Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (digital book reader .txt) 📕

 "Be still...." 

 He whispered huskily in my ear as his hand squeezed my bosoms harshly. Continuous tears flowed down like a waterfall. I had lost count on how many tears I have shed today. I felt caged. 

 Confined in his arms.

His other hand teased the hem of my panties as he kissed my neck hungrily. He would first lick, then bite, and then again lick. It was like he was leaving markings. 

 Like he was marking me.

I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. Messed up, that's what I was. I was looking like a doll.

 His pleasure doll.

The mere thought of belonging to him creates turbulence in my heart. My heart shattered into million pieces only thinking about Mathew, how would he feel when he would find out that I was being touched by another man?

This thought didn't sit well with my mind. 

I again struggled in his arms with renewed energy. I put all my energy to get him off me but he didn't even budge. Like he was made up of bricks and cement. 

He tightens his hold on my breasts as a sign of warning. I wince in agony as I felt a sharp stinging sensation rippling through my chest. Nothing was gentle about him. He was a cold-blooded monster. 

"I said stay still,” he ordered. He wrapped his hand under my chin and made me look up at him. I took panicked deep breaths as his icy cold eyes stared down at me. I squeal as he pulled my face forward and smashed his lips against mine. 

Did he move his lips against mine rather aggressively. His hands squeezed my breast as he traced my nipples with his thumb through the fabric of the cloth.

Goosebumps spread all over my body as the hair behind my neck stood erect. 

 He massaged my breasts, giving equal time to each one. A new sensation overtook my senses.

 I was never touched by a man sexually. Mathew never forced me. He never touched me like this. He was gentle and careful, we would only share kisses. But never this. We decided to take our relationship to next level only when we would get married. 

 But now everything is gone.

 A whimper escaped from my mouth as he put his hand inside my nightie. But his mouth swallowed all my whimpers, his kiss refusing to let me breathe. 

 He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth as his hands move inside my panties and moved lower towards my vagina. 

”Got something in mind," He said lowly against my lips. 
 

"You now belong to me,”

 His one hand was holding my chin as his other hand crept up my stomach and possessively grabbed my bare breasts under the nightie. 

 "And you will obey my commands," he continued. I shivered as his fingers traced the nub at the apex of my vagina and pressed it." Or, let's just say, you won't like the consequences." 

 His fingers rotate in slow enticing circles. My breathing shortened as an intense feeling from inside me. The tears were not stopping. I was embarrassed, humiliated.

I whimpered for I never wanted this.

"The fun has just begun," he whispered huskily in my ear as he captured my lips again in a ferocious kiss. 

The situation mentioned my vulnerable state.

He increased his pace on his fingers as I felt a new sensation burning my insides. My body trembled with a strange intense feeling that felt so good. I could feel a wet liquid starting flowing through my vagina as his fingers sped up. He broke the kiss as he growled inhumanely. I instinctively clenched my thighs as he slipped his fingers between my lower lips and pushed his finger inside me. 

He chuckled as he pumped his finger in and out. A cry left my mouth at this warm feeling. I was feeling like I need to pee but my bladder was not full. I subconsciously throw my head back against his chest as an intense pleasure rippled through me. I was feeling full down there as he rotated his finger inside me and I arched my back in pleasure. 

I was not supposed to feel like this but my body was betraying me. Warm tears cascaded down my face. 

I let out a breathless gasp as his finger relentlessly moved in and out of my tight hole without mercy. No matter how much I whimper or struggle, his firm grip on me was agonizing. 

"Noo... Please!" I cried as a strange warm pleasurable feeling flooded through me. "oh go...d!"

I startled myself as an erotic moan of pleasure escaped my lips. 

He chuckled as he curled his fingers upwards. I let out a shaking scream as tension buildup inside me, unknowingly I arched my back and make my toes curl. It was almost like a clenching feeling. And just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, suddenly all that tension is released and pulses throughout my body.

"Next time it will be more than just a finger," he whispered huskily in my ear making me shiver. 

And in the blink of an eye, he was gone. My knees weakened as I fell hard on the floor with a loud thud. My breathing was quick and short. I was panting. 

He played with me and now he was gone. 

That bastard just gave me an orgasm.

 ****

I again closed my eyes, but sleep was nowhere near me, rolling to my left side and again trying to sleep. But every time I close my eyes, his red eyes came into my mind. I was embarrassed, I gave in to his touch quite easily without a fight for survival. I still didn't know why I could still feel his hands all over my body. My mind flashed back to the way his hands touched me, the ghost of his touches were there-

 'Stop thinking about that, Sarah.' I scolded myself.

The throbbing sensation was still there between my thighs. I took a deep breath to calm my senses down, closed my eyes, and thought about the times when I and Mathew used to stay up the whole night and watch movies. We used to stare into the eyes of each other for hours. I still remember when Mathew took my first kiss.