Forced Desires

Am I Okay?

Authors note- This chapter is very sexual, just a warning ;) Enjoy

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Alaric was staring at me, I couldn't speak. Why would he do this? He ended up walking out the room and shut the door. I was laying on a king sized bed with a red comforter and red pillow cases. There was a giant T.V on the wall above a dresser, it was old and carved to perfection. There was a window to my left in the middle of the wall, there was drapes covering it so I couldn't see what floor we were on. a closet door was next to it. To my right there was a giant mirror, I could see the bottom half of my body in it. There was a door to what I assumed a bathroom closest to me and the other to outside the room. 

Assuming this was his room it was so clean, Nothing on the surfaces, no clothes on the floor, nothing. I tried to pull again at the ropes holding my arms and legs to the bed. I tried to come up with an escape plan but I didn't have much of one. My only option was to throw myself out the window if I could.

Alaric came back into the room he had to push something back from coming the room. He shut the door behind him and walked over to me with a knife in his hands. He put the knife on the end table and started taking his belt off. I started crying and moved around trying the loosen the roped one more time. He unbuttoned his dark jeans and took his pants off.

He had black skin tight boxers on. His legs were full of muscle and covered in black hair. I couldn't help but look at the bulge on him. I looked away and started to cry. Is this what he wanted? Someone who was weak enough for him to have his way with? And then what kill me? Or dump me like a piece of trash?
He picked the knife back up and put it to my throat.
"If you scream or yell I will kill you. Understand?" His voice was nothing like before it was harsher, and mean.

I nodded my head as a tear fell out of my eye. He ripped the tape of my mouth. I kept my mouth shut and didn't make a noise except for some sobs. He lifted his leg and put himself in between mine.

He started to kiss my neck, I looked away and cried, his hands made their way up my shirt, he stopped right underneath my breast. He looked at me deeply, his eyes locked on mine.

"You have beautiful eyes." His voice was soft, almost comforting. I cried harder, I didn't want things to be this way. My head started to pound from crying so much. He took the knife in his hand and started to cut off my shirt. 

"No!... Stop!.... Please!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling. Alaric quickly got off of me and pulled the draw open to the night stand. He lifted out a roll of duct tape and taped my moth shut again. He proceeded to tear the rest of my shirt off until my bare chest was exposed. 

"Those are cute." He played with the black barbells going through my nipples. He went back in between my legs and started to suck on my breasts, I felt his hand go down my shorts. I screamed and cried at the same time. 

He took the knife to my shorts. I felt his thumb go over the scars on my thigh, he kissed them before throwing my torn shorts on the floor. He got up off the bed and took off his boxers. I didn't know how to feel when I saw him. Everything on him was perfectly toned, his body was slightly hairy and I've always like hairier men. His skin looked warm and smooth. The more I looked at him the more I wanted him. I knew this was going to hurt.

My head was spinning in different directions. I couldn't think of him this way, he's raping me. I looked up at his face and he was smirking. The same smirk he had in the restaurant. He shut the lights off and turned on a small blue nightlight he had in the wall next to me. All I could see was the light on his face and body. His head suddenly lowered in between my legs. His hands squeezed my ass and I could feel his warm tongue moving slowly up and down. 

I tried to close my legs but he didn't struggle to keep them open. No one has ever done this to me before, this situation was so wrong and I wanted him to stop but another part of me didn't. He bit my thigh and I moaned both in pain and pleasure. I was so confused, I was mad at myself for thinking the way that I was. He came back up to my face and ripped the tape off my moth. I didn't make a noise, I just breathed heavily. 

"Good girl." He said to me. He put his lips to mine and began to kiss me. I didn't move, once he noticed a hand hit my cheek. It was stinging and started to feel numb. He brought his lips to mine again and i kissed him back. WE kissed roughly for so long I forgot about the situation, I bit his lip and stretched it back. He pulled away and smiled at me. What did I just do?

His hand went down and I felt something touch me almost patting on me. He then thrusts inside me, it stung and felt hot, it felt like he ripped my skin apart. It hurt so bad but was the best feeling I ever had. He realized his pain towards me was a pleasure and began to bite and suck all over my body.  He slapped my face and my breasts, I didn't fight myself anymore I loved every minute of it. 

"Tell me you like it." i was startled by his speech. I didn't know what to do. He put his hands around my throat and started thrusting harder. "Tell me you like!" He yelled. An explosion of pleasure ran through my body, I felt the inside of legs get wet. "I like it!" I yelled back, and I didn't have to lie about it. 

He got off my and untied my legs and arms off the bed. He tied my wrists together and put me face down on the bed. I didn't try to fight him, I should have. I raised the bottom of my body up, he had one hand slapping my ass and the other playing inside me. He slapped me for what felt like hours. His other hand got wetter as time went on. 

He finally got back up on the bed and was inside me again, he began to thrust faster and harder than before. My ass was sore, everything hurt, but I loved it. He grabbed the back of my head my hair and shoved my face into the bed. I felt him leave and then something dripped on my back. 

I started sobbing, I was mad at him for doing this to me and I was mad at myself for wanting more. I cried uncontrollably as he got me up and took me into his bathroom. He started the hot water, it was the same temperature I always had it. I got in, there was no point in fighting anymore. He got in with me and put me against the shower wall. His hand grazed my cheek and he kissed me lightly. 

"I set up everything for you." He said softly. I looked around to see the same brand of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, everything. I was confused, how did he know what I used? It was in the same spot as I put them in my bathroom. 

"I knew you were the perfect girl for me since the night you chased after me in the silly car of yours." He was the one driving the van.