His Forbidden Craving (Dark Romance Dad's Best Friend)

Chapter 11

Estora

April, 17 2020
Age:18

Sitting there, feeling the numbing cream on my skin, a wave of anger surged through me. How dare he? How dare he think that this kind of punishment was justified, that he had the right to inflict this on me? My mind was a storm of resentment and confusion. I was furious about being kidnapped, about being taken from my life, and now, the indignity of being spanked—it was too much.
My cheeks burned with anger and frustration, my fists clenched as I tried to process everything that had happened. But beneath the rage, there was an uncomfortable truth that I couldn’t ignore. The physical sensations from the punishment had stirred something deep inside me. Despite the anger, the way he had touched me, the way he had handled me, had awakened feelings I hadn’t expected.
It was confusing. The punishment was meant to be a lesson, but it also triggered an emotional response that I wasn’t prepared for. I hated him for what he did, but my body had reacted in ways that I found deeply unsettling. It made me question my own feelings, my own reactions.
As I sat there, trying to calm my racing thoughts, I realized that the punishment had left me conflicted. My anger was real, but so were the unexpected sensations. It felt like a betrayal to myself, struggling to reconcile my emotions and my physical responses.
I wanted to be angry and to stay true to that anger, to keep fighting against the situation I found myself in. But part of me couldn’t deny the complexity of what I was feeling. The mixed emotions left me feeling vulnerable, unsure of how to handle the aftermath of this experience.
In this moment of turmoil, all I wanted was to make sense of my feelings and to regain some control over my life and my emotions.
As I sat there, grappling with the storm of emotions and sensations, a troubling thought began to take shape in my mind. “Was I into pain?” The question echoed in my thoughts, refusing to be ignored. It felt like a betrayal of everything I believed about myself and my desires.
The punishment had stirred a confusing mix of feelings. Despite the anger and humiliation, the physical sensations had elicited a response from me that I hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t just about the anger or the frustration; there was an undeniable, almost unsettling reaction that my body had experienced.
I hated that the situation had made me question my own feelings. I tried to push away the thoughts, telling myself that I was simply reacting to the trauma and stress of the situation. But the reality was that I couldn’t ignore how my body had responded. The line between pain and pleasure seemed to blur, and it left me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself.
My mind raced through memories of the punishment, replaying the sensations and the emotions. I tried to separate the physical reactions from the context of the punishment, to understand whether my feelings were a result of the circumstances or something deeper within me.
In this moment of self-examination, I felt a deep sense of confusion and vulnerability. I didn’t know if my reactions were a reflection of some hidden part of myself or simply a response to an extreme and unsettling situation. All I knew was that I needed time to process these feelings, to understand what they meant, and to figure out how to move forward from this tangled web of emotions.As I sat there, struggling to process everything that had happened, another thought began to intrude upon my mind: “Was I into Zero instead?” The question felt almost as unsettling as the previous one. My thoughts turned to him—his touch, the way he made me feel vulnerable and exposed, yet somehow undeniably affected.
The way he had handled me during the punishment, though deeply troubling, had stirred a complex blend of emotions. It wasn't just the physical sensations; it was the way he made me feel, the intensity of his presence. Despite the anger and hurt, there was something about his touch that had made me feel incredibly needy.
The thought of him—how he had manipulated the situation to keep me close, how he had asserted his control—had created a confusing mix of dependency and desire. I found myself reflecting on the moments when his touch had felt both punishing and intimate, blurring the lines between control and affection.
His presence had stirred feelings I wasn’t prepared for. I felt needy in a way that was foreign to me, questioning whether this was a genuine attraction or simply a byproduct of the power dynamics and isolation. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how his actions had affected me on a deeper level, making me question my own responses and desires.
