Consumed: A Dark Paranormal Romance Page 3

  Fuck that.

  After a long moment, I began to fight anew. I pushed my palms against the rock, pressing up as hard as I could. I tried to crawl forward, my nails scraping against the rock. I hardly moved an inch.

  With a deep sigh, he gripped my shoulder and flipped me over, so I had no choice but to stare at his obsidian, fire-lit eyes. I snarled at the look of victory apparent on his face. His body weight held me down as though I was nothing but a waif of a girl. All my years of self-defense training and he’d pinned me down to the floor in a matter of seconds. Like it hadn’t even mattered.

  He’d taken the upper hand like it was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

  Shit.

  I struggled against him and he responded by pressing his body against mine. His eyes looked almost black in the dimness, greedy and determined to have his way with me. He smirked, his brow furrowing coldly, and I knew then that I was never going to escape. He wasn’t going to allow it.

  His cock pressed right against my pussy. Long, hard, and pulsating against my flesh. Almost like a searing promise that soon, it was going to sink deep inside me, no matter what I said. No matter if I didn’t want it.

  He knew he had won. The grin on his face grew, indicating that he was well aware of his victory.

  Fuck.

  He leaned back, replacing his hand on my throat, only this time the implication was much more powerful. With a simple squeeze, he could cut off my air, kill me for resisting his advances. He held my life in the palm of his hand. I stilled, staring back at him with hatred.

  Damnit, if he was going to do this, I wasn’t going to go down quietly.

  “Is this how you like it, you sick fuck? You could buy whoever you wanted, but instead, you’d rather force yourself on a woman? What kind of man are you?” I spat back at him and his eyes narrowed at the challenge in my voice.

  “Oh, I don’t intend to force you, Kassandra. Before I’m through, you’ll be begging me to spear you with my cock. When I’m done, the sound of you screaming my name is going to echo off these walls and the only people that will know will be me and you,” he replied, as self-assured as ever.

  I gritted my teeth as his other hand continued its exploration of my body. His fingers drifted across my neck, searing my skin with the heat of his touch. My blood pumped faster, almost as if it was responding to him and him alone. My heart pounded heavily in my chest and then, it was as if a switch triggered within my body.

  All at once, a massive ball of heat rose from deep within my core, a strange mixture of desire and shameful arousal. He ran his fingers across my clavicle, his touch a fiery blaze of promise and I gasped softly. He continued downward, taking my right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it, slowly at first and then more roughly.

  Then he let it go and I released the breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding deep in the base of my lungs.

  He gripped the edge of my dress then, right where the sweetheart neckline began, and my heart pounded even harder. He stared me right in the eyes as he slowly started to tear the fabric in two, stripping the gown from my body and baring my right breast. I tried to push against his chest and stop him, but it was almost like I was trying to push against a cement wall.

  “Put your hands over your head,” he demanded. “Now.” His grip around my throat tightened once more, reminding me that he held all the power over my body.

  “No,” I growled.

  He captured my right nipple with his fingers once more, only this time, he pinched it hard, painfully so. The room was dead silent and once a few more seconds passed by, he twisted it roughly. I cried out, pain lancing across my chest. The message was clear: Disobey me and I will hurt you. I bit my lower lip, fighting away the tears that threatened to fall.

  Something within me broke and I obeyed. I couldn’t escape or get away. He had me right where he wanted me, despite everything I had done. I had fought, and I had lost, and he knew it.

  His ensuing smile said it all.

  He was going to do what he wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

  I cried out in despair and then, he leaned down and kissed me.

  His kiss was bold, powerful, and utterly demanding. He wanted everything, and he expected me to give it to him. His tongue pushed into my mouth, entangling with mine and commanding me to obey, to grant him everything he desired. To give him me.

  I shivered, forcing the moan sitting at the edge of my throat back down.

