Maddam Redder

Broken Doll

— 1 —

I'm cold. So very cold.

I shift slightly on the icy stones underneath my bare skin, hardly feeling the pain that resides under the bruises on my hips from sitting on the hard ground for so long.

It's dark and quiet in this place, the only sound being the clink of metal on metal when I move. The cuffs cutting into the flesh of my wrists are attached with a chain that echoes off the bare stone walls as it slides against the metal pipe it's looped around.

I shift again, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. My body aches and my joints are stiff. I wonder if he will be back soon.

It's hard to think because of the cold and the hunger that gnaws at my belly, but I try to remember who I am and where I came from. It seems like it was so long ago, even though I know it couldn't have been more than a week…

The harsh reality of my life is that I am no one and I came from nowhere. When he found me I was nothing but a homeless, orphaned, street urchin, begging for food every day and sleeping in alleys filled with sewage and rats.

I have never been very good at recognizing danger. I'm naive and innocent in a sense, small and pathetically helpless for my age.

He had approached me cautiously, informing me that he was not going to harm me. He was dressed in a nobleman's clothes, his face devilishly handsome and his voice full of authority. He asked me if I was hungry, making my belly growl in response. He had chuckled softly, his smile charming and charismatic. He asked me if I had anywhere to go for the night, making my sore body crave sleeping in a soft, warm bed.

I had foolishly went with him, willingly taking his offered hand as he lead me to his carriage parked on the street, hoping that I had perhaps found my savior.

I don't remember what happened after climbing inside the dark transportation, I assume he knocked me out. When I awoke I was in the room I was trapped in now, naked, shivering and hurting, confused and scared.

I remained quiet, even though I wanted to sob in defeat. I tried my best to keep my tears silent as I wept in hopelessness, wondering where I was and what was going to happen to me. I cursed myself for being such a fool, reminding myself that this was all my fault; I had no one to blame but myself.

He came to see me shortly after I woke, carrying a lantern that illuminated the room I was being kept in. It was a small cellar, with no windows and only one door, nothing inside the room except for me.

He knelt down in front of me, watching as I pulled my knees to my chest to protect myself and hide my naked body. His large hand reached out slowly and caressed my dirty cheek, sliding into my tangled, brown hair. I held very still, afraid of being hurt. He smiled at me, the same enchanting smile that had lured me into following him and I began to wonder if perhaps this man actually wasn't going to hurt me. But then his fingers fisted in my hair and he yanked my head back harshly, forcing a hoarse cry of pain from my throat.

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as he chuckled softly, gradually releasing his tight hold. He nodded once, a pleased expression on his handsome face as he stood, murmuring something about choosing 'the right one'. Then he left me, slamming the heavy door closed behind him and plunging me into the frigid darkness once again.

He returned in what seemed like hours later with a plate in his hand. The smell of food made my stomach cramp in need and my mouth water. I watched him with wide, hungry eyes as he kneeled in front of me again, setting the plate down beside him. He lifted a piece of gravy drenched roast to my face, holding it just out of reach. I whimpered pleadingly, an embarrassing noise that made him grin. Then he spoke to me.

"Are you hungry, little one?"

Hearing his deep voice again made me tremble, but I nodded fervently, desperate for anything to put in my empty belly. He moved the meat closer to my mouth, but pulled it away just before I could reach it, making me whine pitifully. He chuckled, his eyes alight with amusement.

"You have to be a good boy to earn food," he informed me softly.

His words didn't have any meaning to me at the time; I only heard that I would get food if I was good. So when he instructed me to open my mouth I obeyed willingly, earning another pleased smile. This time he pushed the warm meat past my lips.

A small moan of appreciation left my throat as I chewed, savoring the flavor of something I had never tasted before. It was the best meal I had ever eaten as he hand-fed me, often letting his fingers linger near my lips. I paid no mind to the sultry gaze that burned into me, only focused on the food filling my aching belly.

The roast was gone far too soon, making silent tears drip from my eyes. He soothed me with gentle sounds, wiping the wetness from my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

"Hush now, you'll get more soon as long as you behave," he told me, patting my head before standing and leaving the room.

