His hand is under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. With your ankles and wrists cuffed together, there is very little helping you forget the predicament you’re in, all you can do is look at him with sharp glares, He smiles at you, knowing he has won and that now, there is nothing you can do about it.
“C’mon, pet,you are ruining your pretty face.” he pulls you closer by the chin and you have no choice but to obey him. Now his eyes are staring into yours, his facial expression calm and slightly playful. His other hand comes closer to your face and you fight a flinch. You keep eye contact as his other hand meets your throat. His lips perk up just a bit as his fingers move across your skin in a featherlike touch. “Now, give me a smile.”
You do no such thing and he stares down at you, his face unchanging. Of course he knows it’s not so easy, that you’ll defy him. It was simply giving himself a reason to begin the fun part. Well…
One of them.
The featherlike touch turns into a gentle choke. Not quite asphyxiation but definitely uncomfortable and breathing becomes manual. Still, you do not waver and his hand releases. Relief almost hits, but his hand hits first. You try your best to keep back the resulting sound, but a small moan of pain passes your lips before you can stop it, and a small fire sparks in his eyes.
He says nothing to taunt you, which is almost worse than him actually taunting you. If he said something you could bark back, but there is nothing to respond to, only eyes to angrily glare into.
His hand reaches your throat again and this time, it is tight enough that you can hardly breathe, he holds you there until your sight begins to become spotty, until you can no longer focus your glare. Then he releases you and you suck in as much oxygen as your lungs will allow. Then, there is a resounding slap across your face and you have not the clarity to bite back the moan or the tears filling your eyes,
:Oh, look how beautiful.” He murmurs in a way that would be sensual had it not been him. This man, the one you had been dancing around, getting close enough to touch but pulling away from his reach. For years. You enjoyed the teasing, the hunt, but you were never easy prey.
But despite your efforts, you’d finally been caught and here you sat, in a room you did not know with a man you did not trust. But the fire in his eyes, as dangerous as you may have considered it before, is somehow alluring and you find yourself ensnaring yourself in him the longer you look.
So you look away, but those hands catch you once more and you are forced to look into his eyes. He chokes you once more and slaps you in quick succession. This continues until there are tears freely falling down your cheeks, until the moans can no longer be bitten back and the fire in his eyes becomes an inferno that you cannot look away from.
He licks his lips and you watch his face until you hear the sound of rustling just beneath your chin. You look down and are immediately met with the sight of his enormous fucking cock.
Your mind blanks, unable to entirely process what you’re looking at, you blink once, twice before quickly looking up at his face. A high pitch sounds sounds in your throat when you look into his eyes, realization dawning on you.
“You…want me…oh, fuck you.” Defiance reignites in you. Your gaze becomes angry again and a wicked smile is on his lips. he grabs you by the hair and forces your lips to it. You can smell it close and in a strange way, it’s inviting.the pressure of it against your lips is overwhelming, and despite your desire to not suck his dick, you succumb to his will.
It tastes faintly salty, and when it hits your throat you gag. He thrusts it between your lips a few times before holding your head against his hips. Your eyes roll back from lack of oxygen, painfully so, and no matter how you gag, he takes his time before releasing you. You fall backwards and begin panting.
He follows behind you, his dick wet with your saliva. Any fighting would be futile as he pushes your legs up and holds you down with his weight.
Your faces are very close and you review his features absently, your mind drifting as if it could save you from this. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are a piercing green, a straight nose, sharp cheekbones, and a strong jaw. He isn’t ugly, not by any means,quite the opposite really, but…
Suddenly, you’re pulled out of that thought as you feel something rubbing itself against your folds. You don’t want to look, you already know the truth, but your mind can’t help but advert your eyes from his face to the small space between your pelvises, between your own legs.
“Don’t,” you breathe out. “I’ve never…I’m a virgin.”
He looks at you with the same fire. His lips don’t perk up,he knows the reality of what he is about to do. Maybe something in him changed, maybe he’ll stop.
