Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

SERAFINA

The most comfortable sleep I’ve ever encountered begins to come to an end. A sense of life and feeling tickles the tips of my toes and fingers. The feeling moves throughout my entire body.

When my brain comes back to life again, the last memory it has is being on the table. The comfortable table. Being laid out as though I were a corpse. Tyrant’s hungry mouth touching me. Kissing me. Licking…

I gasp and I’m right back to reality, only I’m in Tyrant’s bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and see a dark figure in the corner of the bedroom. My mind instantly teases me, telling me that whatever Tyrant gave me, it was too much and I’m dead. This is what death is.

The only light in the bedroom comes from a small light next to me on the nightstand. The window is completely secured shut. Tyrant has one of those fancy mechanical blind systems so it can either be the middle of the night or the middle of the day.

The dark figure steps toward me and the light paints the revelation that it’s Tyrant. I would say it’s not the devil or someone from hell, but that would be a lie. Tyrant is evil. Tyrant is mean.

Without saying a word to me, Tyrant tears the covers down off my body. The air runs along my skin and I look down and gasp. I’m naked. Fully naked. That means at some point while I was unconscious, Tyrant stripped the dress off my body. He took off the strapless bra. And my panties…

I take a deep breath as Tyrant leans over me. A massive monster.

“How long?” I whisper.

“Just about twenty-four. Everything is fine, claimed one . You’re safe here. I haven’t moved from your side.”

“I feel so…”

“You’re fine,” Tyrant growls.

He lowers his mouth down to my left breast and takes it into his mouth.

Oh, sure, going right for it…

I arch my chest, thrusting it up at him. My body is so tired, weak and exhausted… yet Tyrant’s mouth…

His teeth clamp against my nipple and he pulls away. Hard. Tyrant then grabs my left arm with incredible force and he basically throws me over to my belly. His right hand smacks right between my shoulder blades. He presses there.

His left hand touches my ass. Grabbing my right cheek. Fingers digging, kneading , sliding between my cheeks. I groan.

He skips that hole and goes for my pussy. Two fingers enter me and go deep.

“Good girl,” he growls.

His right hand leaves my back and I hear the nightstand drawer open and close.

“Wrists above your head, claimed one ,” Tyrant orders me.

I do as I’m told and I hear something metal clanking. I then feel something hard touch my wrist. There’s a series of clicks. Then there’s a pain against my wrist. I gasp, realizing that Tyrant is now handcuffing me to his bed.

“Ty…”

“You have no reason to speak right now,” he says.

My teeth chatter. His left hand explores my pussy some more. I catch myself trying to hump his fingers, but the angle is awkward.

Tyrant’s right hand moves down my body and then around my hip. His fingers are aggressive with a mission in mind. Sliding against my lower belly and my soft mound, going right between my legs. Two fingers hooking against my swollen clit, pressing hard. All the while the two fingers on his left hand fuck my pussy. Hard.

I lift my head and look up at my wrists. I’m handcuffed to the bed. My wrists hurt once again. My arms are at a terrible angle. My shoulders feel like they’re going to rip away once again. The muscles in my chest stretch too. Anything that resembles pain gets worked over as pleasure.

Tyrant focuses on the lower half of my body. My pussy and clit are his playground, except his fingers aren’t playing. They mean business. He knows how to touch. Where to touch. He knows the speed too. He turns his fingers around and curls fast in a downward motion. Stroking my G-spot over and over. His other fingers tease my clit and then he uses his pointer finger and thumb to grab my clit and pull.

My body responds as I jump and buck. I groan and cry out. My body is so tired, dehydrated, hungry… and yet I’m about to come.

“Let go of it, claimed one ,” Tyrant orders. “I need to stroke my cock using your cum.”

I whimper and curl my toes. My body bucks again. The tsunami size wave of climatic pleasure rushes between my legs.

Once it starts, Tyrant’s touch disappears. That makes me cry out and I strain so hard to look back at him.

I look just in time to see Tyrant dropping his jeans and his thick cock lunging forward. He’s thick and throbbing. He grabs himself with his left hand, rubbing my wetness against his steel-like shaft. His right hand grabs my right hip.

“Up,” he says, the only word needed.

I move to my knees, my hips and ass lifting into the air. My upper body aches even more now. Trying to find some kind of balance is impossible with the way my shoulders are holding all the weight of my body. Tyrant helps.

His right hand touches my chest, his hand big enough to touch both of my breasts at the same time. Behind me, between my legs, I feel the monstrous swell of Tyrant’s cock against me. He spreads my lips open and then fucks .

His cock slams into me so hard, my legs completely give out. As I start to drop down to the bed, he grabs me and holds me on my knees.

He pumps his throbbing cock back and forth, once again claiming depths inside my body as his own. I stretch and wrap around him. The harder he fucks, the more my body pulses. Learning his movements. Appreciating his size. My body still receives that intense tearing sensation when he fucks really hard.

Which he is doing right now.

