Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

SERAFINA

The panic finally subsides. How long has my mind been fighting my body? I really have no idea. What I know is that the moment Tyrant closed the bedroom door, my body went into total panic mode. Like a captured fawn in a fence, I began to thrash and pull. I screamed, but nobody heard me and nobody helped me. The more I pulled, the tighter the rope felt.

The end result now? My ankles burn with ripped skin on fire. My wrists feel just about the same. I look up to my right wrist and I see red. There’s a sense of slippery warmth.

Blood.

I’ve cut myself on the rope Tyrant used to tie me up. I’ve cried all my tears out. When I look down at myself, there are a few stray tears on my right breast, still drying.

And speaking of drying against my skin… there’s Tyrant’s cum. As I thrashed and yelled for help out of instinct, some of the cum on my face crept down to my upper lip. Tickling me until I licked. Allowing me to taste Tyrant’s cum.

Then I was panicked and turned on at the same time. So many emotions colliding at the same time until something in my brain finally just snapped.

A wave of calm hit me. The tank of panic hit zero. My mouth is dry. My lips taste like Tyrant’s cum.

Every inch of my body aches. Having my arms held up for as long as I have right now leaves everything tingling, growing numb. My wrists are burned and bloody from pulling on the rope, and the more I try to relax my arms, the tighter the rope pulls on my wrists. My legs are spread. They’re tired, rubbery.

It’s not cold in the bedroom but I’m butt naked, coming down from a panic attack, and I just want to curl up under a blanket and scream my lungs out, cry, and fall asleep.

During my panicked stupor I thought about my stepmother. My father. I kept picturing the day my father died in his car accident. Being told about it. Even then, looking into my stepmother’s eyes and wondering if her tears were real or not.

And now I’m here…

Sinners Academy .

I’m trapped. Claimed by an evil man like Tyrant. Yet for as evil as he is, he’s the one who saved me when someone else drugged me.

My heart starts to race once more.

“No,” I whisper. “Please, no. I can’t. Not again. No…”

It’s really not that easy to tell your own body not to panic. The brain and body have their own way of handling situations.

Behind me I swear I hear the bedroom door open. I turn my head, twisting my neck to the point where my neck, right shoulder, right arm, and right wrist hurt really bad. There’s nobody there. The door is untouched.

I look forward again and drop my head, staring down at my body. I force myself to think about Tyrant in the shower. The command of his words and his hands. Me touching myself. Back there.

No.

Say it.

“I gently fingered my own ass,” I whisper to myself. “It felt different. Maybe good.”

I think about Tyrant all but throwing me to the bathroom floor. Taking my body. His cock more than just fucking my pussy.

That wasn’t just fucking .

He… pounded …

I groan and bite my bottom lip. I take a deep breath and my back breaks out with goosebumps. My mind is totally fucking with me right now. Trying to convince me that someone is in the room.

I turn my head left. Then to the right. Back to the left.

Serafina! There is nobody in this bedroom with you!

I look forward at the wall and take slow breaths. I count to four inhaling, count to four exhaling. And I wait. There’s no other choice.

That’s when something else snaps inside my head. My existence here at SA . My existence is in the control of Tyrant. The idea of a choice is gone now. There is no choice. I am his. Everything of mine is his. He takes. I give.

I close my eyes for a breath or two and don’t open them again until I hear the door definitely opening this time.

“ Claimed one ,” Tyrant’s deep voice speaks.

My entire body tenses, tightens, and there’s a flood of wetness between my legs. My body is instantly in a state of heightened fear and desire. My nipples knot up, almost painfully hard at the sound of his voice.

“Still here I see,” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper.

I listen to him walk across the bedroom floor. His presence terrifies me yet it soothes me.

He stands directly behind me. When his hands touch my hips, I groan. I can’t control myself right now. The sounds I make. His right hand moves to my right ass cheek and he cups tight. His left hand climbs up my body, to my breast, where he pinches my tight, achy nipple. He pulls and releases, growling as he does so.

I’m a toy to him. A plaything . A living object to tease and fuck. This is his job though, isn’t it? To treat me this way. To make me feel this way. So I’ll be more loyal and play my part when I’m tossed aside… or tossed into the world of married to Des …

Tyrant’s fingers move to my shoulder and then up my arm. It’s an aggressive touch he has, up to my wrist.

“You were trying to escape,” he says.

My heart sinks.

“Panic,” I manage to say. “That’s all, Tyrant. P-panic.”

He grabs my wrist and begins to squeeze. The pain surges. My skin feels like it’s tearing from bone. And my bone feels like it’s about to be crushed into a million pieces. I can’t help myself as I whimper.

“Does that hurt you, claimed one ?”

His voice is mean. His right hand squeezes my ass cheek really tight.

“Do you really think you can escape me, Sera?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Do you want to escape me?”

I shake my head. “No. I swear. No. I just freaked out a little.”

Tyrant runs his hand down my arm to my shoulder. Down to the side of my body. Fingertips touching the side of my breast. Then my hip.

He moves to the front of my body where his fingers dip down between my legs, curling with force, middle and ring fingers parting my wet lips, fingertips tight against my throbbing pussy.

“Looks like someone is happy I’m back,” he growls.

“I’ve been waiting.”

“You had no choice but to wait, claimed one .”

I swallow hard.

His fingertips slide up and he applies pressure to my clit. Electric pulses shoot throughout my body. I’m tired and achy and I just want to get untied, but now he’s touching me and it’s just…

His right hand moves between my ass cheeks and down. I gasp and tense up.

“No, that doesn’t work,” he growls. “You cannot tense up. Exhale a breath, Sera.”

I do exhale a breath.