  With one hand on my throat and the other playing with my breasts, he caressed my skin almost tenderly. Despite everything in my mind telling me to fight, I kissed him back. Maybe I was drunk. Maybe the wine was stronger than I had thought, because my body was humming beneath him.

  This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t want this. He was taking my body just because he wanted to, and I had no choice in the matter. I should be fighting harder. I tried pushing against his shoulders once more and his grip tightened in warning around my throat. I pulled in a shallow breath, which was all his palm allowed.

  He pulled his head back, dark eyes staring into mine. Everything in them was laced with the threat of violence and the promise of greater pleasure if I just gave in.

  I couldn’t do that though. It wasn’t in my nature. I was a fighter. I was strong. I’d figure out some way to get out of this.

  The hand that was caressing my breast dipped lower, dragging down my belly. The sound of tearing fabric continued and that saddened me. Such an expensive dress, destroyed. He pushed the satin aside, and I felt the chilly air caress the naked skin of my torso. His fingers dipped lower, edging just beneath the fabric of my panties.

  “If you don’t start being a good girl for me, Kassandra, I’m going to have to punish you. I’m going to have to teach you who your real master is,” he growled, the sound a heady mixture of arousal and expectation.

  His fingers drifted lower still, brushing against the top of my mound.

  No. He couldn’t, I wouldn’t let him.

  I struggled hard against him, using every ounce of strength and adrenaline that I could muster. I punched against his shoulder and tried to knee him between the legs again. When pushing and hitting against him didn’t work, I tried to injure his face. It only takes five pounds of pressure to break a man’s nose. I took a swing, but he caught my hand before I could make contact with him.

  He sighed and shook his head. Quickly, he leaned back, releasing my throat in the process. He grabbed the right strap of my dress and tore it hard. The fabric came free and he captured my wrists. I fought against him, but I was no match for his strength. Before I knew it, he’d pushed my arms to the floor over my head and bound them with the remains of my gown. It was tight, and I couldn’t get it off.

  “You’re going to regret that little stunt in a few minutes, but I have plans for you first,” he snarled.

  “What do you mean?” I asked nervously. My pussy twitched at his words and I wondered if whatever he was going to do to me was going to hurt.

  “I’m going to punish you,” he said simply, providing no more details as to what he might mean. I whimpered in response.

  His hand returned to my panties then, edging under the hemline with ease. His fingers dragged against smooth skin and he grinned at his discovery.

  “Completely hairless. I love the modern age,” he murmured.

  I looked at him in confusion. Modern age? What did that mean?

  His fingers boldly explored my flesh, taking every inch as his. Slowly, he pushed them down into the seat of my panties and that’s when he discovered my shameful secret.

  Despite the struggle in my mind, my body had utterly betrayed me.

  I was soaked with arousal. I had known it for a while, had felt the wet fabric glued against my skin. I had thought to hide it, had thought it would never get to this point, but now that he had discovered my secret, I was completely exposed.

  His chuckle said everything.

  His eyes star
ed into mine, compounding my shame ten-fold. He knew that his roughness and his need to take me whether I wanted it or not had aroused me. It had turned me on and there was no concealing that fact anymore.

  “You fight me, little warrior, but your body knows its true master. You’re so wet for me. I bet you can’t wait until I reward this rebellious cunt with my cock, but naughty girls like you have to wait,” he mused, and I scowled back at him.

  His fingers continued to explore my folds, sliding along my moist flesh with embarrassing ease.

  “You like it when I touch you here. I can feel your body tense with pleasure each time I come close to your greedy clit,” he continued, and I whined softly with humiliation.

  He caressed my needy bud then, circling it slowly, teasing me. I squirmed, trying to avoid his touch, but it was no use. My pussy was his to take.

  His fingers moved carefully, calculatingly slow as he tormented me. My body reacted almost violently to his touch and I wasn’t ready for it. It had been several years since I’d been with a man and it was as though my body was punishing me for it. His fingers moved deftly across the folds of my pussy, almost as though it was a musical instrument. He knew exactly what to do in order to build my arousal and there was little I could do but take it.

