Majesty of Obsession

5

ELIZABETH

In a span of quick ticking of time, I'm tied up at the end of his bed frame with a cloth I haven't noticed was attached. My hands were on both sides, as he was now sniffing me on my neck, one hand playing with my hair, and the other caressing my exposed thighs.

"Don't scream, unless it's your moans that I want to hear, or let death rise upon those who will hear you." He whispered threateningly in my ear, before nibbling my lobe as I shake and panic under his control.

I couldn't think straight that I started shaking myself off but it seems so that he was enjoying it rather than pitying me! He grabbed my head and forcefully started licking my ears like a dog. The soft and wet feeling gave me tingles, making me think less and less with every passing moment.

"No, no please don't do this!" I was dismissed by him as a soft grunt came out of my voice. He bit my lobe a bit hard after inserting a tongue. The way he passed his warmth on my body sent me into a hazy position. I admit it felt sensational that I'm witless enough to get scared as to when this gets far, I might be too weak to even stand for myself.

His free hand roamed slowly under my dress, on the very bare of my waist, crawling its way higher. It made me hold my breath when he ran past an incredibly slow but tight press of his tongue in my ears, the same with the warm press on my stomach with his fingertips. His licks became slower and longer when They went down from my ears, down to my jaw and neck, making sure he savors every inch of my skin. He gives me soft, wet teases as his weight weighs down on me. I know he's hard again.

"No, please enough! Help!"

"Your body says otherwise, my love." A low chuckle came from him when he started taking off his clothes which left him topless. I saw the build of his broad shoulders, towering over me with its manliness.

He inserts his tongue inside my mouth again while now striking for my breast. He started giving me massages, encircling his hands on my growing mountains and slowly grinding in between my legs. Every grind hits in my middle that it made me feel different, it made me feel I'm reaching a point.

His hands roamed in my bare as he started playing with my sensitive spots making my shaking body release a sound I didn't want to make. "No stop-" I managed to speak in between the hungry eating of his lips in mine. But it seemed that It just fueled up his aggression.

He pressed his thumb on both my nipples and I let out a gasp from the weird almost pleasurable feeling in that little act. It circled and played on my peaks while caressing my skin with his fingertips. It felt too much that I just bit my lip from the insides to restrain myself from further embarrassment, moaning.

"It's so soft.." From my lips, he crawled down on my neck and collarbone, down to the one side of my chest, and started licking my skin, giving soft bites as well. He pulled the strap of my camisole lower with one hand and in an instant my two erect breasts became exposed to his sight.

"Beautiful. And mine." His whispers were too husky, it intoxicated my ears. He started sucking one of mine like a hungry predator. His wet tongue played aggressively in my nipples and it became harder for him as he took this chance to lick and play it with his slick, naughty mouth. It shook me to the core when he pressed my nipples with his point finger and thumb. He circled and played with it repetitively, pinching with a little pulling too, that the sensation was too much, and my cries became louder that it was almost music to his ears.

He started lifting my bottoms and pulling me closer to his manhood and the hardness pressed against my thin undergarment rubbed a part of me. It was big, and it was twitching. Every move of his middle back and forth came a soft moan from his mouth.

"More... I want more of you." His mouth didn't stop its exploration in my breast but his hands came to my thighs and pressed it hard and played with it while moving his waist up and down on me.

I heard a clink on his belt and I realized he was taking off his bottom clothes. The tears I was holding came rushing down as I realize this night could be the night I will be taken. "Shh, shh, I'll take you slow. I'll make you feel good. Steady, my queen."

........................................................

Day or two since my birthday. Nothing further than claiming my innocence happened, or the least. I'm stuck in here, still.

I covered myself in this thick white coat while standing in this lonely bedroom of a white and gold building. Positioned near this massive-sized window while looking at the kingdom's lights. I still couldn't get my mind off of what happened that night. Recalling it made me tighten my grip more on my coat.

"Please no, don't impregnate me! I'm only young!" I squirmed at the side trying to escape the tight knot from the frame of the bed. I disregarded the pain from twisting my wrist– wishing, praying that I'll escape this hopeless situation.

He chuckled, entertained by the view. He's enjoying every struggle I give, every wiggle I make. The sweat on my forehead dripped down and blended with my rushing tears. Yet, this is how he enjoys himself. I look pathetic. 

"It's okay. Hush, I'm gonna support my child with you. I'm gonna make you both happy. And to many more children we can make." A low and evil laugh escaped his lips while my opened legs are getting poked by his crotch in between.

I noticed he was pulling his pants down and only a thin garment is left on him, covering his manhood. Yet he didn't stop there, he's pulling mine too! He was about to pull the only cloth that was keeping my lower region covered when I bawled out of fear.

"We're not married!" He stopped harassing me after I screamed without thinking about what I was saying. He was just on top of me as I cry helplessly, begging for my innocence to stay. "Please let me go. Let me go."

And he did. He went up to sit at the end of the bed, with his back as my only view of him. He didn't even look at me. He chuckled lowly to himself until he burst laughing provocatively; like the Maniac he is.

"What am I doing?" He whispered, far away from me. I need to escape from this mad man, help me.

He glanced my way and I thought he'll attack me again, so I pulled myself up to the bed near where I'm tied. He was touching my legs carefully as he looks at me, which surprised me at what was reflected in his eyes.

His eyes speak a madman's language. He looks like he currently cried but that look in his eyes, I know that look. He's looking at me as if he's desperate in life but had found hope.

"You're right. I should court you first, so we can get married." He went nearer, trying to get an answer from me.

Because of the fear I have, all I did was agree and nod my head hysterically. "You will not escape, right? Do you promise to be good?" his grip on my legs became firmer, indicating not to provoke him to this kind of fury once more.

I nodded my life out of my head. I'm too afraid to even be touched by him. I can't bear to be near him. But he flashed me a look, a smile of sincerity. The last disgusting view I would least like to see in this damned world of mine.

............

The sun is about to shine. But sleep hasn't visited my body. He decided to put me in a separate room so I'll have my privacy as he continues 'courting' me. I've been crying ever since I got here. I miss my uncle and my old life. I miss safety.

I can't live with a mentally deranged like him. I need to have a plan.