Page 57 of Spark
And then, just like that, he entered me with full force, thankfully gripping my hips to keep me from nose-diving into the headboard.
“Goddamn right.” He groaned as he pulled out and re-entered, eliciting a moan of pure pleasure from me. “So fucking mine.”
Like a jackhammer, Darren’s forceful yet pleasurable thrusts sent me to the brink of madness. He filled me entirely, stretching my walls to accommodate his large size, which allowed each stroke he made to bring me closer and closer to ecstasy.
“When we return to the estate,” he began with a grunt, slowing his thrusts but not the intensity, “you will be supervised twenty-four-seven. And you will listen to your bodyguards.”
“Unsurprisingly,” I moaned under my breath.
“You will not be permitted to sulk in your room all day. You will be productive at all times. If you can’t find something to occupy your time, I will devise a schedule for you.”
It was difficult to concentrate on the new rules he was laying out while he fucked me like this. The pleasure too good to ignore, yet my focus was still required.
“You will eat regularly and will not leave the table until you’ve finished your meals. I will not have you withering away on me.” He groaned, each thrust bringing me closer to my release than the last.
“I motion,” I said, biting my lip from moaning like a cat in heat, “for smaller portions.”
“Denied,” he stated, finally silencing my voice by grabbing my hair and forcing my head down to the bed, causing my ass to rise up in the air and giving Darren a better angle.
“You will exercise daily for at least an hour. You will not exhaust yourself nor will you train in a manner that will cause harm to your body.” Ironically, he slammed into me so hard I couldn’t help but cry out.
In other words, no more bruised knuckles.
“You will not be permitted to go outside without my say-so. So long as you’re a good girl, and do as you’re told, I will reward you.” His voice was low and labored, palpable with lust.
I was so close I could almost taste it.
“On the days I do allow you to go outside, you will remain within sight of your bodyguards, and you will not go beyond the trees.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered under my breath. I was ready to explode.
As he neared his own release, his thrusts became brutal, bruising me in the most pleasurable way. I couldn’t stop the moans that left my mouth of their own accord while my hands dug into the sheets as I fought to hold myself together.
Adapting to the intensity, I took everything he gave me until I could take no more. The orgasm came quickly, furiously, causing every muscle in my body to tense up as my internal muscles squeezed Darren’s cock for everything he had. Darren groaned aloud as he found his own release, his thrusts slowing but still just as firm before he finally stopped.
Still buried inside me, Darren yanked my head back by my hair and growled into my ear.
“Disobey me, and I will kill one family member while you watch helplessly from a screen.”
My breath caught in my throat as I fought against the depression that threatened to rise.
You knew this. You knew he was going to use that against you.
“Have I made myself clear?” he barked.
“Yes, Darren,” I whispered back, a single tear making it past my barrier.
“Good girl,” he said and pulled out of me, leaving his seed to seep out of my lips and down my thigh. “Get cleaned up. We’ll be landing in an hour.”
I waited for the door to close before pushing myself off the bed and heading back into the bathroom. Once I was clean, I ditched my destroyed thong and walked back to my seat where Darren was already waiting for me. Strapping myself in, I pulled my legs up to my chest, my dress covering my entire lower half, and summoned up the courage to open my window. We seemed lower to the ground now, the plane slowly making its descent every few thousand feet. I could see buildings and trees, roads and small bodies of water. Clouds whipped by us, the sun still shining above, yet even in the midst of an experience I had never had before, my concern was not of the sky, but of the ground below.
Now that Darren had laid out the new rules, I felt myself wanting to slip back into my depression, to give way to the tears that wanted to fall, to crumple in the exhaustion of trying to stay strong. The cuffs that chilled the skin around my wrists and ankles reminded me of how hopeless my situation was.
A new chessboard had been laid out—my family members were my pieces and Darren’s empire, his. The unfairness was that my pieces were blind to the game, unaware that they were even playing. I’d hoped that my message to Jason would get through to them, but obviously after my “death,” the idea of a threat against them seemed to be debunked. They probably thought Jason was crazy now and probably resented my mom and brothers for disappearing. Everything was so fucked up, but at least I’d gotten four people away from Darren’s clutches… for now. I knew his men were still looking for them, and I didn’t know if I could survive it if he found them.
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