I was torn between anger at the situation and the unexpected emotions Zero had stirred within me. It left me feeling confused and vulnerable, struggling to differentiate between genuine feelings and the complex aftermath of the trauma. I needed time to untangle these emotions, to understand if my feelings for Zero were a result of genuine attraction or merely a product of the intense circumstances we were in. I sat there, lost in my thoughts and trying to make sense of my feelings, I heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching. My heart skipped a beat as Zero walked back into the bedroom, his expression a mix of concern and determination. The sight of him stirred a new wave of emotions within me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Without saying a word, Zero walked over to where I was sitting, his gaze steady and intense. He reached for the ropes he had used before, a look of resolve in his eyes. “Helena,” he said softly, his voice carrying a tone that made me feel both apprehensive and oddly comforted. “We need to ensure you understand why you can’t just leave. I need you to stay here, safe.”
He carefully but firmly began tying the ropes around my wrists and ankles, securing them to the bedposts. Each movement was deliberate, and I could feel the tension in the room as he worked. Despite the distress and discomfort, I noticed the careful attention he paid to making sure the bindings weren’t too tight, showing a level of concern for my well-being amidst his actions.
As he finished, he looked at me, his expression softening slightly. “I know this isn’t what you want, but I need you to understand the gravity of the situation,” he said quietly. “I’m doing this to keep you safe, to make sure you don’t hurt yourself by trying to escape. I care about you more than you can imagine.”
The ropes were secure, but they were not cutting into my skin. I felt a mixture of anger and resignation, my emotions still tangled from earlier. As Zero stepped back, his eyes met mine with an intensity that spoke volumes about his conflicting feelings—both protective and controlling.
He then sat down beside me, his presence a stark contrast to the tension in the room. “We need to talk,” he said gently. “We need to find a way to understand each other better and to work through this, but I need you to stay here and listen.”
As he waited for me to respond, I felt the weight of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders. The complexities of my feelings and his actions seemed to intertwine, leaving me with a lot to process and a future that felt uncertain.
As Zero smirked and leaned in to kiss me, his lips brushed softly against mine. The tenderness of the kiss contrasted sharply with the intensity of the situation, and I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Despite the anger and resentment I felt towards him, the kiss stirred something deep inside me. I didn’t reciprocate, though, my frustration and hurt kept me from responding.
He pulled away, his gaze lingering on me with a mix of affection and possessiveness. “I’m in love with you,” he said, his voice soft but earnest. “But baby, I don’t want to keep you tied up forever. Even though you look amazing like this.”
The words hung in the air, their weight almost palpable. His admission was both a declaration of his feelings and a reflection of the complicated dynamics between us. The fact that he could still find me attractive and desirable despite the situation only added to the turmoil inside me. His conflicting emotions were evident, as was his struggle to balance his desire for control with his feelings for me.
I remained silent, my mind racing. The mixture of anger, confusion, and a hesitant longing made it difficult to process his words fully. I felt trapped between my resentment and the undeniable pull of his affection. The situation was complicated, and I was left grappling with how to navigate the complex emotions swirling within me.
Zero’s expression softened as he continued, “I want us to find a way to move forward, to understand each other better. I know this isn’t ideal, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. But I need you to stay with me for now, to work through this together.”
His words were a promise of sorts, a desire to find a resolution, but they also left me with more questions than answers. As he sat beside me, his gaze still intense, I was left to confront the tangled web of feelings and decisions that lay ahead.
Zero's gaze remained intense as he spoke, his voice carrying a mix of fervent desire and deep emotion. “I want to show you all the things I can do for you,” he said, his tone softening with each word. “I want to make love to you, bathe you, get you flowers, buy you a ring and make you my wife. And if you want, I’d even kill anyone who threatens you.”
His words were a striking contrast to the situation, blending promises of devotion with a dark, possessive edge. The intensity of his declarations was almost overwhelming, creating a dizzying mix of emotions within me. I could sense the depth of his feelings, but the way he expressed them made the situation even more complicated.
The promise of love and care was intertwined with a sense of danger and control, leaving me to question how genuine his intentions were and how I felt about his overwhelming devotion. His words painted a picture of a future filled with both affection and extreme measures of protection, making it clear that his love came with conditions and a certain darkness.
I remained silent, the conflict within me palpable. The notion of being loved and cared for in such an intense manner was both alluring and frightening. As Zero looked at me, waiting for a response, I felt the weight of his promises and the complexity of our situation pressing down on me.