He followed her, his eyes never leaving hers, his movements deliberate and predatory. Aurora’s fear grew with every step, her mind racing for an escape that she knew wouldn’t come. As she reached the edge of the bed, he was right behind her, his breath hot on her neck.
He began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the metal loops seeming to fill the room. His eyes remained locked on hers, a thrill dancing in his eyes. Aurora’s stomach clenched, and she could feel the bile rising in her throat.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice a cold, sinister hiss. His free hand reached out and traced the line of her bare shoulder, sending a wave of fear through her.
Aurora flinched, the touch of his skin against hers feeling like a violation already. She could feel the leather of his belt as he continued to unbuckle it, the heavy thud as it hit the floor was a reminder of what was to come. She knew she had to act fast, to do something, anything, to regain control of the situation.
With a sudden burst of strength, she spun around, her hand shooting out to slap him. But he was quicker, catching her wrist in midair and twisting it painfully behind her back. He slammed her into the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath her. She gasped, her heart pounding in her chest.
“You think you can fight me?” he sneered, his eyes lighting with pleasure. “You’re just a little slut who’s been waiting for a real man to come along and claim what’s rightfully mine!”
With a sudden, brutal force, he yanked Aurora’s legs apart, pushing her onto the bed. His hand shot to her core, his finger probing and invading her pussy. She gasped in shock and pain, but his touch was met with an unwelcome wetness that seemed to fuel his arousal.
“Look at you,” he sneered, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Already wet for me, aren’t you? Such a young, eager little slut.”
Aurora’s face was filled with a mix of pain and anger, but she forced a smile, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that what you want to hear?” she taunted. “That I crave this? That I’ve been waiting for a man like you to come along and defile me?”
His eyes narrowed, his grip on her wrist tightening. “You’re a clever one, aren’t you?” he said, his voice a harsh whisper. “But your cleverness won’t save you from this. You’re going to beg for me, Aurora. You’re going to scream my name and love every second of it.”
He shoved her onto her back, his weight pressing down on her. The fabric of his trousers brushed against her bare thighs, and she felt his hardness, a blunt, terrifying presence between them. He leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above hers.
“You’re going to learn your place and I’ll teach you your place on this very bed, Aurora,” he murmured against her skin. “You’re going to learn to crave me, to need me, no matter how much you hate it. And when you do, when you finally break, it’ll be the sweetest victory of all.”
With a brutal force that matched his words, he pushed inside her, ignoring the tears that streamed down Aurora’s cheeks. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, fighting the scream that wanted to escape from her throat. Every inch of him penetrating her was a violation, a claim of ownership that she wanted to deny with every fiber of her being. But she knew better than to beg. The maid’s warning echoed in her mind, a reminder of the price of her resistance.
His movements were rough, almost punishing, as he claimed her over and over again. Each thrust sent pain through her body, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d broken her. Instead, she lay there, her eyes squeezed shut, her thoughts racing with desperation and a fierce, burning need to survive this.
Aurora felt the bed creak beneath their weight, the scent of leather and sweat filling the air. The fabric of his shirt was against her skin, and she could feel the heat of his breath against her neck. He whispered dark, depraved things in her ear, his voice a mix of pleasure and possession that made her want to scream. But she held it in, her nails digging into the palms of her hands to keep from clawing at him.
He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, and she couldn’t help the involuntary shiver that ran down her spine. The feel of his tongue against her flesh was a contrast to the brutality of his movements. It was as if he was trying to seduce h r, to make her crave his touch despite the pain. She gritted her teeth, willing herself to remain stoic, to not give him the satisfaction of her fear.
Above them, the four-poster bed swayed slightly with their movements, casting shadows on the velvet-covered ceiling. Aurora stared up at the shifting patterns, her eyes unfocused as she tried to find a way out of this nightmare. The smell of his cologne, musky and overpowering, filled her nose, and she had to fight the urge to gag. Each thrust was a reminder of her captivity, of the power he held over her.
Her breaths grew ragged, and she felt a scream building in her chest, desperate to escape. His hands roamed her body, his fingers digging into her flesh as if to claim her more thoroughly. The pain grew, a crescendo of agony that she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Please, stop!” she begged, her voice cracking. “You’re hurting me!”
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her ear. “Oh, I know I am, my pet. That’s the point, isn’t it?” He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. “But if you’re going to beg, do it properly. Scream it. Make me believe you can’t take it.”
Aurora’s body was filed with sensations, each thrust sending pain and humiliation through her. She could feel her resolve slipping, the need to escape from this horror consuming her. He reached down and pinched her nipples, twisting them cruelly. The pain was sudden and intense, and she couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped her lips.
“Beg for me, beg me to stop maybe I’ll consider that, Aurora. Tell me how much you want me to stop,” he urged, his voice a seductive whisper that made her skin crawl. His teeth sank into the soft skin of her shoulder, and she felt the warmth of his breath against her neck as he chuckled at her pain.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Aurora bit down on her bottom lip so hard she could taste the coppery tang of blood. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but fear and the maid’s warning held her in check. Instead, she panted, her chest heaving with the effort to keep her voice steady. “It hurts,” she whispered through clenched teeth.
He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking over her face, searching for a sign of genuine distress. Satisfied with what he saw, he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Keep going. Show me how much you want me to stop.”
Aurora’s body tensed, the pain unbearable. She could feel him filling her up, stretching her beyond what she thought was not possible. Her legs trembled, and she felt her muscles tighten around him, her body betraying her even as she willed it to remain still. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it in merciless circles, and she couldn’t hold back the scream that escaped from her throat.
“That’s it, Aurora,” he whispered, his voice a dark caress. “Beg me to stop. I want to hear you scream for mercy.”
Her body was on fire, each of his touches sending sparks of pain through her. He had found a rhythm, a sick symphony of pleasure and agony that made her want to both beg for more and push him away. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, trying to hold back the scream that built in her chest. But it was too much. The pressure was too intense, the pain too great.
“Stop!” Aurora gasped, her voice desperate and raw. “It hurts!, I~~i am begging please stop, it hurts so bad I can’t take it no more”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he chuckled, his grip on her tightening. His thrusts grew more punishing, his eyes never leaving hers. His fingers continued their torment, playing her body like a fiddle, pulling at her strings until she was nothing but a puppet dancing to his tune. The room spun around her, a wind of agony and degradation that she couldn’t escape.
Aurora felt the world start to fade, her vision narrowing to a pinprick. The pain was too much, the humiliation too overwhelming. She couldn’t do this anymore. With a final, desperate effort, she arched her back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her body went limp beneath him, and she let out a final, pitiful whimper before the darkness took her.
For a moment, he was confused, his movements slower. He leaned down, his hand coming up to slap her face, but her body remained unresponsive. He grinned, a twisted victory playing across his features. “So, you’ve finally learned your lesson,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.