Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

SERAFINA

I’m in the middle of a dream. I’m walking along a clear path in some random forest. Big, green trees like a canopy over my head, blocking the sunlight. The air, wet and sometimes hard to breathe in. I keep wanting to look over my shoulder but I’m afraid to do so.

Then it hits me. A gut punch kind of feeling. A voice in my head giving a clear warning.

You. Are. Going. To. Vomit.

It’s at that moment my dreamworld mixes with reality. I feel my stomach make an awful, embarrassing gurgling sound. My throat feels like it’s burning and then my body does that squeezing motion.

I’m so desperate to wake up. I want to believe I’m in my bed. I’m screaming that I need to wake up. I need to open my eyes. I need…

A groan escapes my mouth. Hands touch me. Lift me.

“Get it out of your system, claimed one ,” a deep, evil voice whispers to me.

Oh… fuck… I’m in the arms of Tyrant.

To spare the messy details, I vomit, pull myself to my feet, and stand at a bathroom sink that isn’t mine. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I look haggard. I look like a girl who partied all night, got blackout drunk, and is now away in some guy’s bathroom not knowing if she should get tested for diseases or swallow a Plan B pill just in case.

This isn’t like me. This isn’t what I do. And I didn’t even drink…

I turn on the cold water and splash my face.

Last night.

The Xanny.

Then the mixed drink.

Even still, it shouldn’t have hit me that hard.

Hit.

Oh, that’s right.

There was… Des…?

He said…

“You need some coffee,” a voice says next to me.

I scream and launch myself off my feet. I grab the first thing I can find which is a dark green bar of hand soap and I launch it across the bathroom at Tyrant. The soap hits the wall next to him, leaving a few small shavings stuck to the wall.

“What the fuck did you do to me last night?” I ask. “You think this is a game? I’ll fucking leave. I’ll escape. I’ll call the police! You fucking drugged me!”

My only escape is getting by Tyrant. My only choice is to run after him and attack him. The problem with that theory is that my mind is stronger than my body right now. I end up stumbling and flopping right into Tyrant’s muscular arms. He catches me with ease and I try to hit him but he grabs my wrist.

He moves fast, somehow getting behind me. He shoves me against the bathroom wall, his hands holding my wrists up over my head. Then it becomes one hand holding both wrists while the other grabs my throat.

Ironic enough, I’m nose-level with the spot on the wall where I threw the bar of soap at him. All I smell is some kind of manly pine scent all while having Tyrant pressing his huge body against mine.

I’m a fucking captive right now. I dare myself to fight back.

Thrust your hips! Kick back at his knee! Try to hit his balls! Throw your head back over and over!

Yet all of that becomes a fading voice because somewhere inside the depths of my soul… I think I like this. Being tossed around. Thrown against a wall. Pinned against a wall. My hands above my head. My wrists starting to hurt. Tyrant’s large size pushing harder at me.

Not to mention I can feel the swell of his… cock … The thing is almost touching the middle of my back.

“Are we done now, Sera?” Tyrant’s voice growls.

My body shivers. I don’t respond.

“I asked you a fucking question, claimed one ,” he growls.

“Yes,” I say very quietly.

“Inexcusable way to speak to me,” Tyrant says. “I’m sick of fucking waiting around for you.”

His left hand touches the front of my pants and next thing I know the button is undone and his left hand grabs hold of my pants. And my panties.

He drives my pants and panties down to the backs of my thighs. The fingertips of his left hand graze my skin, over my left ass cheek.

“This is what happens when you act this way toward me, Sera,” Tyrant whispers but there’s still a slight growl.

His touch is gone but returns a fraction of a moment later with a slap to my ass. I gasp and jump. I suck in a breath and hold it.

Tyrant just slapped my ass!

I freeze in place, waiting for something like shock to hit me. But it doesn’t.

“I am your ace ,” Tyrant says. “You are my claimed one . Do I need to punish you again?”

Part of my brain screams YES! Yes! Do it again! Harder! My left ass cheek stings. Just a little. Tyrant did not smack me as hard as he could have.

His hand touches my left ass cheek, his thumb sliding between my cheeks, gently moving, digging, working his way toward…

I let out a loud groan. It might be the most embarrassing sound I’ve ever made in my entire life. My entire body blushes. I’m red-hot, sweat starting to collect from every pore on my body.

“Are you done, claimed one ?”

“Yes,” I say in a louder voice. “I’m sorry for trying to attack you. I have no clue what happened or where I am right now.”

“I’ll always protect you, Serafina,” he says, using the long form of my name. It sounds so commanding yet evil coming from his mouth. “And I will always punish you as need be.”

He grips my ass cheek hard. Really hard. I whimper and let out a quick breath.

“You were drugged last night,” Tyrant says. “It wasn’t me, by the way. When I drug you, you’ll be well aware of it. You’ll be ready. You’ll beg me for it. Understand?”