I watched him go, forcing myself to remain quiet even though I wanted to scream and beg him to come back with more food. I tried to relax once he was gone, letting myself enjoy the delicious meal now sitting in my stomach, even if it hadn't been near enough to ease my hunger.

I waited for the man to return, hoping it would be soon, but it seemed like days passed before I saw him again, even though I knew it was only hours. This time he was dressed in a blood red robe over black silk pants, his dark hair tousled from sleep. He brought with him a small glass of water, which I gladly drank down when he offered it to me. He smiled again and patted my cheek, praising me for being a 'good boy', then he left.

When he came to me again it was much later and he was dressed in something similar to what he had been wearing when he found me. I had dozed uncomfortably during my wait, but perked up when I heard the door open. He was back with another plate of food, the tempting aroma filling the room and reminding me of how very hungry I was. This time he had some fresh bread and cheese, which he hand-fed to me again. The warm bread helped make me fill full, but it still wasn't enough. As he rose to leave me, I summoned my courage and asked for more.

I saw his body stiffen just before pain blasted across my face. I cried out, sagging in the chains as my head reeled from the powerful blow. He grabbed my jaw tightly, turning my head up to look at him. His eyes met mine, but I was surprised to see that he didn't look angry, simply disappointed.

"You should appreciate anything that you are given," he told me quietly, before abruptly releasing me and leaving the room.

He didn't come back so soon after that. I scolded myself over and over for speaking out, cursing myself for making the man angry. I promised myself that I wouldn't ask for more again, desperately hoping that the man would come back.

When he finally returned I was weak from hunger, my body trembling from lack of nutrients. He knelt in front of me like before, regarding me with a passive expression.

"Are you going to be a good boy today?" he asked me softly.

I nodded quickly, eager to please him.

He picked up the bowl he had brought in on a tray and brought a spoon full of warm broth to my lips. I accepted the soup gratefully, thanking him this time before he left, earning another pat on the head. I swore to myself that I would do whatever this man wanted of me, as long as he continued to feed me…

The days have passed by achingly slow, consisting only of me waiting for the man to come see me and then eating the offered food when he does come. I'm not sure how long it's been now since he last fed me, but I find myself desperately wishing to see his face, not just for the food, but also for the company.

The winter is getting colder and I can feel the chill from the floor soaking into my bones. I wonder if I will be kept in this room for the rest of my life, being hand-fed by this mysterious man every day. I wonder for the thousandth time who he is and why he wants me, but I push it from my mind, knowing it doesn't matter. I have no place to go even if he does let me go, I am no one and belong nowhere. As uncomfortable as I am in this cold cellar, it's better than living in a disgusting alley, hiding from people who want to hurt me and fighting with rats for a moldy scrap of food.

I don't know who the man is or what he wants of me, I just know that as long as he keeps me alive and feeds me I'll be a good boy and do whatever he wants…

— 2 —

The door opening slowly startles me from a light sleep. I look up excitedly as he comes into the room, but my excitement diminishes some when I see he has no plate this time. He walks closer and kneels in front of me, reaching out to stroke my still bruised cheek. I find myself leaning into the touch, gaining an odd sense of comfort from the physical contact.

The man's hand pauses briefly against my skin when I lean against him, before his hand slides into my hair. I tense slightly, expecting the pain from last time, but thankfully it doesn't come. I look up into his face as his hand falls away from me and I see that pleased smile on his lips.

"You've done much better than I thought you would. I wasn't expecting this so soon," he says thoughtfully, watching me with bright eyes.

After a few moments of staring at me he stands up to leave. I feel my heart sink in despair as he exits the room, wishing he had stayed longer. I shift in my shackles, trying to get comfortable, thinking of the man's charming smile. I wonder why he didn't feed me this time. Did I do something wrong?

I don't have to wonder long though, because he returns much sooner than normal. I perk up at the sound of his footsteps, but immediately feel disappointed yet again when I see that he has no food with him when he enters the room. I try to refrain from crying, but the tears press hard against the back of my eyes as he comes closer.

I gasp when his big hands move to the chain above my head. He fiddles with the cuff on my right wrist for a moment before it suddenly becomes loose. My arm drops heavily, but then his hand is around my thin bicep, pulling me to my feet. The metal cuff is secured tightly back on my sore wrist, then he's pulling me from the room.