I feel his fingers move down and around and he begins to play with my pussy using his right hand. I only feel one finger though. His middle finger. He’s soaking his finger with my desire.

When his finger begins to move back, I groan, knowing what’s about to happen. His fingertip touches my forbidden hole and he presses. My legs shake.

His left hand returns to its previous movements. Massaging my clit. Not to make me orgasm. Just to pleasure me. There’s no denying Tyrant knows his way around a woman’s body.

He starts to circle my clit with speed, pressing harder at me. My body warms up some more. Loosens up some more. From behind he applies more pressure and unseals my forbidden entrance. I suck in a breath and feel the strain of my body accepting Tyrant’s finger into me.

Yet at the front of my body it’s a heavenly embrace of clitoral pleasure. He’s touching all the right spots with the right pressure.

“Come all over my hand, claimed one ,” he tells me. “I want to feel your ass squeeze against my finger as you come.”

Tyrant drops his fingers down and thrusts them into my pussy. At the same time he thrusts his other finger further into my other hole with the same force.

There’s a shocking collision inside my body. Pleasure meeting pleasure in such an unexpected way for me. Back there , inside me, he’s thrusting up and back. My ass puckers and pulls against him, yet it feels… good. There’s a heaviness that I’m enjoying.

His fingers inside my pussy dig and curl. His fingertips are magnetic to my G-spot, which really does exist. He knows the motion to make. It’s fast and it’s hard. He’s relentless with it. My inner thighs tighten and pull. The ropes against my ankles rub and burn. My wrists are worse off.

The pain tries to overwhelm the pleasure but Tyrant won’t allow it to happen. His fingers are just too good. Long and thick. Deep inside my pussy. And my ass. I swear I can almost feel his left hand fingers touching his right hand finger. It totally sets me off too.

I’m stripped of all panic now and left with no choice but to come. It hits hard in my belly. The secret depths of my core activated and I’m no longer in control of myself.

I let out a whimper when I want to scream to Tyrant that I’m about to come. He can feel it. He knows it.

I crest over that hill and my body releases. My muscles tighten, release, and there’s a fresh wetness pouring out of me. Hitting Tyrant’s hand, soaking his palm. His fingers splash and smash against me, the wet sound echoing around. My orgasm drips to the floor and I can’t believe how much is coming out of me.

His other finger continues to take my ass, thrusting in and out with the same motion and force as his fingers in my pussy.

My body writhes and pulls against the ropes. Finally I am able to scream out, a mix of pleasure and pain. I feel like my wrists are going to break.

Tyrant removes his finger from my ass first. Slowly, letting it pop free. I pucker and tighten. I shiver. His fingers inside my pussy remain in place.

“This cunt is mine, claimed one ,” he growls at me.

“Yes,” I say. “My… cunt … is yours…”

“I’ll share it with you when I feel like it,” Tyrant says and then he removes his fingers from me.

I cry out and can’t believe how much my body is still pulsing.

Tyrant’s fingers are suddenly jammed into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, near the back of my throat. I gag and then clamp down. He rips his fingers out of my mouth and I’m left with the taste of my own body lingering on my tongue.

“How does your cunt taste, claimed one ?” Tyrant asks.

“Delicious,” I say.

“Good girl.”

Tyrant crouches down and proceeds to untie my ankles, right one first. Then my left.

He then stands and reaches for my wrists. As he unties them, my hands shake really hard. The rope is left dangling from the hook in the wall.

He spins me around and I look up into his cruel eyes and start to melt all over again. His right hand grabs the back of my neck, then he drags me to the bed and orders me to sit down.

I watch as he opens the nightstand drawer and takes out what looks like a long piece of velvet. A deep, wine red shade of color.

“Give me your wrists,” he orders.

I fold my hands together like I’m praying and offer my wrists to him. I sit on the bed completely naked in front of Tyrant, unsure of this not-so-flattering angle.

He gently wraps my wrists with the velvet cloth. Going in between my wrists, and around. The soft touch is actually mildly soothing.

Once my wrists are tied, he grabs my elbows and makes me stand. Without warning he drops his mouth down to mine and kisses me. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, licking my tongue with force.

The kiss breaks with a loud noise. My cheeks are bright red. My body on fire. Tyrant then grabs my ass and tosses me up and over his shoulder like I’m a toy, then he walks me out of the bedroom and into his master bedroom.

He sits me on the bed and reaches into another nightstand and takes out a pill.

“Sleep peacefully tonight, claimed one ,” he says. “You need it. You’ll be on full display tomorrow night for your official claiming .”

He touches the pill to my lips and I hesitate.

“I will be with you the entire time you sleep, Sera,” he says. “Nothing is going to happen to you. I would tell you. You would know. You would beg for it to happen.”

I part my lips and accept the pill. There’s an unopened bottle of water on the nightstand. He twists the cap off and pours water into my mouth and I swallow down the pill. I swallow a second time and look up at him.

“Yours,” I whisper.

“Mine,” he says, stroking my chin.

He can do anything he wants to me. Anytime. Any place. Trust, lust, emptiness, pure exhaustion… I’m not sure…

A few minutes after swallowing the pill I feel it working through my bloodstream. I’m getting relaxed and tired. Tyrant eases me down to the bed. My wrists tied in front of my body.

He kisses me again. Deep and slow. He pulls away with that wet kissing sound. Then I feel his mouth move down to my right breast. Taking me into his mouth. Sucking hard. Teeth nibbling at my nipple, pulling. My body grows more and more tired. Numb but not to pleasure.

I want to groan. I want to tell him to keep going. I can’t even move my mouth. Tyrant bites my nipple and pulls away. I fall asleep, my pussy throbbing, ass tender, and my right nipple sore.

It’s the happiest version of hell I can assume there exists.