Seize

by Clarissa Wild

  I sniff. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

  He cracks the belt and hits me again. “It does.”

  The look on his face darkens and he grinds his teeth as he hits me again. “Can’t you see, Lillith? Look at me,” he growls.

  I do as he says, my eyes momentarily leaving the horrible scene I’m watching play out in the mirror.

  “What do you see?” he asks as he hits me again over and over until I’m crying again and his face is red. His hand is squeezing the belt so tight that his veins protrude from his skin.

  “Pain.”

  “Yes,” he growls, hitting me again. “Pain, Lillith. I’m in pain.”

  He pulls back the belt only to let it whip me again. “I. Hate. Hurting. You.”

  Each word is another lash. They are fast and relentless. My body shivers, but my tears keep running, and I’m losing all sense of reality. All my emotions are turning into a puddle on the floor.

  “I don’t want to do this,” he says, retracting the belt. “But I know it must be done.”

  My tears have dried up, blood-red stains remain in their place, covering my skin.

  “Why?” I ask.

  “Because this is the only way for you to let go of everything. Let the pain guide your emotions and fizzle out into nothingness. What comes next is pure ecstasy.”

  “How? It hurts … Sebastian, it hurts so much.”

  He drops the belt, suddenly kneeling in front of me. He grabs my face with both hands and caresses my cheeks.

  “I know, Lillith. Feel it. Feel it all. And then let it go.”

  He hugs me, pushing my face into his chest, grabbing my body with both his hands so he can wrap himself around me and I am engulfed by him. I’m overthrown by emotions that seep from my skin like sweat from my pores, vaporizing in front of me. The pain turns into numbness, my senses shattered by this man … this man who has complete control.

  Not just over my body, but over my soul as well.

  I can feel myself calm down from his touch, his hands that roam freely over my body, pushing away the thoughts that cloud my mind. I am free, freed of my pain.

  Except guilt.

  “Accept it, Lillith. Accept that the pain brings you peace,” he whispers, leaning over me.

  As he gazes at me, I notice how glazy his eyes are and how soft his fingers are as he touches my skin, my neck, my lips. He smiles. And then he brings his mouth to mine.

  His upside-down kiss is full of love, unlike anything I expected from him right now. My mouth moves on its own, kissing him back with wantonness. His soft, luscious licks create goosebumps all over my body. The way he probes my mouth with his tongue and licks my lips is a stark contrast to the sharp pain that he made me endure. But, my God, this is what I need, and I know it. My sheer need overpowers the embarrassment. I’m lost in a kiss so deep that I don’t know where and when it ends, but I’ll gladly fall into endlessness with him.

  He only shortly takes his lips off me. “I love you, my little fairy,” he whispers, his hot breath tingling against my skin. “I love you so fucking much.”

  “Don’t …” I whisper.

  He licks my lips, placing another peck, before opening his eyes again. “What?”

  “Don’t say that.”

  “Why?” He gives me a kiss on my jaw. “Stop being afraid of the truth, Lillith.”

  He plants another kiss just above my lip, making me gasp.

  “I love you,” he whispers. “Nothing will change that fact. I love you more than anything in this world. I need you. You are perfect, in every way. With you, I can give into my controlling urges. I can be the person I want to be with you, for you.”

  His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You changed me, for the better. Now let me give it back to you.”

  “But …”

  “Shh … I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s the truth. Accept it when I say it. I love you.” He presses another kiss to my lips. “I love you, Lillith Carrigan. You own my heart.”

  “If that is all I own, what does it mean?” I say.

  “Can you not see? It means the world. It means that I am not the one with the power here, Lillith. You have my heart. I am bound to you now. You hold all the power.”

  This admission makes me gasp for air. Is he afraid that I don’t love him and in turn will hurt him because of this?

  He places his chin over mine, kissing my throat. “I hurt you because I have to, not because I want to.”

  “You want me to love you too,” I say.

  “Yes, but only when you’re ready.” He licks my skin, setting me on fire.

