Chapter 39: chapter 37 (1) 16+
37 (1) 16+
*Contain sensitive parts*
*Proceed with caution*
"Strip for me," Damien's words pulled me back to reality. I literally just stood there with a blank head. I might be stupid sometimes, but not stupid enough not to get the hidden message behind it.
I could see the seriousness on his face.
I slowly backed away earning a sharp look from Damien.
"I- I- can't," I stated.
He tilted his head upwards and leaned backward releasing his deep breath. As if he's tired of ordering a bad dog to sit down.
"You can strip by yourself or.. I can rip that apart from you and.. do something I will regret," he mumbled with a bored tone gazing at the ceiling.
His attention was slowly back on me licking his lips, spreading his legs, and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as I stood stiffly, wishing he would forget I was in this room.
My head felt light but I couldn't even move a muscle. My reaction earned a raised brow, " Don't tempt me, we both know how my self-control is... ," He paused as his stare landed on my lips, and his gaze back to my eyes, " I just can't help it,"
He's lunatic enough to stare me in my sleep though the night. Everything about him was unpredictable. There could be times when I could spit and him and earn a smirk. Or he would pounce on me just because I looked at him Wrong. Even in my slightest change of demeanor and not. Anything would trigger him to attack me in the line of his sight for no apparent reason at times.
But... how could I? Why was he acting like this?
I felt the back of my eyes burned.
My face became as hot as hell.
I felt my throat itching.
There's a chance of him losing control... I didn't even wanna think about it.
" Don't. Cry," Damien said with a low tone.
I couldn't stop the tears.
Damien was dead serious about this.
"A-are you-" I couldn't find my Voice,
" gonna-"
He cut me off " Vivan, strip. "
" Screw you, bastard! The hell I would strip for you! " I blurted out. Realising I just snapped at him, I remained frozen, unable to move from my spot.
But I could feel his eyes looking me up and down. He looked as if he was trying memorize every part of me, I couldn't help but shiver as I thought of every possible outcome.
He hadn't reacted to what I just said.
I watched as he made his way over to me, in no hurry. He moved slow until he had me pressed against the wall. Caging me between his outstretched arms.
Maintaining eye contact was nothing but pathetic attempt to not show fear. But it was too much. The look in his eye was too intense. A lump form in my throat and my eyes began to tear up as his breath mix with mine.
" Vivan... Do you understand your place in this whatever relationship we have? "
" Please... I don't want to. "
"If you take it off on your own. I won't touch you. I can't give you the same promise if you Force my hand. Get it? "
His face moved into the crook of my neck, getting as close as he could without touching.
" Well?" He said calmly.
I took in a deep breath letting the frustrated tears fell and started pulling the dress off me with eyes closed tight.
" Doll, s-l-o-w-l-y,"
I was done taking off top leaving my chest bare with the fancy bra he made me put on earlier. It wasn't the first time he brought clothes for me to wear but it had always been in different situations. Especially not the situations where he demand to humiliate me by making me strip.
I peeked at him and he was back in his chair with eyes trained on me.
Now I was only in my undergarments.
And the floor started to look extremely interesting. The light in the room was really dull with a single lamp across me right behind where Damien was sat.
I couldnt exactly make out his facial expressions. But the good thing was he might not even see me clearly in this lighting.
"Well, keep going, don't keep me waiting. "
There were times I had been fully naked in front of him whereas he walked in on me while I was showering and he didn't bat an eye. One of the rare moments of him completely ignoring me. Or else he would demand my full undivided attention on me. I figured he was a narcissist from the start.
I started unclasping the hook of the bra but Damien got up and walked towards me in a swift motion.
I was startled and stood still with my hands clutched in front of me as I was afraid of the consequences of backing away from him.
A hand met my throat bruisingly and another landed a harsh grip on my butt, not in a way that's hurting me but in securing me from moving.
"Do you hate me?" I swear I could see his eyes shining from tears. My imagination?
Great, Vivan. What are you gonna answer now?
" What if I say 'yes'? And what if I say ' no'?" I said staring at his face.
" There will be different consequences according to your answer," I felt him tightening his grip a little. An unspoken threat. A reminder.
I remained silent and he started unclasping my bra on his own.
My hands automatically reached out to my chest, covering it from his sinful stare.
Damien said nothing but back away from me slowly never leaving his eyes on me.
I stood there emotionless.
I could feel his burning gaze on my body.
I heard him going through the drawer to take something out... A belt? No...
But a whip like thing.
I met his eyes where they twinkle with unknown glint before his hands go over to turn the lamp off leaving the room in pitch darkness.
But the moonlight fell upon into the room from the balcony. It was full moon day.
" Get on the bed and lay down. " he mumbled.
I felt my throat tightened with how much I was holding back from crying and throwing up. All the memories from that... particular night had me on chokehold as I shook my head in denial.
He couldn't be serious... He couldn't be seriously thinking about beating me with that thing when I had done nothing wrong.