I stumble over the threshold and then trip as I'm half dragged up a small set of stairs. The stairs lead into a dark hallway, which ends in a door that the man quickly opens. I squint in the brightness of the area he leads me into. This room is massive, with a sparkling chandelier hanging from a towering ceiling and huge windows draped in heavily embroidered curtains. The floor is marble and cold to my feet, but warmer than the room I was staying in. I barely have a chance to take in my surroundings before I'm being pulled from that room and into a wide, long hallway.

We seem to walk forever, up stairs and down more hallways filled with elegant paintings and tall windows revealing the night sky. My legs are weak and stiff, but the man easily keeps me on my feet as he drags me along. Finally he stops at a set of double doors, opens one and pulls me into another huge room.

This one is obviously a bedroom, with a grand four post bed, big enough to fit four comfortably. The floor is covered in a plush rug that feels wonderful under my chilled feet. On the opposite side of the room there is a sitting area arranged in front of a massive hearth that has a hearty fire popping and crackling inside. The warmth of the room sinks into my skin, making my body feel as if it is thawing out from the pleasant heat.

The man leads me to an open door on the other side of the room. The smell of fragrant oils and soaps reaches my nose before we even step into the huge bathroom. I gawk at the large tub filled with steaming water, imagining sinking into the warmth and soothing my aching muscles. The man stops me just inside the room and carefully removes the cuffs from my wrists, pausing momentarily to examine the lacerations on my pale skin. I'm gazing longingly at the deep tub of water when to my surprise the man leads me over to the basin and helps me step in.

The water feels scalding on my icy skin at first, but I quickly adjust as I slowly lower my filthy body into the water. Once I'm settled I glance up at the man sitting beside the tub, watching me intently, but I quickly lower my eyes, feeling unworthy of his gaze, painfully aware of my poor physical state.

I flinch slightly when his hand touches my chin to lift my head to look into my eyes. I see in the light that his irises are a striking blue, the color making his gaze appear even more powerful. His big thumb strokes my cheek tenderly as he continues to watch me and I have trouble meeting his beautiful eyes. After a few moments he tilts my head back a little more, turning my face to the left and then the right as if examining me.

"Tell me, my sweet: What is your name?" he asks me softly, his voice resonating in my chest.

I stare up at him, trying to find my own voice, feeling so out of place in this magnificent place, next to this handsome man.

"Calen," I finally answer him, my voice hoarse and raspy from lack of use.

The man hums in appreciation, his eyes thoughtful.

"A pretty name for a pretty boy," he comments, idly stroking his fingers through my hair.

I quickly lower my eyes again and feel myself blush deeply, my cheeks flushing darker than they already were from the heat of the water. I hear him chuckling softly as he reaches over me to grab something. The water sloshes beside me and then I smell a pleasant scent before I feel a soft cloth slide over my shoulders and then down to my chest. The touch makes my body tremble and my breath catch in my throat. I glance up and see the man watching me again, his eyes burning with desire.

"How old are you, Calen?" he asks me as his soapy hands begin to travel over my arms.

I watch dazedly as he pulls my wrist from the water and starts to carefully clean my wounds. I wince from the sting, but remind myself that he asked me a question and I quickly answer him.

"Fourteen."

He nods, only appearing to be mildly surprised by my response, probably expecting me to be younger due to my short stature. He's quiet for a moment as he tends to the cuts on my wrists, but then he speaks again.

"Do you know why you're here, Calen?" he asks me quietly, lowering my arm back into the water before meeting my eyes.

I stare up at him and shake my head, my chest tight in anticipation of what the answer will be. He smiles gently and reaches out to turn me around to face away from him, then he begins to wash my hair with a soothing touch that makes my eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

"I've been looking for a boy like you for quite some time now. You're even more perfect than I ever could have imagined," he murmurs close to my ear, his hands moving down to massage my shoulders.

I lean back into his touch subconsciously, even though his words scare me and make me start to shake. His fingers trail down my back, tracing my spine as he continues.

"You seem to be a smart boy, I think you already know what I want from you…" the man says almost teasingly, his voice now a whisper in my ear.

