake chaotic emotions within me. It’s the sound of his footsteps that encourage my strides forward. Continuously, I take steps away from him, beware of his close proximity.
I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is what I’m trying to prove. I’m trying to prove that there is a little fight left in me. That I won’t be completely broken... and in that, I just may be at the bitter end of his fierce punishment, but along beside me will be my pride. I don’t know if it’s my thoughts of my feisty sister who would’ve given Levi’s attitude right back to him, but I feel invigorated.
That is, until an arm wraps quickly around my waist, spins me around and tosses me over his shoulder. That bastard. He didn’t let me enjoy the windy freedom, not for long anyways.
“Put me down,” I argue, wiggling in his grasp to set myself free, but all he does is laugh.
“Stop squirming,” he replies and tightens his arm around my waist. “Or else,” he warns and I feel him flexing his fingers along my waist before he moves us back into the house and sets me down.
I gape at him, slack jawed and exhausted.
“W-why didn’t you let me go?” I question, and wrap my arms around my chest when his eyes cut to my nipples and that hunger I’ve seen before flares in his gaze.
“Did you really think you had a choice?” His mocking tone makes me cringe. He takes a step toward me, and I inhale a sharp, nervous breath.
No, I didn’t think that. Not truthfully, but I’m not telling him that. I won’t give him the satisfaction. He chuckles and runs a hand over his face.
“If you think for a second, this fucking defiance will be tolerated, you’re mistaken.” He reaches for a loose curl and grabs it with his fingers. He twirls it teasingly before tucking it behind my ear. I’m completely confused by that affectionate gesture until he grabs my chin tightly.
“There was a woman who once did the same....” He trails off, pain embedded in his words as his eyes appear far away as if he’s no longer in reality but somewhere deep in the past.
“There was?”
He swallows nervously, and if it wasn’t for standing directly in front of him, I would’ve never acknowledged the fact that he’s nervous...
“Things didn’t end well for her.”
My face falls, frowning as his words circulate in my head.
“What happened to her?” I ask, actually terrified for the answer. What if he is truly a monster? Like not just a metaphorical one that I like to pretend he is...
“She died.”
Oh my god. I try to suppress my shock and wariness, but as soon as those words leave his lips, my hands begin to shake. She died...
“How?”
He sighs, shoving agitated fingers through his hair.
“It’s not important,” he says before huffing angrily. “I tried to save her but I couldn’t. So I’ve found the next best thing.”
Confusion paints my face but he doesn’t elaborate. Instead, he flicks his head upstairs and I sigh.
“Bed,” he barks the command. I nod complacently and begin ascending the stairs.
“Yes, Sir... I’ll go back to bed.”
In front of me on the steps, he snaps his head back and frowns.
“No. Not your bed. Mine.”
“Yours?”
I shake my head. What could he possibly want me in there for?
“W-why?”
“You don’t have the authority to ask questions.”
He cracks a smirk for a moment at my discomfort, but there’s no humor behind it.
“Obedience... Sasha. It can be beaten into you, and it can be fucked into you.”
He steals another glance at my nipples, and his Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows. I slide my eyes down his body, lingering on how erect his cock is in his sweatpants.
So damn hard...
“So, which will it be?” I rush quickly, watching with my hands behind my back, awkwardly fiddling. He taps his chin for a moment.
“I haven’t decided. Now let’s go.”
I follow slowly behind him, as if the stairs will open and swallow me up and dump me out somewhere far far away.
He waits for me by his doorway, leaning on it as I near. When I step beside him, he reaches for my sheet and yanks it free from my body roughly. I stumble and move to cover myself but he captures my wrist and snarls.
“Don’t cover those breasts or that pussy.”
He drops the sheet onto the floor in the hallway, and moves behind me into the room. I stop a few feet from his bed, heart pounding as I feel his intimidating frame behind me.
He spins me around wordlessly, and wraps an arm around my waist again to pull my crotch into his. The friction from his sweatpants on my slit, causes me to gasp out of shocked excitement before I clamp my mouth shut.
He shakes his head slowly, backing us up so the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed.
“You’re infuriating. You know that?” He moves and places his lips on my shoulder. I keep quiet, eyes fluttering from the warmth of his mouth on my sensitive flesh. “I swear come tomorrow I’m going to whoop this ass with a paddle so hard you won’t be sitting anytime soon.”
I gulp, but he doesn’t give me much time to relax. He leans forward, capturing my mouth with his, his tongue wasting no time to sweep inside of my mouth and taste me.
“Fuck,” he growls as he pulls away. I’m surprised when he shoves me backwards on the bed and I fall, with a gasp. “I’m going to be selfish. This cocks too hard and needy for your cunt. Spread your fucking legs.”
I spread them slowly, and he groans from the tease before he shoves down his boxers and palms his enormous cock with a purple head and thick veins that make my mouth go dry.
“Your pussy is fucking glistening. Have you been lying to me?”
“Lying?”
“You want this don’t you?”
“N-no!” I sputter angrily and look away from him. He steps towards the edge of the bed, hand gliding along my thigh as he angles his cock downward to inch closer to my pussy.
“I’m going to pound this pussy raw.... so fucking raw. The inside of your cunt will be indented by my shaft.”
He’s ambitious. Feral. I know he’s telling the truth, and I find myself shaking, only because I haven’t really had much sexual experience.
“Please ... go slow. I can’t handle .... the pounding.”
He arches a challenging brow, steps forward, and rubs the head of his cock against my warm slit, stopping to bump his head against my clitoris. I cry out when the pleasure steals my anger and reluctance.
“Be gentle.” I request of him, and he snickers before swiftly slamming his length inside of me. I clench upon impact of his thrust. My back arches, hips pushing my greedy pussy back against him.
“Be fucking gentle? If that’s what you truly wanted, your pussy wouldn’t be so ... fucking tight around me.” He groans deeply and the sound makes my heart pound. “Your walls wouldn’t be twitching on my cock so much. You wouldn’t be dripping with wetness. How bad do you want it, Sasha?”
I shake my head.
“N-not bad,” I reply. And he scoffs, before plummeting his shaft inside another time, literally slamming it in to the hilt.
“Fuck.... I can’t be gentle with you. I fucking can’t. Just tell me you want my cock, Sasha. Say it and I’ll give it all to you. I won’t hold back. I’ll fucking grab those hips and slam you back against this cock until you’re throbbing and begging for my cum.”
I’ve never heard a man talk like this. Absolutely never. So I’ve never endured the effects of words so... in depth before. I quiver just from what he’s uttered aloud.
I know the sensible thing is to tell him no. To deny him again... but I am weaker than I thought.
I’m engrossed with how he feels inside of me, the pulsating heat of his thick member sets ablaze a frenzied fire in my core to be ravaged by him.
He groans again when I clench my muscles around him, and his head falls forward, his eyes closed with his mouth agape in pleasure.
“Just say it. Just fucking say it! You’re driving me crazy!”
I can’t do this.
This isn’t who I am....
It takes seconds for the sad realization to hit.
I don’t really know who I am anymore....