  “You hold the key now,” he says. “The key to your own freedom. Let go of all your reservations and let the love in. I love you, Lillith. This pain you feel is because I want you to put behind you all that happened before and focus on the here and now. To let love back in. Let me back in.”

  His tongue draws a line all the way up to my breasts as he leans up on his knees and kisses my nipple. A soft, unwanted moan escapes my mouth. My body responds to his touch, even though I still feel bad about it. The lashes on my skin are covered with his lips, sizzling in his mouth.

  “You are so beautiful. Red suits you so well.” His fingers caress my belly, drawing a line toward my other nipple, which he isn’t sucking.

  “Let me soothe your aching skin,” he murmurs, licking and sucking at the peak of my breast until it’s hardened. He switches places with his finger, sucking and licking the other nipple while rolling the previous between his index finger and thumb.

  I’m lost in delirium. My emotions have gone haywire now; I don’t know what to feel anymore. On one hand, I want him to love me, to continue to touch me and heal the wounds in my mind, give me pain so I can let go and fuck me until the night is over. On the other hand, I want to hit him in the face and kick him in the balls.

  Such a difficult choice.

  When Sebastian crawls away, getting up on his feet, I’m left with a yearning for his body to be close to mine that’s hard to ignore. He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, slowly, peeling them away one by one while he keeps his gaze fixated on me. It’s strange to watch him do this upside down as if it’s completely different from before. The man who wanted me gone now loves me, and the girl who wanted so desperately to be loved now hates the man who captured her. The world turned upside down.

  Or maybe not entirely.

  A yearning for him grows inside me, and although I keep pushing it away as false, it keeps swarming back into my mind.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks.

  “Nothing …” I mutter.

  He undoes the button on his pants. “This?” He zips down.

  I smash my lips together, preventing any sound from coming out that I might regret later.

  The corner of his lip lifts into a cheeky smile. “Remember what I said before? Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Now, it comes in the form of a fuck.”

  All sizes indeed … I gulp, seeing him take out his cock. With his pants dropping to the floor, he steps forward, all while stroking his cock eagerly. My tongue darts out to lick my lips as he stands in front of me with his hardness in his hand, rubbing the top with his hand. The way he bites his lip makes heat pool in my belly to the point where I can almost completely forget about the pain he just put me through.

  “Seeing you like this makes me so … hard,” he says, groaning loud after that last word, making my pussy thump. Even now, my body still responds to his voice, the way he sounds when he’s riled up.

  “But it is not me who is important right now.” He lets go of his cock to stand in front of me and place a flat hand between my breasts. He slides it up my belly, and as I suck in a breath, he cups my pussy and keeps his hand steady. No movement. Just holding it captive, like my mind.

  “This is mine,” he says, and then he turns his head toward me. “Is this mine, Lillith?”

  “You tell me,” I say.

  He gently slaps my pussy with a fl
at hand, causing me to buck and jerk in my restraints. With one hand placed on my belly and one on my pussy, he shushes me.

  “Calm down, my fairy. Now, answer the question.”

  I sigh, accepting whatever consequences my answer will have. “Not anymore …”

  He lightly smiles before parting his lips. “Thank you for answering me truthfully.”

  His hand leaves my body again and he crawls onto the bed, positioning himself right between my legs. He caresses my legs with his index finger, making it tickle so badly that I squirm.

  “However,” he adds, “this pussy was never yours to begin with. From the day we met, you were mine. I will help you remember who you belong to,” he says.

  Suddenly, I feel his lips right underneath my belly button, and it makes me gasp for air.

  I can’t lift my body, so the only way to know what he’s doing is by looking through the mirror.

  “Look at me, Lillith,” he says, demanding my eyes. “Do you believe me when I tell you that I love you?”

  “Yes,” I mutter as he plants a kiss right above my pussy.

  “Then you know I will do everything in my power to claim this pussy as mine again.”

  He dives between my legs and presses his mouth to my inner lips. My eyes open wide at the contact between his lips and my pussy. Sweet Jesus, I did not think he would do that.

