Page 19 of Sinner's Malice
In the midst of his relentless assault, my cries grew louder as he mercilessly tugged at my hair, causing my neck to contort in unbearable agony. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, he removed the object from my back.
Time seemed to stand still as I gasped for air, allowing him to effortlessly guide me around the room, eventually positioning me precisely where he desired.
He gave me no room to move.
I was his captive.
His prize.
His to do with as he saw fit.
With a sudden release of my hair, he swiftly propelled me forward, slamming me against the wall once again. I attempted to turn my head, but he acted quickly, forcefully stuffing a piece of cloth into my mouth, and tightly securing it with a knot behind my head.
His voice dripped with dominance when he sneered, “No safe word for you.”
He effortlessly restrained my wrists above my head, his grip unwavering. With his left hand gripping my wrists, his right hand explored my breasts with an aggressive touch. I desperately tried to wriggle out of his hold, emitting muffled sounds of resistance through the gag, while he yanked away my towel, leaving me completely vulnerable. Cruel, biting fingers squeezed and tugged at my breast, causing me to let out a sharp cry. I tried to retaliate by kicking backwards; however, a sudden jolt of fear shot through me when his hand clamped tightly around my throat.
“Repeat that action and you’ll soon discover the profound regret that awaits you.”
With each passing second, my lightheadedness intensified, and so did his grip.
“Put your hands against the wall,” he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, as he released my wrists.
I did as I was told.
“And don’t you dare even consider moving them,” he warned, his tone stern and commanding. With his hand still wrapped around my throat, he loosened his grip slightly, allowing me to breathe and preventing me from losing consciousness.
With a firm touch, he ran his hand along the length of my inner thighs, igniting a wave of pleasure that surged from my center to the curve of my buttocks. The heat of his breathmatched the intensity of his growl on my skin, sending a wave of intense and unusual pleasure through me.
As I attempted to push off the wall with my hands, the sensation of his grip tightening around my throat made me freeze in fear. I made him furious, and in response, he forcefully penetrated me with two fingers. His laughter echoed throughout the room when he discovered me soaked.
“The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would to be mine.”
His fingers moved in and out of me with an unyielding intensity as I stood against the wall, my hands braced for support, and tears streaming down my face.
I hated my body for reacting to such rough treatment, but it was what it knew—all it had ever known.
I knew I’d never be able to have a normal relationship.
I wouldn’t know what to do with one.
Despite everything, I couldn’t shake off the revulsion that seeped into my very being, as my body thirsted for his twisted desires.
The moment his fingers let go, the unmistakable sound of his zipper echoed in my ears. He released his grip on my throat and swiftly grabbed hold of my shoulders. Using his strength, he pulled me away from the wall, and with a firm grip, pushed my chest forward, causing me to bend at the waist in a rather uncomfortable position.
“Make a single move and you’ll regret it,” he hissed, landing a forceful slap on my backside, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. It was a familiar sensation; one I knew all too well. The burn served as a constant reminder of the challenges I had overcome and provided insight into what my future might hold. There was a certain level of comfort in knowing what I would face, in a way.
My startled yelp filled the room as his hands roughly seized my hips, the force of his unexpected thrust causing me to unintentionally slam my head against the wall. His laughter reverberated through the room while he grabbed my hair again, causing a sharp jolt of pain. The sensation intensified as he penetrated me deeply and rapidly, his grunts punctuating each powerful thrust. He was relentless in his endeavors to seal himself to me for all time.
“You are mine,” he growled while he deliberately pumped his cock deep into me. Releasing my hair, he reached around me to pinch my nipples as he continued to thrust into me.
“Say the fucking words, Arianwen, before I really punish you.”
I shook my head and tried to tell him to fuck off, but the gag hindered my words. He slapped my ass again before gripping my waist, his fingers digging deep into my skin. The intense sensation of his right hand rubbing vigorously against my throbbing clit only served to accentuate and heighten his relentless thrusts.
The onslaught of my impending orgasm was overwhelming, as I desperately tried to suppress my moans against the damp material of the gag. I shut my eyes tightly, striving to escape the reality of the moment; however, a sudden, intense pinch on my nipple shattered my concentration. The combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed me, causing me to cry out and my legs to quiver in response to the sensations coursing through my body.
With a laugh, he leaned in closer, his grip returning and tightening on my hair, forcing my head to tilt back.