… when I drug you…

My knees wobbly.

Holy fuck, what is happening here?

“I understand,” I say. “Who did…”

“You know who did it. And I can’t prove a thing. I want to kill him, Sera. I want to rip his fucking throat out with my bare hands. But I can’t.”

“He… he said I’m going to be his wife…”

I can feel Tyrant tense up. Like he’s about to explode with anger.

“I need to know if he touched you. If he hurt you. If he… forced himself upon you …”

“There’s no way he did,” I say. “I would have—”

“You don’t remember getting here,” Tyrant says. “I found you stumbling around a bedroom, near an open window. Do you remember that?”

My heart races and sinks.

“I carried you from the party and brought you here. Do you remember that?”

I shake my head. Tyrant already knows I don’t remember a thing.

“I need to check,” he says. “Turn around and let me look at you, claimed one .”

“Let you look… where?”

“Where the fuck do you think, Serafina?”

His voice oozes confidence and power. I blush all over again when I realize what Tyrant is implying. He wants me to turn around so he can check between my legs. He wants to look… touch…

“Now, claimed one ,” he orders me.

Somewhere inside me there is a voice that wants to scream some sensibility but it’s too damn quiet to be heard. Tyrant has claimed me. Tyrant has followed me. He’s already touched me, sort of. The faded bruising on my nipple is testament of that. He’s saved me though too. I was drugged last night and for all I know…

Tears fill my eyes as I turn around. Tyrant looks down at me.

“Leave your hands above your head,” he orders me. “Do not fucking move them an inch.” He touches my face, my cheeks as I blink fast. “No need to cry, Sera. Last night proved it’s time you’re with me all the time. There’s no choice.”

“What about what was said to me?” I whisper.

Tyrant ignores my question and I cannot believe my eyes when he begins to drop down in front of me. Bending his knees, one knee hitting the floor. Lifting my shirt a little with his left hand, pulling my pants and panties down a little bit more.

My legs are smashed together. But he’s right there . Staring forward at me. I’m not perfectly shaved, but through the gentle stubble of pubic hair you can easily see my slit.

I’m wet. There’s no other way to say it. I can’t get around it. I’m fucking wet.

Tyrant’s right hand touches my leg. He applies pressure, strength, commanding I open my legs for him to see. I part my legs. I feel my wetness on full display.

I can’t help but think about him smelling me. It’s only natural. I can’t control it. I can’t control how it feels. But it means Tyrant will know…

Want to throw me against a wall and grab my wrists hard and force my pants and panties down and smack my ass? Go for it. Look how wet it makes me.

I’ve never known this side to me, if it even does truly exist. For all I know I’m running on panic and adrenaline. Yet I can’t help it as I stare down at Tyrant as he’s staring at my pussy.

I feel his thumb stroke my inner thigh. I shiver and goosebumps tattoo my body. He touches my other inner thigh.

“Does anything hurt?”

His voice is so fucking deep, dark and just… ugh.

“No,” I whisper. “Nothing hurts.”

He looks up at me. “Positive?”

“Yes. I swear. Nothing hurts down there. It feels… fine…”

I cringe and heat rushed throughout my entire body once again. I’m waiting for Tyrant to touch me. Oh, fuck, I want him to touch me so bad.

My hands are still above my head. My fingers interlocked tight. Tyrant stands up.

Disappointment strikes me hard. He stares down at me. I stare up at him. I bite my bottom lip. I want to ask him to touch me and make me come but I’m not sure if I’m allowed to or not.

Then again, if I’m in the wrong and he wants to slap my ass again… that works for me…

“Your cunt is fucking soaked, claimed one ,” Tyrant says.

Acknowledging my body and using the word cunt sends me over the edge. I feel like I’m as red as an apple right now. My chin quivers.

His right hand suddenly touches between my legs. My body tightens. My ass cheeks flex, touching the wall. Two thick, strong fingers curl and stroke between my legs. Tyrant lifts his fingers up between us.

“One for me,” he growls and then flicks his tongue at his pointer finger, licking my wetness away.

“One for you,” he says and rubs his middle finger against my bottom lip.

I suck in a breath. Tyrant lowers his forehead down to mine. Pressing with force.

“Lick your bottom lip, claimed one ,” he orders me. “I want to watch you taste your own cunt.”

I run my tongue against my bottom lip. My mouth fills with an unfamiliar flavor. It turns me on even more.

Tyrant reaches down with both hands. I don’t expect him to lift my pants and panties, but that’s what he does. When I feel my panties touch between my legs and then press in what should be their normal comfortable spot, I bite my bottom lip and hold my breath because I feel like I’m going to finish. That’s how far to the edge Tyrant has guided me.

He then brushes his lips against my right ear.

“I can’t wait to break you in, claimed one ,” he whispers.

He growls with a hint of a moan.

I don’t know what that means… but I know I’ll find out soon enough.