  Leaving soft pecks on my pussy, he builds my arousal slowly, lapping up my excitement with greed. His tongue is frisky and deliciously agonizing, pushing me to the point where I want to say ‘Oh, God, yes.' I’m finding it harder to resist, and ask myself the question—why would I? Is there any point in not giving in? What do I gain? I’ve already lost everything, and Sebastian stole my heart long ago.

  Denying it is impossible—I’ve fallen for my captor. And from the way he kisses me, licks my skin, loves my very soul, I somehow know that I am in good hands. Whatever fucked-up love we have, it’s still what I need. He is what I need right now.

  When he dips his tongue into my crevice, I know that I’m done for.

  I moan out loud as he licks and sucks on my pussy, paying equal attention to every sensitive spot. He gazes up at me through the mirror when I make a sound, licking his lips at the sight of me panting. Arousal is growing quickly within my core as I watch him get me off. The mirror adds an illusory effect that has my mind spinning, reeling with desire. My legs part automatically, granting him greater access to my pussy as he licks and kisses, nibbling on my clit.

  “So delicious …” he murmurs against my skin. “I could do this all night.”

  “Oh …” I moan.

  “Oh, what?” He tugs on my inner lips with his teeth, making me grasp the bed. “Oh, more?”

  “Yes!” I moan when he thrusts his tongue into me.

  He sucks and licks some more, lapping me up like the night is indeed endless.

  And then he stops. He just stops. Out of nowhere.

  “W-what…?” I mutter.

  He places a tiny peck on my inner thigh, licking all the way up to my belly and onward. He doesn’t answer my question, nor do I care. All I want are his lips on my skin, dragging toward my chest. He leans over me, suckling on my nipple before licking my skin. Everywhere he left a lash, his tongue draws a line, setting my skin on fire. I feel like an exquisite doll wrapped in the nude for him to cherish, and I love every second of it. Sinful pleasure makes me forget about all the horrors of the world and focus on the only thing that matters; love.

  “How does it feel, little fairy?” he murmurs against my skin.

  “Good … oh, so good,” I say.

  “Do you want my tongue?”

  “Yes.”

  He sets his teeth into my nipple and tugs.

  “Ow!”

  “If you want something, you have to ask nicely.”

  “I want it, please,” I say, as he sucks, hard.

  “You know what I want …”

  “I’m yours.”

  “Say my name, Lillith. Say it. You know what I want to hear.”

  “I’m yours, Mister Brand.”

  He bites his lip and then kisses my other nipple, licking it gently. “Yes, you are mine. Good little fairy. Your body remembers me; all that’s left is your heart and soul.”

  He moves to my chin, leaning over me completely. We’re both hanging down from the bed, and yet he still manages to plant a kiss on my lips before sliding back to the bed again. Kissing his way back to my belly, he says, “Now keep your eyes on that mirror. I want you to see what I do to you, how much you love me. I want you to see yourself fall apart.”

  “Yes, Mister Brand,” I say, squirming from his mouth which has reached my pussy again.

  He laps me up, sucks, licks, and kisses faster than before, increasing his speed with every second. His hands are on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he eats me up like a hungry wolf. I can see it all; his head diving between my legs, his strong muscles moving with the rhythm of his tongue, his arched back, his hot ass sticking up as he licks me until I moan. And then his eyes … oh, those radiant blue eyes bore into me when he looks up to meet my gaze in the mirror. Piercing. All-consuming. He knows that he owns me. With a tug and a lick, I know it, too.

  Oh, God. I can’t keep it together. It’s too much, too good to resist.

  “Yes, come for me, little fairy. Come. Now.” I’ve missed his rough voice commanding me so much that I come apart from the sound alone.

  The convulsions are immense. Wave after wave, my body rocks with his licks, while he keeps licking, intensifying the orgasm. I mutter silly words, moaning half of them, lost in ecstasy. But I don’t care anymore. All I want is his body on mine, his skin touching mine, his mouth on mine, and the rest is history.

