She was a trapped little bird. She'd flown from her cage and into his waiting hands, never knowing the folly of her flight. She knew now, in chains and attire that he deemed fit. She was afraid, aching, and exposed, but she would have been grateful for the former two if only she could be spared the latter. There was no way she could escape from her holding room. Even if the door was unlocked, she'd never reach it with the handcuffs and short length of chain that held her. Neither could she find warmth and comfort of any sort in the sheer black material that did nothing to cover her, but nonetheless was drapped over her form. It was too dark for her to make out the room clearly, but she swore that the shadows were moving.
He entered the room too quickly for her to hear, no outside light entering the dark space. He slipped behind her, painfull grasping her breast and causing her to gasp.
"You deserve this." He said to her in his low, dark voice.
"I didn't do anything." She said softly. His hands were caressing her none too gently. She tried to struggle, to escape, but her resistance was not appreciated. He grabbed the chain that cuffed her and yanked her to her feet, pinning her too the wall. His body was against hers. She was uneasy and uncomfortable, but still thankful that he was not uncovered.
"But you have." He said to her. "You have done something."
He kissed her neck and she whimpered, wishing he would stop. How such a fiend could plant such soft kisses on her skin she could not fathom. She would not untense her body, though. She was too afraid to let herself believe a slight softness. She kept herself tightly coiled as his lips trailed down her chest and to the tops of her breast. Finding her voice and forcing herself to speak, she told him what she knew to be a truth. "I haven't done anything wrong."
"No." He murmered. "You are an innocent."
"Then why do this! I don't want this!" She cried frustratedly.
He pressed to her once more, cupping her face and forcing her to look into his eyes. She saw burning there. She wondered if it was hate or malice, this intensity, but she knew she deserved neither.
"You are here, so you are mine." He growled out. His lips took hers, devoured them, invaided them. His hand went down her body, over her thighs. She whimpered, she trembled, she tried to shrink away from him, but was trapped by the wall. His tongue touched her ear and she shivered, not with fear, but with pleasure. He plnged his fingers painfully into her at that moment, touching her in private ways that made her want to dissapear into the dark room.
Tears slid down her cheeks, but he licked them away. She felt horridly invaided but, try as she might, she could not deny that she also felt pleasure. She hated it, but she didn't entirely hate it.
The touch and press of his body left, and for one glorius moment she had hoped he'd let her go. Instead, he tugged on her chain and flung her onto a bed. Something, and she had no idea what it was or even if it was real, seemed to hold her arms down and her legs apart. She squirmed and fought to the best of her ability, but it was useless.
He took her lips fiercely, trailing a burning hot path down her skin with his tongue. He touched and sucked her nipples, giving a pleasure that was unwillingly recieved. He alternated between fierce and forceful to soft and slightly sweet.
She wasn't certain what to trust. No pleasure went long without accompinying pain. As proff, one of his hands went down to the center of her heat. One finger was painfully pressing at her, another slowly sliding into her fires. Tears were overcoming her. Not from pleasure or pain, but the intense desire not to have either feeling. His touch dissapeared from the upper part of her body, reappearing to taste the liquid heat he'd coaxed out of her. She cried out, but the sound was fearful. She couldn't stand the thought of him closer inside her. She tried to hold herself tightly together.
Again the softness came. Kissing and sucking to her thighs, stomache, chest, all the way up to her ear. His hand rested caressingly on her hips and sides and he kissed her ear, licked it. "Surrender, little bird."
She had to fight the lull of his voice, made suddenly lighter than she wanted to hear.
"No." Was her only protest.
More caressing and kissing before he repeated. "Surrender to me."
He was lowering himself before she made a reply. When he touched her heated center this time, she shuddered, pouring more of herself onto his tongue. It, too, became a torture, though. The taster was insatiable for the sweetness on which he feasted. Small moans escaped from her. She moved closer and further, never quite commiting to a movement. She became sorely sensative, begging nearly for him to stop. She had no idea how long the slow torture had lasted. DEspite her drinking her up, she still felt embarrassingly soaked.
He embraced her tightly for a few moments, his body fully against hers. Slowly and pleasurably, he sunk himself deep into her. It was a pure moment. She barely heard him whisper, "My little bird... Mine..."
It was soon tainted, though. He pulled out of her, flipped her onto her hands and knees and slammed into her. She cried out in pain. He pulled the chain, pulling her partially up right as he forced himself deeper and harder into her. Despite knowing the room was empty, being on display to the non-existant eyes of the room embarrassed her. She wanted to cover herself, but he had her hands captured. He stroked the exposed parts of her, touching her breast and chest as if stroking the inside of her shameful feelings.
She closed her eyes tightly, something he couldn't have seen, but as soon as she did a painful bite landed on the tender flesh of her neck.
"No!" He growled. The room was lighter than it had been, allowing her to see a mirror across from them. "Look at it. Look at us!"
She didn't want to see this dar domination of herself, but everytime she closed her eyes the bite came down harder. When finally she couldn't take anymore, a sound escaped them silmultaneously. Her body quivered with her release and for one unawful minute his arms around her felt caring. She relaxed against him, a tear falling from fear of the moments end, unnoticed by both.
He released her painfully, practically throwing her aside. He went toward the door and she asked only, "Why?"
His response was short and came only just before he closed the door, leaving the room. "You took my attention, my bird."
