Heart Vacancy

Chapter 5

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WARNING! THIS IS ONE OF THE GRAPHIC PARTS IN THE BOOK! I ASK YOU TO NOT JUDGE MY WRITING. IF YOU FIND THIS OFFENSE THEN DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER!

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Cynthia chuckled at the thought of getting a punishment. What is he going to do? Beat her to death? Throw her away in a dungeon? She can handle it. And so she struck one of her careless looks at Damien.

Damien, his name definitely suited him well. It sounded like a name that she could listen to all day. Forcefully Damien grabbed her by the arm, leaving everyone else at the dinner table. Up the stairs, six rooms down the hallway was a black door. Ever other door was white except for this door.

"What's in here?"Cynthia asked looking up at Damien.

"My room." He answered, still pulling her along forcefully. For some reason the closer that they got to the door the more she was becoming nervous. Not knowing why, she continued to follow him. Damien flung the door open and with one move he pushed Cynthia up against the wall, his body pressed against hers. He was to quick for her to give a response to his action. More so shocked then anything else. Brown eyes widen in fear, Damien was begging to enjoy her fear of him.

"Your disobedience need to be taught. Never have I met anyone with such low tolerance of the rules." Damien said, his ice eyes scanning her neck.

Although Cynthia was frightened by his sudden actions, she refused to let it show and decided to turn the tables.

"I'm flattered Princy. But I'm known for breaking rules, I don't find much use of them." Cynthia said trying her best to fight the lustful feeling that was crawling inside her by Damien's closeness. Damien's finger ran down her chest and between her breast. Cynthia swallowed hard and was begging to feel violated. Without even looking and focused on her chest, Damien knew she was uncomfortable.

"Well were going to have to fix that." Damien said stopping what he was doing. A hand tangled in her hair throwing her to the ground. Pain shot her side by the hard ground. Damien came over to her, and Cynthia watched as his feet came into view. Oh Lord.

Damien knelt beside her and grabbed her chin.

"If you don't do as I say you'll have a far worse punishment then what your about to receive. Is that understood?" He said. Cynthia looked away from him. What had she got herself into now?

Tangling his hand in her hair roughly, he quickly pulled her head up.

"Understood?" Damien growled.

She quickly nodded, to afraid to speak. Not once in her life has she felt this way about anyone. With his big hands he brought her up onto her knees. Cynthia did not dare move as Damien went behind her, expecting the worse to come. A heavy body covered hers, thick and strong, holding her still. One hand tucked around her hip, and between her thighs. The other undid the ribbon making her dress fall. Luckily she had on her bra and underwear. Damien's face came close to her ear. He breathed in her sweet scent and couldn't resist his sly smile by her obedience.

"Now what I want you to do is repeat the rule I tell you out loud 3 times. Understood?" He said soothingly in her ear. She gave a weak nod in return. Suddenly his hand slid underneath her panties, now having full access to her hairless cunt. Arousal shot through her body, and as much as she hated to say it she liked where his hand was.

"Never speak unless given permission from the prince." He said, skipping her entrance. Just rubbing around the flesh. Cynthia whimpered trying her best to find her voice.

"Say it out loud." Damien demand softly, rubbing her cunt a little faster still missing her entrance. Shocking wetness began to build up against his hand and she gasped when his hand tightened on her cunt.

"Never... Speak unless given permission from the prince." She said struggling. His big hand suddenly spread a bit, her cunt tightening against her sensitive flesh. She cried out when thick fingers ran over her wet folds. Damien new exactly what he was doing and it felt amazing to Cynthia yet torturing.

"Two more times." Damien encouraged, smiling at Cynthia's struggle for him.

" Never speak unless given permission from the prince." She said, this time more louder. One more time, just one more and then she can be free from his grasp. His thick fingers kept rubbing making it so hard for her to speak.

"Never speak...unless...given permission...FROM YOU" She said. Cynthia cried out when his fingers thrust into her tight heat. Her back arched, her ass pressing back against him. Pulling his finger from her, he moved off her body. Cynthia immediately collapsed onto the ground.

"Grab your things and get out. Your punishment is over." Damien said having his back facing her. She looked up and quickly rushed to her feet while grabbing her dress. Cynthia scurried off out of his room and slammed the door behind her.