  With a signature lick, his face comes up again, a giant smile on his face as he looks at me from under his eyelashes.

  “What do you want? What do you need, Lillith?” he asks.

  “You.”

  “No, what do you truly wish?”

  I gasp. I remember this conversation. “Freedom.”

  Through the mirror, he winks at me. “Then let me give it to you.”

  He gets up on his knees and parts my legs, moving forward with his cock in his hand. I gasp as he brings it to my entrance and swipes it along my pussy, coating it with the wetness. But he doesn’t thrust in, leaving me with a begging wantonness.

  “Is it this that you want?”

  “Please …” I whisper.

  “Say it then, my little fairy. Admit to yourself that you need my love, and maybe I will give it to you.”

  “I need it,” I say desperately.

  He pushes the tip of his cock in, swiveling it around and driving me nuts.

  “You need what?”

  “I need you. I need your cock. I need your hands. Please, anything,” I plead.

  He smiles, looking me straight in the eye through the mirror. “Look at yourself when you say it. Now tell me again, who is that you need?”

  “I need you, Mister Brand. I need your love. Please, give it to me.”

  A tear trickles down my cheek as I say the words that destroy the walls that I’d built around my heart. Speaking these words isn’t what breaks me—it’s believing them.

  “All right, little fairy. I’m going to claim you as my own again.”

  One big thrust is all it takes to have me moaning out loud. His cock fills me to the brim, and then some. My brain turns off and all I can think of now is fucking harder, faster, fuller, feeling him close to me and melding together as one.

  He slides in and out with rhythmic strokes, careful not to hurt me, but passionate enough to show me that he means business. I can see it from the look in his eyes as he fucks me, how a single thought dominates his mind; she’s mine and I am hers.

  Together we’re lost in ecstasy as he fucks me, gripping my legs tight as he pushes deeper with unending lust. He growls with each thrust, sweat drops forming on his forehead and bulky arms as he digs his
fingers into my skin. His gaze is solely focused on me, our eyes never ceasing contact through the mirror.

  One of his hands finds its way to my breast, cupping it and squeezing it, tugging my nipple until I squeal. This makes his cock pulsate inside my pussy and makes him thrust even harder, faster, his need insatiable.

  “Do you want this?” he says with a husky voice laced with hunger.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I say.

  “Want me to come inside you?”

  “Yes!” My body bounces up and down with his thrusts.

  “Beg me, Lillith. Beg for me to fill you up with my cum.”

  “Please …” I whisper. “Give me your cum.”

  He slaps my breast, my eyes widening at the sudden pain.

  “Louder. And look at yourself when you say it.”

  I gaze at myself being fucked in the mirror, and shout, “I want your cum, Mister Brand. I want it so badly.”

  The smile plastered on his face makes me blush. “You’re mine, Lillith. And my love is yours.”

  He thrusts in deep three times, his face contorting in beautiful bliss before his cock explodes inside me. I can feel it gush, droplets entering me, filling me, the warmth engulfing me whole. His pulsating cock keeps going, keeps pumping into me, sweat trickling down his jaw, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as I watch his eyes roll into the back of his head. God, I love it all.

  And I don’t even hate myself anymore for loving it all.

  When he’s done, he collapses on top of me, grasping my breast and squeezing it softly while pecking my belly. He licks the sweat off my skin, panting loudly.

  “Hmmm … Did I tell you how much I love you?”

  His words make my heart flutter. “Yes, many times.”

  He grins. “I know. And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it to be the truth.”

  I sigh as he keeps kissing my skin until he’s all the way near my face again. There he starts undoing the straps around my arms.

  “Stay still, I’ll help you up,” he says, crawling back onto the bed.

  He unties the sheets around my legs as well, which feel naked without the bonds. It’s funny. I am completely naked, but without my restraints, I feel even more vulnerable than before.

  Sebastian leans over to lift me up into a seated position on the bed, where he drags my body to his. Like a wounded girl, he folds me into his body, wrapping his arms around me, his legs around mine, entrapping me within him. My lungs expunge a huge breath. I feel safe.