He’s thrusting so hard and so fast, my body can no longer keep up. My knees are wobbly and my feet are pointed in, toes curled tight. His left hand holds my left ass cheek so hard, there will be a handprint left for a while. His right hand creeps up to my throat, where he grabs me, ever-so-gently threatening to cut off my air supply, but he never truly does. Just this intense teasing that only makes my body hotter and feel crazier.

“All fucking mine, Sera,” Tyrant growls.

Hearing him use my name… God, it’s so fucking sexy.

He then slams his body forward and takes my hips with both hands, then lifts me up off the bed and holds me there as he starts to ejaculate inside me. My entire body floats over the bed. Wrists cuffed to the headboard with Tyrant holding my lower half.

I feel his explosive cum clinging and grabbing at my insides. His entire body throbbing in unison, its only purpose to deposit himself into me. Over and over.

Tyrant then lets me go and I drop down to the bed. My shoulders pull at a terrible angle and I cry out in pain.

Tyrant pulls his cock out of my body, leaving my inner thighs shaking and wanting more, then he moves up my body a little bit. His throbbing cock slaps and rests against my back. Slippery and soaked, his cum and mine mixed together. He grabs for the handcuffs and opens them, right one first, then the left.

Now my entire body is face down on the bed. My shoulders scream with relief. My pussy shivers with relief.

Tyrant climbs off the bed, tucks his cock away and adjusts his jeans as need be. He crouches down and touches my face, moving my hair out of the way. Our eyes meet.

“I’ll get you something to eat and drink,” he says. “Then you’re going to shower and get dressed. I have something to do so you’ll be here without me.”

My head pops up. “No…”

“Relax, claimed one ,” Tyrant growls. “You’ll be with Demo. He’s going to be here.”

“Where do you have to go?” I ask.

“You don’t get to ask that.”

Tyrant stands and walks out of the bedroom.

He gives me chicken noodle soup, which tastes heavenly. I feel so out of it and hungover, which has to be normal for whatever I took, plus sleeping for almost twenty-four hours.

When I try to get out of the bed, Tyrant scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom. I’m naked. He’s not. There’s something scary, primitive, and sexy about it though.

He turns on the shower and stands there with me as I shower, making sure I don’t lose my balance. I keep looking at him, wanting him. Craving and needing him. My body is sore and tired but there’s not an ounce of confusion. In fact, the idea of him not being here bothers me. I don’t know where he’s going or why. And I’m not allowed to ask him. On top of that, I’m going to be, what, babysat by someone else?

I look at Tyrant once more, my lips trembling, tempting to ask and demand and—

Tyrant grabs my throat with his left hand. His left arm gets soaked from the shower. He doesn’t care. I stare at him. He stares at me. It gets harder to breathe. Second after second ticks by. Panic wants to take control but I don’t allow it.

When he releases his grasp at my throat, his hands moves down, over my right breast. He pinches my nipple and twists and pulls. I suck in a breath and put my head back.

His hand slides down my body some more until he reaches my pussy once more. Four fingers stroke between my legs. Only once. He takes his hand away from my body and he curls his fingers up into a fist.

I watch him walk out of the bathroom.

I have no clue why… but I burst into tears.

I’m in sweatpants and a hoodie, sitting on the massive bed, sorting through some books. Books for courses that I don’t even know if they actually matter or not. I’m flipping through huge books of photography and art. Then there are two books of poems. None of this will benefit me in life, but it sort of feels like a dream. Sitting around like this, a cup of hot tea with honey next to me. It feels safe and homey even though my body would mildly disagree. My wrists hurt. My body is rubbery and tender.

My pussy aches .

Both with need and from use. I blush when my mind throws that at me.

… from use…

But it’s the truth. The way Tyrant just takes me, I’ve never felt that before. His size and shape. The way he fucks . He moves with no regard for me, which I enjoy. He uses me. Which I enjoy …

There’s a knock at the bedroom door and it opens. Demo’s massive frame steps into the bedroom. This guy is gigantic. I’m pretty sure he was one of the guys that kidnapped me too. I can’t prove it and it doesn’t really matter right now.

“Need anything?”

Demo’s voice is deep enough to cause an earthquake.

“I’m okay,” I say in an almost meek voice.

Like I’m captive. Like I’m a prisoner.

“What are you studying?”

“Nothing,” I say. “I’m just looking at pictures and seeing words.”

“Isn’t that studying?”

“Not when a single thing doesn’t make sense right now. Books. Or life.”

“Clever,” Demo says. “Cute, but nothing will work on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Close the books and go back to sleep. You’re better off.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Demo chuckles and shuts the door.

What an asshole.

I look down at a painting of a woman sitting on a park bench in the rain.

Fuck her.

I slam the book shut, then throw all the books off the bed and hug myself.

I don’t know why but now I’m wondering if Tyrant is with someone else. If he’s fucking someone else. I mean, he has no loyalty to me, right? What am I to him? I’m his… claimed one . Meaning he gets to do whatever he wants with me. And to me.

He’s my ace , which I guess means he protects me when he’s not fucking me. Nothing in there suggests I’m his only one. After all, I’m just going to get passed along to Des to be married.

I grab a pillow and bury my face into it and scream. Nobody hears me.

Except me.