“Relax,” he whispered against her ear, and it was a command, not a request. With a flick he increased the vibe in her pussy and for a moment it refocused her attention and she moaned. He took the opportunity to thrust a second finger inside her and it dragged her back from the edge again and she cried out against the bedding. The aching stretch becoming the focus of her whole world for a moment.
He kept going, methodically, whispering at her to relax. It burned, but as he slid in and out of her ass, the insistent pulse of the vibe inside her, the pressure of his fist in her hair, and his deep voice in her ear started to change the dull pain into something else. Her pussy throbbing with each pulse of his fingers.
“Please.” She whimpered, and she wasn’t sure if she was asking him to stop or to keep going until she fell over the edge he’d held her over all morning. Her legs quivered and then he pulled his fingers from her, and his weight shifted on the bed until she could feel the dip made by his knees taking position.
His hand tightened in her hair and he leaned close to her ear, speaking quietly and she wondered if it was to keep his voice from the cameras, “Relax for me, Thalia. It will hurt so much less. Take a deep breath for me now and push back.”
She took a breath and then she felt him pressing against her; too big, too big! She clenched her fists in the cuffs and tightened despite his warnings, trying to shake her head even as he held her down. He leaned down to her ear and hissed again, “Relax.”
Closing her eyes she consciously focused on relaxing each muscle group – starting with her hands, then her shoulders, her back, and then he pressed inside her. The pain was sudden and she screamed a little and tightened again, he just groaned and pressed forward further. He was so much bigger than his fingers and it hurt, the pain making her still; she wanted it to be over. The hand not in her hair held him up on the bed, and his muscles seemed as tense as hers.
“Thalia...” His voice had an edge to it, like he wanted to say more but couldn’t. He was moving slowly, and she knew that was for her sake, she knew he could make it hurt worse. She imagined it could hurt so much more. That was what made her relax again and he slid deeper, muttering curses behind her shoulder, his own breath shuddering.
“Sir, just do it.” Thalia clenched her teeth to prepare herself as he made a sound and thrust forward until he was buried completely inside her. She had made some sound between a moan and a scream and she could feel her body stretching to accommodate him. She was full and the burning continued as his girth stretched her. Again he waited, his own body arching against hers as he held himself still until she adjusted. He pulled back agonizingly slowly and Thalia whimpered beneath him, then he eased forward again. The smooth movements allowed the vibrator’s pulses to make an impact on her again. As if he knew her clit ached for attention he let go of her hair and reached under her to rub the focal point of her body.
“Oh god!” She screamed and he may not have been prepared for how hard she bucked back against him. His arm gave out under him and he bit into her shoulder to stifle himself. His weight on hers drove him deeper, and pressed his touch harder against her clit. There may have still been pain but her brain mercifully focused on the wave of pleasure that had been cresting in her body all morning.
“You are incredible, Thalia.” His voice was growling as he pushed himself back up. He swung his hips back and forward again, driving himself inside her. His fingers circled her clit, making her moan louder and louder. “You can come. Go on. Come.”
His touch, the vibe, his thrusts, and even the ache from the welts built and built until she came apart. The orgasm blinded her and she had no idea what she yelled out as her body tightened, gripping him in waves as she finally fell into that glorious abyss that left her body humming and blissfully relaxed. He moved behind her again and then he came as she heard him clip off a curse and his cock jerked. The warmth of his release filling her was a strange sensation that was quickly lost in the buzzing in her skin.
His breath moved against her hair, and she felt him stretch past her and her hands were released. Blood tingled in her fingertips and Thalia realized she must have pulled too hard on them as she’d come. He leaned up above her, sliding out of her and then he removed the vibrator, finally clicking the soaked silver object off. Two more quick movements and her ankles were unlatched.
His weight shifted to the edge of the bed and she curled on her side, ignoring the sting of the welts as she instinctively pulled her legs towards her chest.
When his hand returned to her skin she jumped, every nerve ending still raw. Too much sensation in the last day, too much for her brain to process.
He didn’t seem to care as he curled against her body and she tilted her head to see a black circle in his hand with a single button, it beeped softly when he pressed it. “You are so beautiful.” He nuzzled against her neck and she shuddered. “And you respond better than I could have ever hoped.”
“Yes, sir.” She muttered bitterly.
“Thalia, you can’t deny how you respond. This is what you were meant for.” His voice was right against her ear, his breath brushing over her neck like a lover’s. She recoiled from the truth in his words.
“I hate you.” She said and winced as her willful nature overwhelmed her logical, self-preserving side. She added, “Sir”, as if it would negate what she’d already said.
His body jerked back, and she curled tighter into a ball as she prepared for him to hurt her again, waiting for the sound of him unwinding his belt from his pants on the floor. Instead she heard the soft beep of the remote he’d pressed before and felt his weight leaving the bed. The jingle of him gathering his clothes had her shaking.
