Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

31. Hell

Reaching out with one hand, he slammed the door open and closed it as fast as you entered. His other hand held your face in place, keeping your lips close. Your lips were fighting over who was in charge. Qimir almost had to smile at the fact you were even trying. His lips were rough, aggressive, and thirsty for revenge, as you had to give in to him. He pressed you up against the door. With his hands running up the sides of your body, he could already feel your bare skin on his fingertips. He pressed himself toward you, as he let his lips dig into your neck, and in one bold movement, he removed your metal top, breaking the chain with his bare hands as it dropped to the floor.

You looked up at him shocked, but Qimir smirked as he kissed your lips again. Leaning in, he could feel your breast against his chest. Your hands were on their way to hiding them, when Qimir grabbed both your hands and lifted them above your head. You were helpless against his touch. He intertwined your fingers, as he leaned down to your neck. This time, he didn't just kiss your innocent skin but made sure he left marks. He could hear you already moan as his lips bit into your skin.

He looked up at you, from above your chest to your shoulders and neck, you were covered in traces of his love. This was true beauty, falling into the hands of another. Qimir straightened up and looked into your eyes. They had got darker than before. A sign that your time apart might have been as rough for you as it had been for him. It was one major difference. You left him. Stealing the Holocron? He could live with that, on some sinister level he had to admit he was impressed. Did you choose to save Yord? Predictable, your morals were still too high, but using the Holocrons against him? Leaving him? It deserved consequences.

"Get on your knees," Qimir's voice was cold.

"What?" You whispered, unsure if you heard him right.

Instead of using words, or anything, Qimir simply let go of you and stepped to the side. Moving over to the other side of the room, his body facing the middle of the room. You looked down at the wooden floor, even from here it looked cold. You looked back up at Qimir. Furthermore, you did hear right. He wanted you down on the floor. The idea rang in your head, as you tried to make sense of it. Slowly, you walked over, your hands covering your breasts as you went down on your knees, trying to hold yourself emotionally together.

"Take your hands down," Qimir ordered, but you didn't listen.

"I said hands down," He repeated, and finally you began to listen as you let your hands fall to the floor.

You were magnificent. Every corner, every curve, was a gift. It was just tragic that the Order couldn't see what he saw in you. You were too bright for the darkness, but you were way too dim for the order. You would never find a home unless you made a choice. Qimir was going to make that choice easier for you. It would take time, but after today, the journey would finally begin.But you had betrayed him, and he didn't take it lightly. You needed to understand, for your future, that was a behavior he couldn't tolerate. Actions meant consequences. 

He walked over to you and looked down at you. You were so small compared to him. It was almost hard to imagine the damage you had caused, but Qimir remembered. He never forgot, and soon you'd learn that too.

"You missed me?" He whispered, placing his hand on your chin.

He let his thumb brush your plum lips. They were powerful. Qimir let his thumb move between your lips, as he could feel the warmth of your mouth. Your tongue, desperate for a taste. You began to nod.

"Good girl," He said, looking at you with cold eyes.

A pleasing sound of his finger 'popping' out of your glorious lips, eager him. His hands went around his pants, as he undid them. Appearing in front of you was his great length. He knew you weren't ready. Your mind was still just like a little child, not knowing what to do with your body or even the possibilities it had. Now you have to grow up and take the consequences.

"Open your mouth," Qimir tilted his head.

Your eyes were scared as you slowly opened your mouth, but far too little.

"More," He demanded.

You tried to open your mouth more for him, unsure what he intended to do.

Qimir would've been gentle with you if you had been nicer, but you had been cruel, and it was only one way to answer to cruelty. This was just the beginning of a violent night.