Unholy Chapel

Chapter Seven; I Think i'll Lose My Mind in Hysteria [DARK/NSFW]

TW: Smut, violence, yelling, abusive/toxic relationships, cursing, Moaning, Stockholm Syndrome

It had been a few weeks since William and you had made the agreement, and he almost never let you out. You went out once for an hour to grab Macdonald's but the second you were inside the house again, you werent allowed to leave.

Now William dragged you everywhere he went like a doll, showing you off or hiding you away, and as you felt his heavy breathing against the back of your neck, pushed against the frosted and hammered glass. You felt your heart race as the prospect that he would hurt you or want you to do things to him or with him. You had never done anything with him before but he had whispered about it to you once when you had worn an outfit he picked out.

William's hot breath continued to surround your neck as his hands wrapped around your body, pinning you in place. He remained there for a few seconds, simply feeling you tremble as his hips ached to rest against your slightly bent figure. He let you go, causing you to lean completely on the window to keep your balance. William let you stand up and glare at him.

"People are going to notice that I've gone missing from church. They'll look for me." You spat at William who gave a chuckle.

"No they wont, sweetie because you've been trotting all over town with me, clearly they're going to notice that you just found a new guy to screw." He said with a cruel and sinister tone. It made your stomach drop.

"Im not screwing you. I work for you." You spat back, now facing him and holding your ground steady.

"Well I guess we could change that..." William tutted, thinking. "What if I asked you to get on your knees? Would you do it or would you run?" He walked to your side and you moved away from him, giving him the room to circle you and make you feel dizzy.

You watched him for so long that you became dizzy so you sat on the cold tile floor, rubbing your head. William took this chance and stood near your face, slightly crouched to peer down at you.

"A stunning little rabbit lost in the Den of the Wolf." He hummed out, British accent mixed with the soothing tonation and deep note made you feel comforted (?)

you were confused why your kidnapper would make you feel safe as your arms reached to hug his leg, resting your head on his middle thigh, face stoic and calm. He put a hand on your head and gently swayed, rocking you with him.

You looked up at him with large eyes, angry and yet longing for the comfort of someone. He didnt blush often, as noted by you and his kids but this made the poor man's face go red and electricity flow throughout his body as he jolted from arousal.

He pulled away from you and looked up at the clouded window to his office to look for people. when no one walked past for a few seconds he moved to sit in his desk, slightly slumped so that the front of his hips was facing somewhat upwards. He beckoned you over with long slender fingers and due to your contract you obliged.

In silence you stood near the brunette before he grabbed your hand and threw you harshly to the floor in front of him, your head knocking clean against the floor as pain ricochet throughout your body and joints. You cried out in pain and cradled your head and sit up on your side.

"What the hell, William?!" You yelled at him but he pulled you up on your knees with you positioned between his legs. Your head ended up on his thigh, cheek slightly squished as he looked down at you, hand on belt as he flicked the clasp to get the belt loosened or off.

"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to do something?" William hissed at you which startled you and had you reach your hands up to help him take off his belt and lower his pants. You saw white boxers and at this point you paused.

William groaned loudly when your hands worked, his head leaning back as he muttered praise and curses. He didnt imagine it would feel like this, no not at all. Your hot breath, inches away from him had his hand gripping the arm rests of the chair like he was being electrocuted. When he noted that you stopped he turned his head back down.

"Are you scared?" He asked you as you continued to stare at the odd shape within his boxers.

"No- no im not... I just wasnt sure if you wanted to stop." You faked a lie, genuinely scared of William. He laughed loudly and pulled himself out of his boxers, watching your breath catch and your eyes widen at him. Your eyes flicked up to his face where he was drunkenly and blissfully staring at you even though neither of you were drunk.

He nodded to you and your hands gently went around him, raising your head and opening your mouth over the tip, not sure what to do so you just breathed on it.

Your hot breath made William tense up and he grabbed your head and shoved you down on him, moaning loudly. You gagged loudly at the soft-ish flesh that was in your mouth and charging down your throat. Tears tore at your eyes as you tried letting him know it hurt it hurt it hurt!

William didnt listen, in fact he pushed you further under the desk when he heard the door rattling. You didnt want to get caught so you let yourself go limp and simply rest a bit to try and catch whatever breath you could with a cock in your mouth.

A parent walked in with an angry complaint that her pizza had too much pepperoni. You almost laughed at that karen type behavior, unconsciously clenching your throat and causing William to grit his teeth.

"And uh, how am I supposed to help with that ma'am? Take the pepperoni off of his pie myself? As you can see, im working out the taxes that this company pays, and working on what money we can donate to charity and the multinational intervention in Lebanon." William said calmly while you decided to torture him to maybe consider you not fucking him during work again. You began to move, licking at wherever you could and holding your nose to keep from gagging. You noticed how William's legs tensed up and his breathing grew shaky.

"I asked your bullshit employees to take me to the manager and you're working on donATIONS? Who runs this company?!" She shrieked, slamming her hands on the desk and leaning over at William's face, noticing the undone belt but nothing else, not a person under the desk, much less the lead cantor of the church she went to who she had been looking for. Her kids cried now in church, they never did when you were there.

William clasped his hands together and gently pushed the woman away "I own this establishment and I would kindly like to inform you that if your Pizza has too much pepperoni that you have hands! And forks! That you can use to take the pepperoni off!" William trilled sarcastically. The woman scoffed and left. Before she did though she looked back and said "Your clothes are unprofessional, unless you've been eating your belt should be tight around the waist. Thats what looks good on a man like you, sweetie" she gave him a non genuine smile and then left.

William pushed a button on his desk and you watched as a contraption pushed the door shut and clicked. William pulled you off of him and groaned at the sight of you gasping for air and lips drooling with your drool and precum. He twitched as he guided you back towards his hips, putting your head back where it was.

"Just... suck me off baby..." he paused as he moaned when you hollowed out your cheeks "Damn you're good- oh fuck-" William slapped a hand over his mouth. You never knew he was this vocal for someone who was so stern and dominant all the time. Now he was moaning like you had instigated the whole thing.

You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around the tip when you pulled away. William's hips started jerking up to meet you as you noticed his breathing get more erratic, his mouth falling open slightly.

A sudden force pulled at your hair as your head started moving incredibly fast as William chased his high. It got you a little aroused too as you spread your legs in the kneeling position and placed yourself against the floor.

William cried out as he came in your mouth, pulling out and continuing to guide strings of his cum all over your face and into your mouth, you mouth semi open just to catch your breath. Your hands had moved from his thighs to your own, resting there.

As William came down from his high, head tilted back he saw you leaning backwards a little bit, still overwhelmed with what had just happened. He found your tired looking face cute and pulled you out from under the desk, sitting you on his lap in a cradle-like position with your head resting near the crook of his arm. You felt tired and tried to keep your head up but as you nodded you allowed yourself to fall asleep in your kidnapper's arms.

(Word Count: 1608)