  He squeezed my clit tenderly, before pressing the pads of his fingers over it firmly. The moment he increased the pressure there, I moaned for the very first time. The desire that shot up from the depths of my belly was strong and I had been unprepared for it. He smiled with his victory as my body forced me into obedience and I had to look away. Staring at the wall, he played with my wanting flesh, teasing me to the edge of oblivion and back.

  “Look at me, Kassandra,” he demanded.

  When I didn’t, he took his hand away from my body. The sadness I felt almost instantly was too great and I groaned forlornly. My pussy throbbed, demanding his touch once more. My skin burned and my core pulsed with desire, making it difficult to think.

  “Please,” I begged. I no longer knew what I was begging for. I wanted this. I didn’t. I wanted a man to touch me and bring me pleasure. I was so fucking confused.

  “Now, Kassandra,” he said firmly.

  I forced myself to turn my head back to him, and he rewarded my obedience by returning his hand back to my traitorous pussy, rolling my clit with his fingers over and over again.

  “Fuck, please,” I pleaded.

  “You will come when I give you permission,” he scolded, and I sighed plaintively. My body was humming with pleasure and I could no longer fight it. Every ounce of desire was demanding my attention, wanting to be released.

  He rolled my clit once more and the arousal that followed was electric. Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. From within, I felt feverish, my body heating to a level that I was sure would cause me to combust. Sure, I’d been with men before, but never in my life had my body reacted this strongly to any one of them.

  Markos was something different entirely.

  I moaned again, and he sighed contentedly, his mouth turning up in the slightest of smiles.

  “I don’t want this,” I said breathily.

  “Yes, you do, little warrior. You need me to claim you. You need this from me and I aim to give it to you. I’m going to give you everything. I’m going to give you the world,” he answered.

  Maybe he was right. Here I was, fighting against everything, including my own body when maybe I was meant to give in.

  Hot pleasure sliced through my limbs as he teased me, edging me closer and closer to orgasm, but stopping just before I reached my peak. Over and over he did this, and I was forced to experience the rise and fall of my arousal again and again. Soon, my skin was humming with passionate desire, every inch of my flesh on fire with it.

  I was finding it hard to breathe, the feeling was so heady.

  Again, he teased me and again he stopped, just when I was on the cusp of my release. I mewled with dissatisfaction, and then, my body betrayed me completely. My hips rolled toward him, trying to keep connection with his finger, but still, it was no use.

  He was only going to let me come when he decided I’d earned it.

  I cried out forlornly, trying to come to terms with this new realization. His fingers returned to my clit, pressing against it lightly. I thrashed from side to side, overcome with the passion racing through my veins and he chuckled quietly. The light touch of his fingers continued, teasingly so and I pouted, wanting more. My eyes rolled back in my head and the breathy pants releasing from my throat were loud and desperate. There was no hiding how much this was turning me on.

  I needed to come.

  I moaned softly. My nipples hardened into tight little peaks and my core throbbed, hot pleasure craving release. I needed to orgasm, and I needed it now.

  My hips thrust forward, trying to force him to increase the pressure, but he was prepared for that and pulled his hand away.

  “Bad girl. I think it’s time you were punished for your disobedience,” he said quietly, and my pussy throbbed uncontrollably with desire.

  “What?” I asked, confused. “Please, just let me come.”

  At once, he pushed himself off the floor and pulled me up with him by my bound wrists. My dress was torn to shreds, hanging from my body and he sneered at it, before grabbing the remains and tearing them from my body. The expensive blue fabric fell to the floor and I stood there watching it, reminded of the waves of the ocean just outside his villa.

