CAMILLE’S POV :
Standing up while groaning and going to open the door I was met with the Alpha. My eyes went wide.
“You don’t think I forgot you earned yourself a punishment, do you?” He said as he pushed me into the room and locked the door. He turned to face me.
“Now strip” he said firmly as he looked at me like he was going to eat me.
“Alpha please, not tonight. I can’t” I said trying to reason with him but he wasn’t having it as he walked slowly to meet me.
“Strip now” he said using his Alpha’s voice one me. “You wouldn’t want me to do it for you little one” he said as he touched my hair. With my hands shaking I removed everything cloth on my body and stood naked in front of him.
He too pulled off his clothes and was also completely naked, then he went to the edge of the bed and sat down, he’s cock alarmed.
“Come here and kneel” he commanded as I hesitated before I went close to him, kneeling down in front of his cock, he was huge.
I was terrified as I knelt in front of him. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what was going to happen soon.
But he didn’t give me a choice. He grabbed my head and forced me to take his cock into my mouth. I tried to resist, but he was too strong.
He began to fuck my mouth roughly, pounding into me with no regard for my comfort. I whimpered and gasped as he thrust harder and harder, my throat burning with the force of it.
But even as I struggled and tears rolled down my eyes, he still didn’t stop or take a break.
Finally, he came, filling my mouth with his cum and forcing me to swallowed it.
When it was over, I was left panting and trembling on the floor. I didn’t think he was nearly finished as he ordered me to Get up.
I tried and stood up in front of him as he held my hand and brought me closer to him.
“Don’t act like your not enjoying it little one , that’s pathetic” he said.
As I stood trembling before him, he fixed a fierce gaze on me. “Come here,” he growled, his voice deep and commanding.
I hesitated, my fear and confusion warring within me. He reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me towards him until I was standing between his legs. He looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire.
“Sit on me,” he said, his voice low and husky.
I hesitated, but his grip on my shoulders was firm and insistent. I lowered myself onto him, straddling his lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
His hands began to roam over my body, fondling and pressing my breasts in a painful way. I gasped as his fingers dug into my flesh, but I found herself unable to resist the sensations that were coursing through me.
“Ride me,” the Alpha growled, his voice filled with need.
I began to move, my hips rocking back and forth as I rode his hard, throbbing manhood. He’s manhood wasn’t in me , we were just like rubbing against each other , his hands still fondling my breasts and causing me to cry out in both pain and a little pleasure but I was so exhausted, I didn’t want to continue.
As I rode him, he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples between his teeth, biting down hard as I continued to move against him.
I could tell he wanted more and he was going to get it by all means. With a wicked grin on his face, he reached out and slipped two fingers inside me. I cried out in pain as he pushed them harshly, his rough movements causing me to cry out in agony.
But he didn’t care, as long as he was in control , he was going to get everything that he wanted.
I stopped moving and he slapped my ass and said I should not stop, even as his fingers where in me.
He continued plunging his fingers in and out of me with ruthless precision.
My cries grew louder and louder but he was relentless, his face contorted with pleasure as he took what he wanted from me.
Finally, he let out a guttural cry as he reached his climax, and I followed shortly thereafter, my own orgasm wracking my body as I collapsed against his chest, panting and spent.
He rolled me over on the bed, him at the right side and me at left as we lay there quietly no one uttering a word.
After some time he stood up in front of me all dressed , as I sat up on the bed, a smug look on his face as he watched me. “You’re improving,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re becoming more useful with your body as a slut.”
Tears welled up in the my eyes as I heard the words, my heart breaking at the disrespect and degradation. I had never wanted this life, never wanted to be used and abused like this. But I had no choice, no way to escape from the clutches of him.
“Please,” I begged, my voice shaking with fear and desperation. “Please don’t talk to me like that. I’m trying my best, I swear. You are the one who’s making me do this, is not my fault my body still reacts in some ways it does.
But he just laughed, his cruel eyes mocking me. The tears flowed freely now, streaming down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. I knew I was nothing to him, just a plaything to be used and discarded when he was done with. And the thought of that, of being nothing more than an object for his pleasure, was more than I could bear.
“Please,” I begged again, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t do this to me. I’ll do anything, anything you want. Just don’t make me feel like this anymore.”
But he just sneered at me, his contempt for me clear in his eyes. “You’re a pathetic little whore,” he spat out, his voice filled with disgust. “And your going to continue doing this, your mine Camille. Get used to it”.
With that, he turned and left the room leaving me alone with my tears and my broken heart. I knew I would never be free of him, that I would always be his plaything, his slut, for as long as he wanted me. And the thought of that, of being nothing more than a body for him to use and abuse, made the tears flow even harder, until I couldn’t cry anymore and just laid there, waiting for sleep to take me.