9

As I stood there, trapped within the tight embrace of his arms, a sense of speechlessness overwhelmed me. What words could I possibly utter in this moment?
Saying yes meant surrendering to him completely, acknowledging my readiness to become his possession. When I escaped from Raffaele’s clutches, I vowed never to allow myself to be at the mercy of another man. Yet, here I was, cornered by Artemy, and I found myself unable to utter a simple word of refusal.
His piercing gaze lingered upon me, anticipation filling the air as he awaited my response. Determinedly, I chose silence, pursing my lips together and refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply. Surely, staying silent was better than offering a response, wasn’t it?
That was my belief at the time. But as events unfolded, I came to realize I was mistaken. Artemy’s lips curled into another one of his wicked smirks, and my throat tightened as I struggled to swallow the lump of fear lodged within it.
That smirk was anything but pleasant. In fact, it radiated a malevolence that sent chills down my spine.
Drawing nearer, he leaned in until his lips grazed my ear lightly. “You enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?” His voice, rough and commanding, stirred a tremor through my body. Beneath the layers of fear and anger, I couldn’t deny the subtle response my body involuntarily exhibited. Yet, I fought against acknowledging those sensations. It felt wrong. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
But despite my desire to display strength, I couldn’t escape the overwhelming sense of weakness that had taken hold of me. Raffaele’s voice echoed in my mind as my gaze fixated on Artemy’s solid chest.
Weak. Utterly pathetic. Just look at you-broken and worthless. You’re nothing more than a despicable, debased whore.
My thoughts abruptly halted when I felt a hand gently cradle my chin, tilting my head upward. My eyes snapped open, meeting Artemy’s intense gaze. His fingers exerted a firm grip on my chin, rendering my head immobile as he drew nearer, until our bodies were pressed together with an intimacy that seemed impossible to breach.
His warmth enveloped me, dispelling the chill that had gripped me moments ago. My heart pounded relentlessly within my chest, and I was certain he could perceive its erratic rhythm.
The rough pad of his thumb caressed my plump, delicate lips, eliciting an involuntary gasp from me. His touch journeyed downward, traversing my body, and I instinctively squeezed my legs together.
Why? Why did I feel this way in his presence?
Desperately, I inhaled a breath, tearing my gaze away from his and darting it around the room, searching for anything to anchor myself to. I pleaded with my mind to think, to focus.
Think, Becca. Think.
Artemy shifted, his shirt brushing against my sensitive skin, and I bit down on my lip, attempting to stifle another moan that threatened to escape.
He encircled my waist with his arm, securing me tightly against his own body as his other hand gradually descended.
“Do we have an agreement?” he asked, his voice laced with desire. Artemy’s touch sent a shiver down my spine as he pressed his knee between my legs, parting them ever so slightly.
The conflicting emotions swirling inside me were overwhelming. The thought of him taking control was demeaning, yet undeniably arousing. Artemy’s presence both frightened and enticed me, making it impossible to resist the physical responses he effortlessly elicited.
I questioned myself internally, wondering what was wrong with me. Before I could gather my thoughts or respond, he leaned down and captured my nipple with his mouth. A gasp escaped my lips, quickly followed by an involuntary moan as my head fell back in pleasure.
His skilled tongue and firm suction aroused me further, the roughness of his stubble brushing against my delicate skin. Without conscious thought, I instinctively pushed my breast toward him, yearning for more.
Confusion and desire battled within me, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed. His grip on my hips released momentarily as he shifted his attention to my other breast, teasing the pebbled nipple beneath the fabric of my bra. His thumb caressed it in slow circles, mirroring the tantalizing movements of his tongue on the other side.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, I moaned uncontrollably, my head tossing from side to side in an attempt to escape the intense sensations coursing through my body. In a feeble attempt to regain some control, I tried to close my legs, but Artemy’s knee prevented me from doing so. A helpless “Oh…” slipped past my lips.
Involuntarily, my trembling hand rose and cupped his cheek, exploring the softness of his skin with delicate strokes. My touch traveled to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if craving his proximity. I was no longer in command of my own body, swept away by a whirlwind of sensations that unfolded too rapidly to comprehend.
As his hand left my hips and ventured toward my drenched core, I couldn’t suppress the tightening grip of my nails against his skin. The touch was tender, yet charged with erotic energy. Almost instantaneously, I felt his hardness pressing against my abdomen, triggering a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.
When he bit down on my nipple, I wriggled against him, inadvertently grinding myself against his arousal. Artemy chuckled, adjusting his knee to further part my legs, granting him unrestricted access between my thighs.
