Serpentine Desires

The prey

I couldn't.

I couldn't take him.

Even if the room was dark and the weather outside didn't do any good, I was still frightened by its size. Not only was his manhood was very long, but it was also thicker than I believed possible.

I regretted taking a stroll or ever talking back. Sex with him was not sweet and rosy. It was rough and scary. He could manhandle me easily, choking me and then forcing me into whatever position he wanted. And it terrified me.

I should've asked for the belt whips instead of this. What was I even thinking? The more he penetrated my behind with his fingers. Two fingers and I was already begging for him to stop, I didn't think I could take his manhood in. It would break me, ruin me, and tear me.

My wrists burned with the force he had them pinned above my head, and my back arched as he peppered my back and neck with deep kisses. It wasn't love. It wasn't hunger. It was something entirely different. Something I couldn't understand. There was no teasing as he used to do initially, no mocking, no sarcasm.

This wasn't a battle I could win. It wasn't a fight I had prepared for.

"Relax your ass, little bird. You're awfully tight." Of course, I would be, you emotionless bastard.

I didn't know how to relax and it pained me. And when I couldn't take the intrusion well, I moaned in pain and immediately felt him stiffen behind me before he nibbled on my ear.

"Are you backing on your words, ptichka?"

I shook my head. He'd use the belt if I refused. And that pain would remain with me for longer. I thought I could take him. I didn't know what was worse, the pain he inflicted on me or the pleasure he ripped through me.

"Do... it."

"I decline."

I stared at him in disbelief. My vision blurred by the sting of tears as his hand moved deliberately to coil the belt around his fist again. The sound of the leather sent a shiver down my spine.

I lifted my scared eyes at him. "You... don't use that, please," I begged.

He tilted his head. "Why shouldn't I?" his sharp gaze left me puzzled like a predator cornering its prey.

I swallowed hard. "That... hurts."

Before I could react, he grabbed my chin roughly and forced me to look up at him. His fingers bit into my skin as he tilted my face toward his.

"And my cock in your virgin ass won't?"

"You're... cruel," I choked out. What the hell was wrong with him? Wasn't he the one who practically want to use my ass? Now he was pretending as if my pain bothered him.

His scowl deepened as he shoved me back against the bed and pinned me there with the full weight of his body. "Says the woman who keeps testing my patience now and then," he growled, his hand moving to hold both my wrists above my head in an iron grip.

"But you leave me no choice—" I tried to protest, squirming in his hold, but his other hand grabbed my waist, pulling me tighter against him, leaving no space between us.

"You're talking back, ptichka."

"I am not. I'm just—"

"That's the fourth time," he snarled, spinning me around and bending me slightly forward, his hand pressing firmly on my back to keep me in place. "Tell me how many whips you deserve."

My breath hitched as he leaned over me.

"Why can't you treat me like a human?" I broke.

"Why can't you?" he leaned. When I didn't say anything, he cupped my breasts. "Don't think for a second you're getting out of this unpunished. I am thinking of a better way of stripping the disobedience out of you. From now on, I won't keep my hands off you no matter how much you beg. You'll warm my bed at night, take my cock when I tell you to, in whatever hole I decide. If you say I don't treat you like a human, then you won't be treated as one. You'll be my fuckdoll, and being a generous man, I am giving you time to prepare your body for the taking."

I trembled and he continued in a deep voice. "You won't wear any underwear when I'm around, I want you in lace, and whatever dress I say. You'll have your meals with me at the table and after that, you'll suck me off and thank me for giving you food."

What? He couldn't be serious.

"Wh-" He grabbed my throat.

"You'll bathe with me. You want something, you'll ask me, of course at a price."

He leaned in closer. "You'll sleep in my bed, always within my reach. If you dare to defy me, ptichka, I'll make sure you regret it in ways you've never imagined. And don't think for a second you'll get even a moment of privacy. Your body belongs to me—every fucking inch. You'll dress for me, eat for me and live for me."

He paused, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watched my reaction. "And when I tell you to kneel, you'll drop to your knees without hesitation. When I tell you to spread those pretty thighs, you'll do it without question. Do you understand?"

I swallowed hard, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze. He was out of his mind. Madman. Insane to the point he was not even listening to what he was saying.

"And don't think you'll escape my attention when you're not in front of me. I'll have eyes on you, everywhere you go, everything you do. You wanted me to treat you like a captive, I'll grant your wish."

He tilted my chin up, his grip firm but not painful, his gaze cold. "You wanted to talk back, to test me, ptichka? Now you'll learn what it means to be mine. Completely."

I clenched my jaw, my fists trembling at my sides. "You can't just treat me like some... possession!" I spat despite the fear curling in my stomach. "I'm not your toy, and I won't—"

Before I could finish, a sharp, stinging smack landed on my ass, the sound echoing in the room. I gasped, startled, my words choking in my throat as the sting radiated through me as I snapped my head at him.

"Talk back again," he warned, his voice low and deadly as he towered over me, "and the next one will be harder."

I bit my lip crumbling under his piercing gaze. The disobedience was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but the sharp reminder of his control left me silent, my breath hitching as I tried to steady myself.

"You were saying?" he taunted, his hand lingering on my hip. "Go ahead. Finish your little rebellion. I'm listening."

But I couldn't. My voice was gone, replaced by the steady thrum of my heartbeat.

Bastard.

My cheeks burned with anger and humiliation as I felt his slap stinging. I clenched my fists, biting back the string of curses threatening to spill from my lips. My pride felt as raw as my skin.

I tried to pull away, my body trembling as I instinctively started to crawl back, desperate to put some distance between us. "Let me go," I hissed though my hands trembled as they pressed against the bed. "I hate you!"

But before I could get far, his grip tightened around my wrist, and in one swift motion, he scooped me up into his arms. The suddenness of it knocked the breath from my lungs.

"Where do you think you're going, ptichka?" he drawled as he held me effortlessly against his broad muscular chest. His arms were like steel as I squirmed against him.

"Put me down!" I snapped, my face burning hotter with embarrassment as my struggles only seemed to amuse him further.

His smirk deepened as his eyes darkened gazing down at me. "You're not going anywhere,"

I glared at him, my anger boiling over, but the humiliating heat coursing through me made it impossible to meet his gaze for long. His grip didn't falter, his hold as steady as his firmness, and I hated how easily he overpowered me, how effortlessly he turned my defiance into a game.

"Keep squirming, sweetheart," he said with a low chuckle. "It only makes me want to keep you closer."

I clenched my jaw. Fuck him. Fuck this infuriating man and his tactics.

*****

My man changed.