“Don’t be afraid. Fear won’t save you,” He pushes into you in one swift motion. Maybe a mercy to do it quickly, maybe it’s just a show of his power over you. You can’t do anything now but shriek as he fills you.
It doesn’t necessarily hurt, any pain you feel is blank, far away. Regardless of if you wanted this or not, your body is animalistic, rape is the way of the animal kingdom and the only kindness your body could give you in the displays of his power over you is make you wet, make you more ready to take a man.
He plunges himself in and out of you quickly, slamming his hips into yours and making you crying out, Low moans fall from his lips and both of your sounds fill the air. Pain slips away fairly quickly and then it’s nothing, just the feeling of skin on skin until it was suddenly intense. you don’t know what makes you do it,some kind of instinct inside of you instructing you to, maybe, the need to mate regardless of the fashion, maybe
You throw you hands, cuffs and all around his neck, the chain settling on his nape as you wrap your arms around him. You’re crying out in euphoria, then a feeling, a hot pressure in your abdomen, claims you. You don’t know what is coming but it’s approaching fast.
Your moans get higher, your incoherent phrases turning into words that don’t even exist. He starts fucking you faster which only makes the feeling more intense, and not only that but he feels like he’s swelling while you are clenching down.
A near-scream erupts from your lips in a crescendo and you cum. A warm substance fills you and he stops.
You’re both pant just a bit. You look into his eyes and huff. He looks back into yours, the fire has been smoothed away and what fills them now is slightly blown pupils.
A sound escapes your mouth as he pulls out, and you feel a fluid follow him out. “You came inside of me.”
“I did, and I’ll do it again, just give me a moment.” He stands,leaving you on the floor. It’d be easy to attack him as he turns his back and stalks away. But he knows that you wouldn’t.
The way your body reacted to his touch, he knows that this is somehow the moment you’ve been waiting for.
The sound of a lighter clicks a few feet away and your attention snaps to the the cigarette between his lips.
“You’re taking a fucking smoke break in the middle of violating me?” you didn’t even think about it before the words left your mouth. His lips curl up and he took a step forward, then another.
“Who said you get a break?”
***
14 times,
In the first three days he held you there, he fucked you for an accumulative 9 hours, and came inside of you 14 times. He also teased you, made you suck him off, ate your pussy, spanked you with his hands, forced you to sit upright on a vibrator,and you lost count on how many times you came, it was sometime after 22, and it was overwhelming by a lot.
You were never alone, and between the drinks he gave you, and all the pot he shotgunned into your face, you were never exactly sober, either. Somehow the skinship was awkwardly welcomed by your subconscious and eventually you gave in.
It felt fucking great anyway. He didn’t treat you gently, and it wasn’t long until you found that you preferred it that way. In this placeyou didn’t have to hold back and you were falling in love, Not with him, but with sex.
Oh god, sex was so good.
You stopped counting how many times he filled you, and honestly, you stopped caring that he did. You knew the end of this, and you didn’t care anymore, there was no way to save you now. And for the time where you could be blissfully ignorant of reality, you demanded as much from him as possible.
He fucked you as he pleased. Disappeared every now and again for what you could only imagine was work before he returned. And then he returned, and fucked you the hardest that he could to relieve himself the stress. And then again.
He liked fucking you. A lot. and so he fucked you. A lot.
***
You didn’t know how pregnant you were. Of course, when knowing that he did what he wanted for sure, trapping you to him with his child, he let you go. all your friends wondered where you went and you tell them you went out on a 3 week vacation to relax.
And that you met a guy.
And every day, you returned to him to get the life fucked out of you. Up until your stomach hung so low that he couldn’t anymore, he often times would shove your face into the floor as he ravaged you.
Even on the final days, he would treat you like a commonplace whore. Choking you, slapping you, spanking you, treating you like his slave,a nd you may as well have been. Your enormous belly bouncing up and down while he held your hips and forced you up and down his cock. You screamed and moaned, cumming and lactating from your milk heavy tits.
He found your body arousing, knowing that he did this to you, and that he’ll do it to you time and time again.