“I’m not going to punish you, Thalia. You did,” his throat cleared, “very well.”
A wave of relief flowed through her, “Thank you, sir - Master.”
“Good girl.” His voice seemed strained and she heard him move to the door and open it. Her head lifted out of curiosity and caught a full view of his toned backside. He sat a covered tray inside the door and then glanced back at her.
“Eat and shower if you want. I’ll come back later.” He spoke and she laid her head back down, listening to him shut the door. The lock clicked into place, but it was a relief. At least she’d know when he returned.
She shifted off the bed, uncomfortably aware of how sore she was as she went to grab the tray of food, moving it back towards the bed to eat the grilled chicken and cauliflower and fruit before she fell asleep in a semi-circle around it.
Hours later she awoke and moved the tray back to the door and tried the handle, but of course it wouldn’t budge - he’d just locked her in a different room. But she wasn’t cuffed to the bed and she had free range of the bathroom. Running herself a hot bath she filled it with some soap that smelled of herbs again and she soaked, letting her mind drift as her muscles relaxed. The heat soothed the aches in her body. When it started to cool she got out and showered quickly to rinse. Thalia left the lights off so she wouldn’t have to see the marks on her body and just listened to the quiet of the house. If he wasn’t sleeping in this dark, masculine toned room, where was he sleeping?
She thought of banging on the door, of asking him to come back so she wasn’t alone, but she didn’t. Even as she dried herself, carefully moving the cloth over her sore skin, she was aware of the cameras. It didn’t matter, they’d seen everything. She lay down without clothing and took stock of the pains in her body as she peeled the sheets back and curled up beneath them.
No show tonight for anyone who was watching. She was too tired. He had exhausted her, which was probably his plan. But she slept free of dreams, or memories, in the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
* * *
Her version of morning came harshly. There was no light coming from the curtains when she woke up again, but the loud click of the lock being turned was better than any alarm clock she’d ever owned.
Her body stilled on instinct, some primal part of her brain urgin
g her into physical and mental quiet as the sound of his steps filled the room. The door clicking and locking back into place. For a moment she couldn’t place him in the massive space around her and then she heard him beside the bed, breathing evenly. She could picture his broad chest rising and falling and she wondered if he was dressed or not. If he would touch her again.
Part of her wanted it, wanted to be brought over the edge again and again no matter how he took her there, the other more logical side only spoke of the fear she should feel – still trapped, still undressed, still at his mercy.
Thalia was beautiful even sleeping. Her still form under the sheets was athletic and he could remember the feel of her body against his in numerous positions. Her long, light brown hair was cast over her shoulders and slightly across her face. Damp at its thickest points because she had showered. She had been terrified when he’d left her, but he’d had to. He had wanted to curl against her and sleep but she had pushed him away in the only way she could.
I hate you.
Her words rebounded in his head and he could think of no way to argue her. He had taken her against her will, shown her the side of herself she had yet to recognize, but he had done it by force. The primal side of himself howled at the success of his time with her, the way her body had yielded to his, the way she had come against his hands and his cock.
She was so damned responsive.
Of any woman he had taken and trained she was his greatest success, in twenty-four hours she had submitted, she had begged for him, called him Master. Even his brother was impressed and had called to tell him so.
It’s why he’d used the remote to stop the cameras. He’d wanted a few minutes of not being observed to tell her how beautiful she was, how incredible he thought she was - but she had shunned him with three words.
Yes, she had added the address of ‘sir’, but even that he had taught her through punishment, it had been for her own survival to add it. And he had accepted it, and turned the cameras back on, and left.
His brother had assured him that most of their girls, especially the feisty ones, fought back in any way they were able. Submitting with their bodies, but not their will - never the core of who they were.
But he wanted Thalia. Wholly, completely.
Mine.
Something inside him roared as he stared down at her. He wanted to pin her down and take her again and again until she submitted to him fully. Until she didn’t challenge his dominance of her, not with a look or a word or a movement.
Since he had first seen her walking in front of the office building, that was all he’d been able to think about. She’d put on her business smile, nodding at someone on the sidewalk, in those four inch heels, and the core of him had wanted her. It had only been fed as he’d overheard complaints from her boss and male coworkers as they’d talked about her refusals of lunch and dinner dates. His brother’s computer skills had turned up no love interests, no real family, no real friends to speak of. It had marked her, he’d wanted her.
And here she was.
But she still wasn’t fully his. He’d taken her in every way but one, and her will had still appeared. She had begged for him, not just once, but over and over. Other women had broken to his will, caving to the pressures of his commands, crawling on their knees to him, unable to even think of saying the things she’d said.
