The Need to be Owned

Chapter Eleven: The Birth of a Monster

MAI's POV-:

"So...." I prompted him as we sat in the bathtub. My back rested on his chest, and his arms, coiled perfectly around my waist.
"So?" He asked, perplexed, making me roll my eyes. I turned around to face him and spoke.
"Weren't you gonna tell me something?"
"Me? I don't really remember say...." I interrupted him before he could finish.
"Taehyung. Stop avoiding it. I need you to be honest with me."
He was definitely confounded, not used to me being in command.
With a deep sigh of surrender, he spoke again.

"What do you wanna know Angel?"
"Everything."
"Fine." He sighed.
"I was born in a rich business family. My dad was involved in the import and export of many products from various companies. He'd earned Quite a name for himself, as a reliable and skilled businessman."
He stopped and in a restful tone, continued.
"But, he was a basted at home." He gritted his teeth.
"What about your mother?" I asked, gently removing the stand of hair covering his eye. He chuckled.

"What about her?
She shot herself with his pistol when I was four. She was probably sick of him. I dont blame her." He said bitterly.
"When I was ten, my father moved to Italy for a year, to establish his business there. So he left me in the hands of a maid, Mrs Goldberg. She was young, twenty six or something. Her husband was a child psychologist. Since I was a quiet, 'loner' kinda kid, my father thought it would help if I saw Mr Goldberg.
But when he left for Italy, things got really fucked up."

He shut his eyes, as though feeling the pain that had hurt him years ago.
"What did they do to you?" I asked with trying to hold onto my fury.
He chuckled mordaciously.
"Max fucked me. And Emma, like a faithful wife, just watched, never stopping him or reporting him. They threatened to kill me if I said a word to anyone, and frankly I knew my father didn't really care about me, he probably had plenty bastard sons with his many mistresses to serve as his heir. So I stayed quiet."
I gasped in horror as tears unconsciously clouded my eyes.
"He wa-was your f-first?" I mumbled.
"Yeah." He replied with disgust. I didn't even realise when tears started pouring down my eyes.
"Shhh. Don't cry Angel." He cooed, wiping my tears, tears of Anger.

I was raging with anger, so much that I would kill those fuckers if they were in front of me right now.
"I'm going to kill them Tae." I growled
He smirked and kissed my forehead.
"I already did Angel." I froze for a second then looked at him, wanting an explanation.
"They might have left my life when I was eleven, but I planned everyday since then on ways of giving them the most excruciatingly painful deaths.
When I was eighteen, I found them, tortured them like they did me, and killed them."

"And your father?"
He smiled like an excited child.
"I saved the best for last of course. I stabbed him, several times. I loved the way he screamed. It was beautiful." He said sinisterly, as though playing the voice on repeat in his head.
"Finally, I ripped his heart out." My blood curdled at his words, but for some reason I didn't feel an sympathy for his father. Nor did I feel that he did something wrong.
"Tae?"
"Hmmm?"
"When did the whole thing with the corpses start?"
He looked me in the eye, and spoke.
"After I killed Emma. She was the first corpse........the first I ever used." He confessed honestly.

I nodded. I was glad he opened up to me. Relieved really. But what's strange is that, here's a man who's told me his deepest darkest sins, which are quite deplorable, but, they only make me feel closer to him.
I have never felt so close to anyone. We shared the pain, the scars, the tears, and definitely a fucked up aftermath of our traumatising experiences.
I never want to be separated from this man. I had someone who finally got me, understood and accepted me, and I feel he's still holding onto me as he sees the same in me.

But I am still worried. Worried that stupid Mavis will ruin it all. What if he hates her? What if she really pisses him off? I can't stand the thought of not having him in my life. I need him.
I want him. I want to belong to him. Be owned by him, for only he knows who i truly am, and only he can deal with my insanity like I can with his.
We need each other.
"What are you thinking Angel?"
"Nothing." I said leaning in for a kiss. Our lips collided as though they'd been separated for too long.
His tongue entered my mouth, exploring every inch of it.

"I want you. NOW." I whispered, desperate for his touch.
"Tell me what you need Angel?"
"You. Deep inside me."
He smirked.
"As you wish my little minx."
Without wasting a second, he turned my body and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Take what you want Angel."
I could feel myself getting wet, soaking wet, and not because we were in the bathtub. I grabbed his cock and slowly shoved it into my pussy.

"Fuck.... Mai...your so warm and wet for me."
I moaned in response, as he was now completely inside me.
"Ta-Tae....fuck.....harder...." I begged, craving more friction.
He grabbed my waist firmly and thrusted so fast, that water splashed out violently from the tub.
"Fuck Angel.....I love your greed little cunt. Always hungry for more." Taehyung talked dirty making me clench harder.
"I'm gonna cum!" I shrieked as he kept hitting my g-spot.
"Don't! Hold it!" He commanded make me whine.
"Christ! Mai.....fuck...!" He grunted, riding out his climax.

His warm cum filled me up so well, it made me shiver. I came right after, making us moan in bliss. We locked our lips, savouring each other.
Breaking the kiss, we stayed in the same position. I didn't move from his lap, and nor did he pull out of me. I could slowly feel my wall loosen its tight hold on his cock as we caught our breath and relaxed.
I stayed in his arm, and rest my head on his chest. I loved this. The intimacy we had. I looked up at him and said.
"Thank you for opening up to me Tae. I know it wasn't easy, but I'm here now. I'll always be there for you. I will always be yours." I swore
"And I will always be yours Angel Mine."