Yeah. What did I do wrong? I did what he asked. I... I ran through the forest... I hadn't done anything wrong to make him mad. I hadn't cross any lines... Was that something I said... I called me bastard earlier... But he would have reacted right? Right? He couldn't... He wouldn't.
Not without Apparent reason.
" Damien, I .. I did nothing wrong. I did what you asked.. and and I'm really tired and I just wanted to go to sleep earlier and that's why I was being bitchy. It wasn't intentional, my legs really hurt just standing here. But please. You know I hate 'the belt' please. You're not.. going to... Right? Right? "
My words just bubbled up as I plead into the dark silluette in the corner of the room.
I heard the thing being dropped onto the floor. " Get on the bed now, "
I couldn't see him and sure as fuck I didn't want to know what he was planning.
I practically jumped onto the bed before he change his mind and pick up that curse tool again. I didn't realize I was shaking until Damien put the thin sheet on me.
He tried to pry my hands off my chest but I resisted.
" Doll," a particular harsh threat was all it took.
I relaxed and gave up. I sniffed and sobbed, gripping the pillow tightly.
I hoped he would make it quick, as I waited for the whip to strike my flesh.
Minutes passed but nothing happened, so I fluttered my eyes opened and found grey eyes passionate but filled with lust.
He was kneeling on the bed while staring at me like the creep he was.
But soon, he started taking off his clothes. And I mentally cussed him out as he slowly crept under the bed cover.
The only thing that was covering me was a white sheet he gave me. But it wasn't helping at all, everything was on display.
I felt him breathing down my shoulder as he snuggled against me.
" Please..no. "
I felt him hovering over me as his eyes tracing the tears falling down my face. The position I was trapped in wasn't making it easy for me to see his face.
" What are you saying no to? What did you think I would do huh? "
A particular mock tone had me biting back my tongue from saying something sour back.
"I wasn't planning whatever you think would happen," he whispered and peeled off the cover from me making me completely expose.
My eyes widened in pure fear.
He pulled down his boxer making me turned away instantly.
What the hell was he planning????!!!!
His gaze went between our bodies and his smile widened. Looking me in the eye before he moved his face closer to mine.
He growled and gripped my chin,
" Look at me,"
I opened my eyes and regretted it, he was holding the h-his long, veiny thing.
I cried out like a banshee before trying to land a hit on his stupid face. I started screaming that I didn't believe him.
A hand tangled in my hair and light slaps bring me back to his manic laughing face. " You really are something, do you even have a clear idea of what you think is going to happen to you? "
Did he think I'm stupid? Of course I bet that's something not in my favor!
He made me lay side way facing him. His hand was covering his hard length. Moving up and down gently.
"Don't look away." His grip tightened around himself, his breath stuttering.
My gaze went back, he might as well have had a hand tangled in my hair and had been forcing my eyes to where he wanted them.
Giving soft strokes to himself. His movements began to quicken, I watched his knuckles whiten as gripped himself harder.
I flinched as he suddenly leaned closer to my face. His palm coming up near my mouth.
"Spit on it doll. "
I looked at him, dumbfounded. Like spit?
"Spit on my palm, if you don't I am going to have to find something else to ease this friction."
I gathered enough spit to drop in his palm. He guided his palm closer to his thing. I watched his hand slid it up his shaft.
He suddenly grabbed my hands in his grip as he straddled me. His other hand never stopped stroking his thing.
His words stuttered as he picked up his pace.
"Good fucking doll." His moans reverberated throughout the room.
"My little fucking spit bitch, fucking hell." His head dropped back, and I watched as white liquid landed on my belly, up between my breasts.
I made a disgusted face at his satisfied grin. And soon I was met with lips sucking everywhere on my face. I felt him feeling my breasts and trying to smear the sticky liquid all over my stomach.
Humiliation overwhelmed me.
I was disgusted and ashamed.
I felt him collapsing behind me and him pulling me until my back was against him. I felt him trying to pry my thighs open. His ragged breathing told me that he was now using friction between my thighs to get off. I felt my underwear becoming drenched and I couldn't understand the weird feeling between my legs.
His groans were mixing with my sobs.
This was pure hell. I tried to struggle but he seemed unfocused as he kept pushing his thing between my thighs. It was all slippery on my thighs.
I grabbed on the sheet and buried my face in my palms waiting for this hell to end.
After it felt like forever, he growled loudly and I felt warm liquids dripping my thighs.
I shivered from the feeling of wet towel was placed between my legs.
All I knew was wanting to shower.
His hand gripping my thighs as I tried to get away from him.
" Don't move, sleep, I'll clean you up. "
I felt dizzy as I tried to push his wandering hands away.
" I'll take care of you, Like I Always Do... My Doll. "
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** Warning again for those who are particularly sensitive to this type of content.**
Some scenes Inspired by a fic I read years ago.
I Was trying to add depth to the character in this edited version.
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