With deliberate slowness, he peeled away my black panties, revealing my throbbing clit. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as his thumb flicked over the sensitive nub, causing me to moan unabashedly. In the midst of the escalating sensations, I couldn’t comprehend the tumultuous transformation overtaking my body. Every muscle contracted, threatening to cramp as the overwhelming pleasure consumed my senses, leaving me utterly intoxicated by his touch.
I felt my whole body start to tremble uncontrollably, my legs spasming as Artemy’s thumb continued its sensual caress.
As he pressed his thumb against my most sensitive spot, a jolt of pleasure shot through me, escaping my lips in a sharp cry.
“Artemy…” I managed to gasp out. His gaze met mine, and a tingling sensation ran across my skin. I was stretched tight like a bowstring, my body quivering with a mix of pain and an overwhelming intensity of pleasure.
I couldn’t put it into words; it was a sensation I had never experienced before. My senses were overloaded, and my vision blurred as Artemy tantalizingly continued his slow exploration of my body.
“What’s happening to me?” I whispered, my voice filled with confusion.
Artemy’s eyes widened, and he inhaled sharply, surprised. Then, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face before he replied.
“You’re about to have your first orgasm, kitten,” he huskily whispered. “Trust me. Just let go. Don’t fight it. It’ll be the most exquisite thing you’ve ever felt.”
I shook my head, attempting to move away, but Artemy swiftly wrapped his arm around my waist, refusing to let me escape his grasp.
Still keeping his gaze fixed on me, he stroked my clit once more before slowly sliding his finger inside me. I clenched around him, releasing a moan as pleasure washed over me, my eyes reluctantly closing in ecstasy.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded in a rough, commanding voice. I quickly obeyed, my eyes wide open, fixated on his intense gaze.
As he pushed deeper inside me, I tightened around his finger, feeling him penetrate my tight walls. The sensations were overwhelming, every movement heightening the pleasure coursing through me. I convulsed uncontrollably, my hips involuntarily bucking against his finger.
Another moan escaped my lips as I instinctively grasped his neck, silently begging for more. My entire body was acutely aware of Artemy’s every touch. I felt desperate, on edge, my skin stretched taut and my body ablaze with desire.
“Oh God,” I panted, and Artemy let out a low chuckle at my reaction.
Dizziness swept over me, and my head fell back against the wall. It was too much. I couldn’t bear it.
As Artemy delved deeper within me, I succumbed to the intensity, experiencing my first orgasm. The room echoed with my screams as waves of pleasure crashed through me, the sheer force of it causing my vision to blur and black spots to dance before my eyes.
Artemy withdrew his hand, and I swayed, struggling to focus on him. But I couldn’t. I felt weightless, as if I were floating. All sounds faded into the background, and I became numb to my surroundings. Artemy brought his hand to his lips, sensually licking it clean.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured in that husky voice, which I was beginning to resent.
And then, everything went black as I lost consciousness.
[Artemy]
As I savored the taste of her essence on my fingertips, I observed her unsteady sway, unaware of the path she had just set foot on. Like a fragile kitten, she had unwittingly become mine. That powerful orgasm she had experienced marked a pivotal moment in her destiny.
“MINE,” echoed through my mind, consumed by an intense desire to possess her fully. I eagerly anticipated the moment when I would penetrate her tight, quivering depths, eliciting both pleasure and pain, as she screamed in ecstasy.
My arousal demanded immediate action. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I murmured, acknowledging her consent. Suddenly, her body gave way, tilting forward, and her eyes rolled back.
“Fuck!” I hissed, swiftly lunging forward to catch her, cradling her delicate form in my arms. Becca lay limp, her eyes closed, emanating an air of tranquility and contentment. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at her.
“She’s so beautiful,” a fleeting thought intruded, but I forcibly dismissed such foolish contemplations. Supporting her legs with one arm and her back with the other, I lifted her against my chest and carried her to the bed. Tenderly laying her down, I adjusted her bra and pulled the covers over her, shielding her vulnerability.
Seated on the edge of the bed, my eyes remained fixated on her. I couldn’t tear myself away from her presence. For an entire week, I struggled to keep my distance, fighting against my primal urges. It was the most challenging feat I had ever endured, longing to possess her.
Yet, I bided my time, allowing her to acclimate and carefully observing her, awaiting the opportune moment. When that week finally elapsed, I stood ready, waiting for her. Becca now understood my intentions. Despite her attempts to resist, her desires were unmistakable.
At the sound of her first moan, I knew the time had come. There was no turning back. I always obtained what I desired, and she was no exception. Nothing and no one could thwart me.
That initial orgasm was but a taste, claimed effortlessly with a flick of my thumb. It meant little in comparison to what lay ahead. As I studied her serene sleeping countenance, a smile crept onto my lips.
Oh, my kitten, when you awaken, I shall show you the true depths of pleasure.