I shiver from his tone and his touch as his hands move to my front, his arms reaching around my small frame. I gasp when his fingers move lower, trailing down my chest to trace a circle around my belly button.

"Mmm, such soft, smooth skin…" the man hums appreciatively, his hands moving even lower.

My eyes widen and I gasp. "D-don't," I whimper brokenly, beginning to squirm under his invasive touch.

"Shhh…" he attempts to calm me with a soothing sound, but his hands continue to move lower. "Don't misbehave now, not after you've been such a good boy today," his voice slides over my skin to match his wandering hands.

My body tenses when he cups my privates in his large palm. I whimper again and he chuckles darkly. He reaches down further, pressing a thick finger to my entrance. A whine escapes my throat as the slick digit breaches my hole.

"N-no, please!" I beg, arching away from the sudden pain.

Suddenly his hand is gone and I feel him move away from me. I sink lower into the water, gasping for breath and shaking uncontrollably. I glance over my shoulder at the sound of him moving and I'm startled to see him shedding his clothes. I turn to face him quickly and press myself against the other side of the tub, as far away from him as possible.

His body is muscular and toned, his skin an appealing tan color. I watch with wide eyes as he removes his last article of clothing, revealing his impressive length standing thick and erect. The sight of how aroused he is makes my stomach turn in dread, now knowing exactly what this man wants from me.

Carefully he steps into the water, sighing softly in contentment as he lowers himself to sit. I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around my shins in a futile attempt to protect myself, but I know there's nothing I can do to stop this man from doing what he wants.

He watches me for several tense seconds in silence, then reaches his arm out to beckon me closer. I shake my head haltingly, terrified of getting close to his nude body. The man sighs softly in what seems to be disappointment, shaking his head slowly. I tense when he reaches for me, expecting to be pulled closer and probably hit, but then his hand is under the water and wrapped around my ankle. Before I can comprehend what he's going to do he yanks my leg harshly.

My head plunges under water as he drags me to his side, half drowning me from water rushing up my nose. I cough and sputter when he pulls me out, frantically gasping for air. I feel him pulling me into his lap and I fight him weakly, but he stills me with his strong arms wrapped tight around my small body.

"Shhh… Calm down, Calen…" he murmurs gently, stroking wet clumps of hair from my face.

My cheek is pressed firmly against his chest, his steady heartbeat pulsing in my ear. A vague thought crosses my mind of how nice it feels to be held by him, I seem to fit perfectly in his lap…

"That's my good boy."

I hear him praise me, and I realize I've calmed down from my panic and struggle, that I'm sitting quietly across his thighs without moving an inch. I wonder why I've given in so easily, but I don't have time to think about anything when he suddenly shifts me and begins touching me again.

My back is against his front now and I can feel his hardness pressed tight against my bottom. My breathing quickens and my heart hammers my ribcage, but I stay still and silent, afraid to move or make any sound in fear of angering the man and causing him to hurt me. I watch in a daze as his big hands slide down my sides to grip my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh.

"So perfect…" he purrs, squeezing hard enough to bruise my skin and pull a pained noise from my throat. "And such pretty noises you make," he adds, chuckling softly.

His hands move from my hips to slide down my legs and I gasp when he parts them, his fingers on my inner thighs to spread my knees apart wide. I whimper pitifully at the sight of my vulnerable body openly displayed to this stranger and I try to close my legs, but his strong hands keep them spread.

"So beautiful," he murmurs in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. "Tell me, Calen, have you ever been touched like this before?" he asks.

I shake my head quickly, trying to control my frantic gasps of breath, hoping that perhaps he'll leave me alone now that he knows I'm a virgin. But he doesn't release me; in fact his grip seems to become even more possessive. I feel him smile against my neck where his lips are now pressing gentle kisses and I shiver.

"Perfect…" he whispers.

His hands slide up the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs even further apart. They stop close to my pelvis, massaging my quivering muscles gently, his complexion a stark contrast against my milky white flesh.

"Please…" I whimper again, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man sighs softly against my skin, his mouth still close to my throat. I feel him lick my fluttering pulse slowly as if tasting me, then I'm suddenly moving. He shifts me in his lap quickly before I even have time to think, so that my legs are now spread wide, straddling his thighs. I stare up into his hypnotizing eyes, my head reeling from the heat of the water and his undeniable strength and power. He gazes down at me for several moments, studying my face intently before he speaks.

