Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

S E V E N

"We can do this easy or hard, girl," he said lowly, hovering over her body ominously. "You choose." 

Caroline shook her head quickly and she whimpered, keeping her body as close to the headboard as possible. She was surprised that Laurent wasn't as rough with her like he'd usually be, but he was still going to hurt her one way or another.

Laurent ended up giving her two choices; his belt or his hand. She didn't want to answer the question, so when she refused the first time, he grabbed her neck tight and lifted her off of the pillows, forcing her to answer. She eventually did and she chose hands, even though Laurent highly disapproved. 

With a sigh he sat up straight, sliding down to the edge of the bed. "Come on." 

Caroline didn't move an inch, her eyes staying locked with his daringly. She didn't want to consent any part of what he was about to do to her. 

"You want me to move you, Caroline?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. 

"No. I-I'll come." 

"Then hurry up!" 

Caroline flinched at the sudden boom in his voice and she began to move, shifting until she was on her knees. Slowly, she scooted towards him, her eyes staying glued to the black duvet on the bed. She kept scooting until she reached the end of the bed and she stopped, her small hands shaking under her as she waited for him to grab her. 

"Good girl," he cooed, lifting his hand. He ran his thumb across her cheek softly before he lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her wide eyes looked so innocent and scared under the red light, and he wanted nothing more to be looking down at them while he put his dick between her pretty lips. 

"How many hits you want, princess?" He asked again, tilting his head. "Ten? Twenty?" 

"Hits? W-What are you -" 

"How many?" 

Caroline cowered as his voice grew more stern and she whined, a few tears falling from her eyes. He wasn't phased by it; the more vulnerable she was, the more aroused he got. "T-Ten." 

Laurent rolled his eyes at the low amount, and he huffed, dropping his hand from her face. Caroline watched as he removed a scrunchie from his wrist, tying up his twists. Without a warning, he grabbed her small body tight by her waist, earning a shrill scream from her as he flipped her over on her stomach. Caroline squirmed under him as he grabbed the waistband of her pants, attempting to pull them down her legs. 

"Please don't!" She cried, trying to push his hands away from her body. 

"If you do not stop moving, I will fuck you up. Be still." 

Reluctantly, Caroline slowed down her movements and she let him pull her leggings down until they were removed completely. Caroline covered her face as he massaged her legs and her ass, a bad feeling arising inside of her. She has never been more certain of anything before, but she knew he was going to take advantage of her after he did whatever it was he was going to do. Her legs were squeezed together tightly so that he couldn't get between them, but he managed to pry then open anyway. 

"You body so sexy," he said stepping between her legs. "You know that, Caroline?" 

Caroline didn't answer. She kept her face buried in the creasing between her bicep and forearm, letting her tears hit the duvet one by one. She felt Laurent's hands move down to thighs, then up until they were on her ass again and he gave it a rough squeeze before he went to her hips. He pulled her hips towards him until her back was arched, his eyes following the trail that lead to her innocence. Laurent's eyes admired the way her back sunk in, nearly touching the mattress as her butt poked out in the air. God, he wanted to ravage her bad, but now was the time for discipline.