Even on her knees Thalia wasn’t broken. She had crawled after him and faced him with the same serious, hazel eyes as the night before when he’d cuffed her to her car.
At the memory of the stairwell his cock jumped to attention. He remembered her lithe body held aloft by the handcuffs, the skirt slipping up her milky thighs to reveal her ass, her moans as he’d thrust against her – even the fact that she’d fought to escape him afterwards. It had fed the animal inside him.
The chase.
She was always running from him even when there was nowhere to go, and he was able to overpower her again and again. Something deep inside him purred in satisfaction as his hand moved up the outline of her thigh under the sheet.
Mine.
Her breath jumped and he saw her ribs rise and fall more quickly. He didn’t speak as he pulled the sheets off her, but she didn’t either. Her pale skin was revealed in the dim light of the room, a small night-light on the wall revealing the curve of her hips, the long slope of her thigh. He kept the cotton pants he had tugged on when he’d left his room, but he still shifted on to the bed and she stopped breathing. He didn’t have anything with him – no cuffs, no belt, no gag. He didn’t want those things.
He wanted Thalia.
She didn’t fight him as he touched her hip, his fingers wrapping around the curve of her to make her lie flat on the bed. Her knees fell open so as not to challenge him, and he was both appreciative and frustrated by that fact.
Part of him wanted her to resist, and part of him wanted her to welcome him.
With her laid out he moved further onto the bed, his hands moving up her thighs to hold them open beneath him. Then he touched her pussy, still warm and wet to his touch. His fingers slid over her clit and her hips lifted slightly although she made no noise.
For a moment he thought he should click the cameras off, but his brother and their customers would be angry if he did, and he didn’t want to explain it away.
He couldn’t resist the urge to taste Thalia though, the only thing he hadn’t had the chance to do.
He lowered his mouth and glided his tongue against her cleft, opening her up slightly. She let out the quietest of sounds as his tongue grazed her and he fought down the fire in his belly, the aching of his balls that demanded he take her.
He swept his tongue up the lips of her pussy, using his shoulders against her thighs to keep them open even though she wasn’t fighting him at the moment. When his mouth found her clit her hips bucked against him and he grabbed them to hold her still under his assault. The soft moan that followed fueled the fire inside him.
He wanted more.
He delved his tongue deeper, slipping inside her as he lapped. Her pussy was as sweet and wet as he imagined it would be against his tongue. Her moans rose and her hands clenched into the sheets and it felt like victory as he continued. She moaned again when he brushed against her clit, sucking it into his mouth, pressing his tongue against it over and over until she lifted her hips from the bed to press herself more urgently against him.
He could hear her breaths increasing, his own heart pounding in his ears as he felt her getting closer to the edge. He lapped again, sucking and licking against the core of her, her juices starting to flow and overtake his senses with her taste. Soft and warm. The tang of her filling his mouth as she really started to get wet.
He was so hard it hurt, but he pinned his erection between his stomach and the mattress shifting his hips a little to give himself the slightest of attentions. She cried out when he thrust a finger inside her.
The way she responded to him made him want to roar. And the way her heat flooded his mouth as his tongue moved against her pussy, those hips lifting – it was incredible.
Then her hand found his hair. He almost sat up but her fist clenched and held him there, her hips lifting against his mouth and he couldn’t resist the urge to cup her ass, and lift her pussy to meet his tongue. He sucked on her clit drawing loud moans as he thrust his fingers deeper. She was rising, almost at the edge. He could tell by the way her thighs clenched, her stomach tightening as she rolled her hips against his mouth.
He’d never had a woman direct him the way Thalia was with her hand clenched in his hair, but he wasn’t stopping her. It made him feel strange, different.
“Come, Thalia…” he mumbled against her. The tone of her moans changed as she grew closer and he lapped harder, the thrusts of his fingers curled to touch that bundle of nerves and then she came apart in his hands and under his mouth. Her thighs tightened against his shoulders, the space near her knees tightening around his head to hold him in place as her juices flooded his
mouth and hands. She soaked the bedding below and he was in awe of her.
His own cock jerked against his stomach, demanding attention, and wanting him to bury himself in the hot, wet place that his tongue was bathing. Instead he pushed himself up above her to see Thalia’s hazel eyes out of focus as she stared at the ceiling.
This was how he wanted to leave her. Not in fear of what he had planned next, but with an understanding of the pleasure he could bring her.
It took more willpower than he thought he had to drag the sheet and cover back over her long legs and the sweet apex of her thighs. Adjusting himself inside his pants he moved back to the door, pushing the key into the lock and opening it before grabbing the empty food tray and stepping into the hallway. He set it down outside and relocked the door before gripping his cock through his pants. It took a moment to convince himself not to go back inside, not to push her thighs apart and bury himself inside her until he could feel her coming against him. He gripped harder and stroked himself, then stopped.
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