"When I found you a week ago you were in a cold, wet alley, starving and struggling to live, with nowhere to go and nowhere to call home. Isn't that right, Calen?" he asks me softly.

I nod slowly, lowering my eyes in shame, once again feeling so belittled by the unforgiving truth that I am no one and that I belong nowhere.

His hand is on my jaw, tilting my head up to make me look at him. There's a softness in his gaze now that somehow eases my fear of him.

"I've been feeding you more in this past week than you've had in over a month, haven't I?" he says, more as a statement than a question.

I hesitate, thinking about his words, but then I nod, knowing he speaks the truth. On the streets I was lucky to get even a small meal to eat every few days, the man's generosity of feeding me a warm meal every day for the past week has somewhat spoiled me…

"Calen."

His authoritative voice pulls my attention back to him immediately and he smiles when I look up at him. He reaches up slowly, carefully sliding his fingers into my hair in way that seems like he's trying to not frighten me. I lean into his touch without thinking, the tender caress almost as nice as getting food in my belly. He chuckles softly, continuing to stroke me as he speaks.

"You've enjoyed the food I've been feeding you, yes?" he murmurs, watching me with those striking eyes.

I nod, struggling to focus on his question and not his soothing touch.

"Y-yes, sir."

He smiles again, obviously pleased.

"Already so obedient…" he says to himself as his long fingers card through my hair. He's quiet for a few moments before he speaks again. "Calen, what if I told you that you could have three meals a day, like the ones I've been feeding you, every day, for the rest of your life?"

His question makes my eyes go round in disbelief, which in turn makes him chuckle softly.

"And what if I told you a soft, warm bed, with clean sheets and fluffy pillows possibly awaits you every night as well?" he adds, his mouth quirking into a smirk.

I stare up at him, baffled and confused.

"H-how…?" I ask quietly.

His smile widens.

"Simple, Calen: Be my good boy and do what I tell you to do," he tells me, his eyes glinting in the light. "So the question is: What are you willing to do for a full belly every day and a comfortable place to sleep every night? What would you do for that promise?" he asks softly, tilting his head to the side.

I blink up at him in shock, slowly realizing that he's offering to let me stay in his grand house; that he's going to feed and take care of me if I agree to his wishes. I would have a place to call home…

But what would I become? What would I be to this man? His lover? His whore? His pet…?

My eyes drift from his face to the window on the other side of the room when a light suddenly catches my attention. Another flash of lightening dances across the sky and I realize it's storming. Inside of this nice, warm house I couldn't even hear the thunder. If he hadn't found me and taken me into his home I would be on the streets in this storm, hiding in my little alley, huddled into myself for warmth, praying the icy rain doesn't wash me away into the sewers; trying to survive until the morning, like so many nights before.

I look back at the blue eyes watching me, patiently waiting for my response as his strong hands continue to pet me gently. I realize how comfortable I feel in his presence, even if I am still afraid of him.

"I-I would do anything…" I finally whisper hoarsely, unable to imagine never being hungry again or never sleeping on the cold, hard ground; I can't even remember the last time I slept in a real bed…

"Excellent," he purrs, revealing dazzling white teeth as he smiles broadly.

I stare at his beauty and I can't stop the jumble of words that suddenly bubble from my mouth.

"B-but, I-I don't understand! W-why me? I-I'm no one," I stammer out pathetically, lowering my eyes once again in shame.

The man's hands slide from my hair to cup my face in his large palms, guiding my head up to look at him. He tilts his head to the side again, regarding me with amusement in his eyes.

"No one, you say? I beg to differ, little one. You are most certainly 'someone', and you are someone I want…" he says quietly.

I swallow hard, his touch making my body shake from a feeling I've never experienced before.

"Why?" I whisper, desperately needing to know.

He smiles again, that amazing smile that I've already grown to love.

"Let me show you," he says, just before leaning forward and capturing my mouth with his own.