  I was naked, except for my soaking wet panties. I stood there, unsure and embarrassedly aroused as he pulled a large oversized loveseat into the center of the room. He grabbed the remnants of my dress and pushed me harshly over the back of it. Tearing my gown into long strips, he tied me to the chair. He spread my legs so that each ankle was tied to the chair’s feet. He pulled my already tied wrists forward and bound them to the front of the chair, using much longer strips to keep me in place. By the time he was finished, I was bent over, my ass high in the air, and my panty-clad pussy on display.

  His hand drifted over my ass and then he patted my cheeks softly, one after the other.

  “You’ve never been punished before, have you?” he asked.

  “No,” I replied breathlessly. He gripped my hips, pushing his cock up against the wetness of my pussy and I gasped.

  Was he going to fuck me now?

  “When you are to be disciplined, you are to be naked. If you disobey me ever again and deny me this, the consequences will be severe, do you understand?” he scolded.

  “Yes,” I answered hesitantly.

  “Yes, what?” he asked.

  My mind scrambled for answers. What did he want?

  “Yes, Sir,” I tentatively replied.

  “No,” he said, slapping my thigh lightly.

  I furrowed my brow, trying to think.

  “Yes, Master,” I finally whispered.

  “Good girl. Now we can carry on with your punishment. Feel free to scream and cry. I won’t stop until I’m sure that you have learned your lesson,” he warned.

  He gripped the hemline of my panties in his fingers and pulled, hard. The sound of tearing cloth echoed around me as he peeled the last barrier to my nakedness away. The fabric pinched my skin and I cried out at the sudden pain, but then it was gone. He’d torn my underwear from my body and my one last piece of propriety had been taken from me.

  Now I was naked. And he could see every last inch of me. His thumb drifted down the cleft of my ass, just glancing against the folds of my pussy as he reached lower. As almost a reminder of how vulnerable I was, he placed my panties on the seat of the chair, so I had to stare at them right in front of me.

  “Such a pretty pink cunt, just begging to be fucked hard, just like it deserves,” he said.

  I mewled in return.

  “But before I can do that, you need to be punished, little warrior.”

  The sound of a belt jingling made me freeze.

  “What are you doing?” I asked in a pani
c.

  He didn’t answer, and I tried my best to look back at him. His hands pulled the leather from his dark slacks, the whooshing sound making my tummy roil with fear. He folded it over on itself and that’s when I realized how wide it was.

  My ass tightened anxiously, and I struggled against my bonds, but it was useless to fight. The knots were tight, and would no doubt keep me prisoner until he cut me free.

  “Don’t,” I begged.

  His arm hung down by his side, but my eyes were glued to the long piece of leather in his hand. Moving closer to me, he stood by my side, placing one hand on my lower back to keep me in place.

  “Please.”

  He ignored my pleas and instead, continued on in silence. He lifted his arm and the warm, dark brown leather pressed against my skin, softly at first as he caressed me with it. For a moment, it felt good and I relaxed slightly.

  Maybe he wasn’t actually going to use it to punish me? Maybe it was just a warning.

  “I’ll obey you. You can have me, and I won’t fight you anymore,” I said, ready to promise anything in order to avoid what seemed inevitable now. Maybe he would be merciful and take pity on me.

  Still, he didn’t respond, and I grew even more anxious. Instead, he sighed heavily, and his hand reached in front of me and picked up my panties. Quickly, before I could respond, he stuffed them into my mouth. I could taste my sweet, musky arousal and I gagged softly.

  “If you spit them out, you will regret it,” he threatened, and I moaned quietly in defeat. The room was silent for a while then, just me and him and the leather pressing softly against the vulnerable bare flesh of my ass.

  The belt left my skin then and I closed my eyes, fearful of what was to come.

  The sound of the leather hitting flesh echoed in the stone-walled room. It was loud and incredibly striking, and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. Then, the fiery blaze of pain finally hit me. I squealed, the sound muted by my panties as a line of fire swelled over the cheeks of my ass. My body tightened reflexively, trying to make myself smaller, trying to fight against my bonds but it was no use. I was going to take his punishment and I had no choice in the matter.