Chapter 7

Paige

I groaned loudly, almost screaming.

I didn’t know which I was groaning for anymore, the burning pain in my butt or his weight crushing me, or my hair he was gripping so tightly.

Finally, he went all in, then leaned in again and said, “This is just the beginning, sweetheart.”

He pulled out sharply, unleashing another set of pain.

I screamed, tears instantly gushing out of my eyes onto the mattress. I didn’t know when I started crying.

The pain was excruciating; I was almost suffocating, and my hair was almost detaching from my scalp.

Then, unexpectedly, he pushed into the right hole.

I gasped once, before slowly exhaling shaky breath. I was sure he must have felt my relief.

He started moving in and out, and surprisingly, my body started relaxing.

I decided I would not give in to it this time, and so focused on the pain I still felt in my butt, on the weight crushing me to death, on the pain at the root of my hair and on the air I was gasping for, that was not even considering me.

It worked; I was glad. The pains were not negligible.

But when his pacing increased, the pains started to gradually fuel the pleasure and moisture was gathering underneath me without my permission.

I panicked slightly, wishing the pains not to go away. But as usual, everything seemed to work against me.

Gosh! I must admit, the monster was so good; no one would ever be able to resist him. He always made me forget that the atmosphere was not friendly.

I almost let it out when I suddenly remembered his warning the last time and bit down on my lips; I must not let any unauthorized sound escape my throat.

I endured pleasure like it was pain, moving my head from side to side as if seeking for a help I didn’t really mean to ask.

Seconds later, my endurance started wavering. My fluid was all over my hip, and his.

He released my hair and pushed his hand under me, and grabbed my chest. He squeezed so hard it hurt.

I groaned once, and he squeezed it again, obviously enjoying my pain.

I cried out again, but he didn’t release. Instead, his second hand joined in the game.

I arched my chest and tried to bite his hands to stop, but my mouth didn’t reach them.

My hands were cuffed behind me, there was nothing I could do. I kept groaning helplessly, yet neither his hands nor his pacing slowed.

Gradually, the pain started becoming pleasurable again, and my groans started turning to moans.

Before I knew it, I was shifting my legs wider, wanting more of him. My mouth was releasing any sound that came to it.

His thrusts intensified and I could hear his silent sighs. Then his hands left my chest and went to my waist, steadying it as he unleashed fire inside me.

This monster of mine, as sweet as he was terrifying.

I stopped fighting entirely and drowned into what he was doing to me.

I forgot everything, the threat, the freezing cold, my torn dress on the floor; every damn thing. He was driving me out of my mind and I was enjoying the ride.

At this point, I wanted to kiss him; I ached for a slight affection.

I slowly pushed myself off the bed hoping to get a slightest contact with his body, but his hand suddenly gripped the back of my neck and pinned me back to the bed harshly; I knew at once that I had misbehaved.

But that didn’t stop me from heading for the destination.

Under his grip, my both hands behind me, his body surfing inside me, I trembled with pleasure, almost wishing it wouldn’t end.

Moments later, I was getting there.

Oh my God! My sweet monster knew exactly what I wanted.

He pounded harder, and harder.

Oh tiger…tear me apart! I prayed silently as I gladly lost control.

He continued pounding; the slapping sound filled the whole basement.

My eyes closed halfway, letting the pleasure sweep me away.

Oh God, I am almost there.

My mind prepared for it, the hairs on my body stood, my heart sunk inside me, my hand behind me gripped the hem of his shirt that dangled into it.

I was ready. Almost! Almost! My moans increased.

Now!

My eyes snapped open!

What?!

He pulled out!

What the fuck?!

I swung round, almost ready to scold him. But seeing him already on his feet, glaring at me shut me up at once, reminding me of my place.

“I am not your boyfriend,” he said.

I lowered my eyes in utter embarrassment and turned back to the bed to conceal myself.

I licked my lips and swallowed hard.

He bent, picked my torn dress from the floor and wiped up.

I frowned and looked up at him in total disappointment as he packed up.

He smirked, “Get your climax from your useless father, moron.”

No, monster, you can’t be serious!!!

I couldn’t believe I was just played, effortlessly. I felt heart-broken.

Then he squatted behind me and began uncuffing my wrists, feeling amused by the look on my face.

“You know what you should worry about?” he said, rising on his feet, “The fact that I will slit your throat in three days, whether your father complies or not.”

I gasped in fear, the realization of my fate displacing my silly desire instantly.

He slipped the cuff into his pocket. “And then, I will pop his brain open, and that of everyone he holds dear.”

Then he turned and left.

The silence that followed was deafening.

What just happened?

Did I just go from ten to zero in a flash?

I suddenly became fully aware of everything, and fear gripped me once again.

Was this how my life was finally going to end? From suffering to suffering?

I weakened, and slowly dropped to the floor, allowing the tears to flow.

Just then, someone entered my open cell; one of his men, obviously.

Before I could see what he was up to in the dim room, he was already parting my legs.