I gasp when his warm lips press flush against mine. He takes advantage of my open mouth to slide his tongue inside. One of his hands slips to the back of my head to pull me closer as the other one moves down to my lower back to press my front tight against his. My eyes flutter closed from the sudden feeling that sweeps through my body, making me feel, dizzy, hot and flushed.

I stay frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do, having never been kissed before. The man smiles against my mouth, seeming to notice my stillness, then plunges his tongue deeper to tangle with my own. A moan escapes my throat as the kiss becomes more passionate and I'm shocked that the sensual noise came from me. I find myself hesitantly trying to move my mouth against his, curiously exploring his tongue with mine. He seems pleased with my attempt and makes a rumbling noise of appreciation that I can feel through my chest.

I'm lost in the wonderful feeling of his mouth on mine and the intoxicating taste that comes with it, so I don't notice his hand moving lower on my back until I feel his finger brush over my exposed hole. I gasp and attempt to pull away from the kiss, but he holds me still with the hand on the back of my head.

"Relax," he murmurs against my lips, slowly sliding the tip of his finger over my entrance again.

I struggle to obey him, desperately wanting to please him for some reason. I try to focus my attention back on his mouth as he claims me in another passionate kiss, but then his finger pushes inside of me.

"Ahh!" I cry out, quickly pulling out of his hold, only to bury my face in the crook of his neck. I wonder why I'm clinging to the man when he's the one hurting me, but I can't seem to make myself let go and I know why: The thought of being fed and cared for still fills my mind, making me stay still. It will all be worth it in the end… Right?

"That's my good boy," he whispers in my ear, sliding a soothing hand up and down my back as his digit presses further inside of me.

I moan into his shoulder, wishing it didn't hurt so much. His finger is long and thick and seems to fill me up completely; I can't even imagine having the impressive cock trapped between our bodies inside of me. Just the thought makes me start to cry and I curse myself for being so weak and so very small. How am I going to survive this?

A sudden jolt of pleasure deep inside of me makes me gasp and jerk in surprise. The man chuckles and I can hear the smile on his lips.

"There it is…" he whispers teasingly, stroking his finger over that spot inside of me again.

A shuddering breath leaves my mouth as my body starts to tremble from the overwhelming sensation. The pleasure rushes through me again and again as the man's finger moves within my tight ring of muscles. By the time he slips in a second digit I'm panting and pushing back greedily against his hand like a wanton.

The burn of being stretched more makes me hiss in pain, but it subsides rather quickly this time and is replaced by more pleasure. Small sounds escape my mouth that seem to make the man happy. I can feel him smiling where his lips are close to my ear and he hums appreciatively.

"Mmm, that's it, sweetheart. That's my good boy," he whispers as his deft hand continues to stretch me.

He plays with my hole for a long time before he begins to press a third finger inside of me. I whimper from the pain, my back arching instinctively as I try to adjust.

"Fuck," I hear the man hiss, his breath warm against my throat.

Suddenly his hand is gone from my body and he stands up, holding me in his strong arms, our wet bodies dripping water onto the floor. I yelp in surprise and throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him in fear of being dropped. He easily steps from the tub and carries me back into the bedroom where he gently deposits me on the bed before turning to rummage in a nightstand drawer. I lie on the soft mattress and watch him, my breathing still quick and uneven from the pleasure I was experiencing moments ago.

The man finds what he was looking for and turns back to face me with a glass bottle in his hand filled with a clear, gold tinted liquid. I watch curiously as he removes the stopper from the top and pours a generous amount into his hand. He climbs onto the bed and moves between my legs, spreading them with his knees. I gaze up at him with wide eyes and he smiles his charming smile before leaning down to kiss me again.

As he distracts me with his lips I feel his hand close to my bottom, just before his fingers slip inside of me once again, making me gasp. The digits are slick with the cold oil he poured over them and slide into me easily, causing no pain this time. He finds that spot inside of me again, causing me to moan and writhe in pleasure underneath him. He smiles against my mouth as he nips and bites my lips, seeming to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

After a few minutes he pulls away from the kiss to gaze down at my body, his eyes alight with satisfaction as they travel down my trembling form. He reaches out with his free hand and grasps my small, rigid cock in his large hand. I gasp, throwing my head back on the soft pillow as my eyes close tight from a pleasure I've never felt before. He begins to stroke me slowly, murmuring praises of how lovely my body reacts to his touches.

