His Privilege, Her Pleasure

Chapter 4 - Sacrifices

When I wake up in the morning, Kieran greets me with his already sweaty body hovering above me. He is in between my legs again; except he's dressed in workout clothes. Kieran looks like he got one hell of a workout, too, as the beads of sweat glisten on his arms and chest. He smiles wickedly at me as I wake up fully. Kieran takes his clothes off, and I grow more nervous than ever.

He notices this and smiles deeper, like he enjoys seeing me go crazy with anticipation. For the last few days, he has left me tied to this bed and with no food outside of scraps of bread. He has barely said more than two words to me this entire time. It's bad enough that he won't speak; I can't gauge his personality through silence. Everything he does is the polar opposite of a onetime criminal. I knew he was smart, but he's more deliberate than the average criminal. So, when he does things like hover over me, dripping sweat, it concerns and frightens me.

"Don't worry; I'm not going to fuck you...yet. I have to make you love me first," he says with lust.

"W-what, why...would you want me to... fall in love with you? I'm just a slave to you. You're forcing me to marry you, but I know you hate black people. What purpose does it serve to make me love you?" I ask anxiously.

"To make a slave love their master is the only way to ensure they'll never try to escape. In your case, I'm going to make you love me through a sort of Stockholm syndrome. Besides, if I have your heart, I can completely manipulate it and your head for my pleasure. I do this as a sort of side project. It's one of the many perks of trafficking women," he boasts.

Kieran is completely naked now and slides down the length of my body so that his mouth hovered over my sex. He pushes my legs as far apart as they can go before inserting two fingers. I can't help but moan and close my eyes from the sensation. This man was beyond skilled with his hands. He knew how to please my body with little effort, and I'd only known him a night.

I want to be free of this mind game he's playing, but he was right. This is only the beginning of a long journey that may end with my death. I ponder the past few hours and try to distract myself from what he's doing to me. Kieran notices my resistance and the effort I'm making not to moan aloud. Suddenly, he stops and looks at me, inquisitive.

"You know I can make this harder for you, don't you?" He grins widely.

"Screw you; I've had better oral. You must not have listened to what I told you, you won't break me," I say while avoiding his gaze.

A sudden look in his eyes told me his mood had changed. He still smiled, though the smile felt forced and wicked. He sat upon his knees and leaned over me, each of his hands on either of my hips. Kieran squeezes hard, and I wince from the sharp pain. He smirks down at me like a villain who's got the upper hand on their heroic foe.

The pain wasn't unbearable, but it hurt, nonetheless. He chuckles at my strained expression as he presses his thumbs into my abdomen—the pressure then became a new beast all its own. I yelp out and groan in pain. Kieran only laughs harder before he speaks in a cold, uncaring voice.

"Nothing puts a smile on my face more than causing your people pain. You are all nothing but slaves, but you're turning out to be my favorite. Most of the others I do this to can't help but scream and cry all day."

"I...I...it hurts. P-please stop this. I promise I'll be good." I ask him in pain and terrified.

"Oh, don't lose that fire on me now. I was just getting hard enough to fuck you. But the thought of you begging me to stop gets me just as hard." He smiles wickedly at me.

"Pease no, don't do that. You...you can't do that to me. I'll do anything else, just, please don't---" His firm grip on my jaw muffles my words.

I close my eyes and groan in terror and frustration.