The heat building in my belly is overwhelming and I whimper, desperately needing release. He chuckles softly, but doesn't increase his speed. His thick fingers are still inside of me, continuing to stretch and tease me, while his other hand slides up and down my length in a tantalizing rhythm.

"P-please…" I pant out, opening my eyes to look at him.

He's watching me with a burning desire in his gaze, the side of his mouth quirking into a smirk.

"Do you want to come, Calen?" he asks softly, leaning over me.

I nod quickly, unable to form an answer with words.

He chuckles darkly as he leans closer, his mouth hovering near my ear.

"Tell me you're mine and I'll allow you to come…" he whispers.

My mind is a mush of pleasure and confusion as I process his words. I struggle to make sense of what's happening to me, what I'm doing, who I'm becoming. But the answer leaves my lips before I even have time to make a real decision; or perhaps I already did…

"I-I'm yours!"

His hand tightens and I orgasm as the last syllable falls from my mouth in a cry of pleasure. Stars dance before my eyes as my body shudders with my release; I've never felt so amazing in my entire life. I collapse, limp and panting, unaware of anything else around me. That is until I feel the head of his thick cock pressing into me.

I have a split second for fear to rush through me, but then I only feel pain as he slowly pushes his length inside of my tight body. I choke on my cry of pain as my back arches, but his strong hand presses me back into the bed.

"Relax, Calen," he murmurs, his commanding voice rumbling through my chest.

I feel like I can't breathe as I gasp desperately for air, trying to accept the pain that I know I agreed to. I manage to relax enough so that the man is able take his heavy hand pinning me down off of my chest. I hesitantly look down the length of my body to see him inside of me and that's when I realize his long cock is only halfway in. I open my mouth to begin to protest and beg him to stop, but the only sound that leaves my lips is a sharp cry of agony as he impales me fully with one firm thrust.

His lips are suddenly on mine, muffling my scream with his mouth. The weight of his body crushes mine as he wraps his arms around me to hold me close and push himself deeper into my ass. Time seems to stand still as he kisses me and allows me to adjust to his thickness. I moan and whimper into his mouth, trying to tell him how much it hurts, but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care because he stays inside of me.

It seems like hours pass, but then he finally begins to pull out of me. Relief fills me when I realize it must be over and I vaguely think that it wasn't that bad. But then he's suddenly slamming back into me.

His mouth is still over mine so my cry of pain is barely heard. His thrusts pound me into the soft mattress beneath me, his impressive length plunging into me fully. I can feel hot tears streaking my flushed cheeks and I can't decide what hurts worse: my hole being stretched so much or the deep ache in my belly.

My mind begins to go blank as my body is used. He releases my mouth with a playful bite to my bottom lip to pull back and gaze down at me with a feral look in his bright eyes. I stare up blankly at the high canopy above the bed, slowly slipping into a strange state of partial consciousness. It seems to last forever and I somehow go numb to the all-consuming pain, blessedly having some form of relief.

Finally the man groans in pleasure, making the first noise I've heard him make since he started fucking me. His thrusts become uneven and then stop suddenly with him still buried deep inside of me. I feel the warmth of his seed filling me up as he comes, making my insides feel uncomfortably full.

My eyes close and my body shudders violently as he slowly pulls out of me. I feel a warm gush of liquid flow out of my abused hole to coat the sheets underneath me, which makes me whine pitifully. I don't dare open my eyes to look at him, but I feel the man climb off the bed and listen to him walk to the other side of the room.

I curl up on my side weakly, whimpering from the overwhelming pain in my sore body. I feel myself drifting into total unconscious when I suddenly feel him close to me again. I yelp in surprise and fear of what he will do to me now, trying to pull away from him, but he holds me still with a tight grip on my leg. He spreads my knees and I start to scream, but I only feel a warm cloth quickly swiped over my bottom and thighs, then he releases me and walks away again.

I let out a shuddering breath and go limp, overwhelmed with a combination of fear, pain, and relief. Tears pour from my eyes and soak the pillow beneath my head. I struggle to stay awake, desperate to know what is going to happen to me next, but darkness sucks me down and then there is nothing.

The End