Arianna
My back met the cold floor of my art studio, all of my canvas and paints around us, like we were the most interesting piece of art in the middle of it.
Resisting was useless, the man was fixated only to make me submit to him fully, trying to push my limits to see how much I can take before I break.
Pinning me to the ground, I watched him with fear and excitement when Vincent caged me between his muscular thighs, taking my wrists above my head and saw him reach for his uniform's holster where he kept his gun and handcuffs. My gulp was loud when he took the later and secured my wrists together with the cold metal cuffs, the loud click pressing them against my skin.
He was stronger but I still didn't want him to win that easily.
Admiring his work with a grin, my head lifted to headbutt him when he was close enough to stare at my reaction but that only wounded my forehead when sharp pain shot through my skull, hearing him grunt in surprise, not expecting my move.
It gave me enough space to twist underneath him and kick him in the stomach, making his grip slip as he groaned. He had been distracted long enough for me to stand up straight so taking advantage of this opening, I grab a paintbrush, hitting him on the arm and neck with the tool. I couldn't hold off my smile anymore.
"Fuck, you're surprisingly good, I will give you that," Vincent praises with a dark laugh and grabs the paintbrush before I can kick him again.
My scream gets stuck in my throat when he knocks the tool with his palm, letting it fly away several feet away from us as it slides across the floor.
Almost stumbling upon my canvas, he lungs at me and I try to twist away from his hands but I don't get far when he snatches my waist in a tight grip, slamming me back to the ground, my cheek painfully meeting the ground as well as I lay on my belly.
In this position it's harder to move when he climbs over my back, completely immobilizing me under his big body, my arms at a very odd and uncomfortable angle beneath me so I lift my head enough to let the words out of my mouth.
"Time out," I pant.
Taking the belt, he pulls my head back which almost chokes me but he leans against my ear anyway.
"What was that, little rabbit?"
Trying to gather my thoughts and strength to even speak through the leather and drool over my mouth, I force them out even if it's hard to do so.
"M-my hands. It feels like t-they will be crushed if you keep me like this. Please."
For a moment he doesn't respond and I'm ready to cry out for real when he leans back with a hum.
"Of course, baby. I'm not a monster," he murmurs and I want to laugh at that statement because in these times where he is being rough with me, he behaves like one.
Turning me to the side, he lifts my cuffed hands above my head and repositions in the same manner like before and I don't know if this angle is better when I need to stretch my arms like that.
"How is that? Are you comfortable?" Still softly speaking, I can't but scoff in disbelief.
"Does that fucking matter?"
Tightening his hold on the belt, I gasp in pain when he leans over again, his hot breath hitting the right side of my face, lips brushing my cheek gently.
"Don't be a brat, Arianna. You know that I don't want to hurt you," he warns me with each word scalding my face.
I feel the lump in my throat as I formulate my thoughts," You already did," with your knife.
That last part hangs between us like a silent secret.
The dark chuckle he lets out gives me shivers," But baby…Ari, my sweet beautiful girl," he sighs like he is over this already," You wanted this to happen, you wanted me to hurt you so you can feel better. I would never allow myself to hurt to the point that you're scared from my touch. Your body craves it, needs it and we both know this is the only way to make you feel alive, don't we?"
Each word hits straight into my soul, the feelings bleeding into my heart, like I was being cut again but this time I couldn't deny it.
All of it was true.
That darkness I craved through my art…this surrender to him was the same. I couldn't run from it if I tried. I needed him to hurt me so I feel better later and I didn't care that it's painful. Not enough to break my spirit.
"How about this? Tell me your safe word. If you have the need to say it because I'm being too rough with you, I will stop immediately. I will be gentle," Vincent offered.
My tongue licks the belt accidentally as I think it over," Butterfly."
He hums curiously," Why butterfly?"
"B-because it's freedom. The feeling of being alive and enduring hardships. That way you will let me go and I will know that you love me for real."
There's abrupt pause and I wonder what he has on his mind.
The hold on my neck tightens again with the belt wrapped around his fist," I do love you, Arianna. Don't doubt my feelings," his voice is low filled with conviction.
That makes me breathe a little easier, believing his words.
"T-then we don't have a problem. So you will get on with it or-Ouch!"
The sudden smack against my ass cheek makes me cry out.
"You really are pushing my buttons right now," he chuckles.
The sting still lingers and I desperately wanted to cover it with my hand but since my arms were restrained over my head, I couldn't do nothing but try to twist my body right and left so I can escape his punishing touch.
He smacks my ass five more times on each side but with each one they get rougher to the point that the word 'Butterfly' on the tip of my tongue almost slips out. I don't do it though, too stubborn to quit.
"Yes, that's it. This will be a nice start for you," Vincent grins with a satisfying sigh when he spreads my cheeks apart to expose my most shameful place to his eyes.
I already know what he is seeing there.
My traitor pussy was soaking wet from his brutal treatment on my ass, not believing my body how it is so easy for him to make me look desperate for more.
"Look at that," he purrs," My little rabbit is practically begging for my cock. So beautiful…like a painting for my eyes only."
I taste the blood, biting my tongue as the pain spreads in my mouth, the shame drowning me to the ground.
"But I will not fuck you in your cunt tonight. Today I will claim this little hole," he murmurs with a smirk, my body freezing when his finger gently rubs against the ring of that forbidden place.
Spreading my ass even wider, he spits between the crack of my cheeks, feeling it drip down my holes. I shake with dread when he strokes the finger with his saliva on my little hole, even taking the moisture from my clit to lube it for his cock.
Jesus.
"With your blood it will look even more enticing, don't you think?" The question confused me but then I got my answer when he gathered my blood from my injured thigh where he sliced me. Rubbing the blood on my hole with all of the possible juices, I can't even scream loudly when he suddenly forces that finger inside me.
It burns when he gets deeper but imagining that he will fuck me there with his cock…I started to regret my life choices.
"V-Vincent…please," I beg him but for what, I don't really know.
Pumping the finger, he chuckles," Don't worry baby. Daddy will take care of it."
"No. Stop please. Just take it out!"
Lifting my hips higher, he thrusts his finger faster, making it hard for me to concentrate as I fight back tears. His finger press inside and pull out and he laughs while doing the movement again just to make the process worse.
"Just relax Ari," he cooes," Soon I will fuck this tight little ass. You don't need to be so needy," as he speaks, he starts rubbing the tip of his cock along my slit, like preparing himself for my other hole when he stretches me wider with another finger, squeezing his way through with painful slowness.
"O-oh god," my breath comes short as the pain flares up again in my lower regions but it's a good kind of pain. One I could never forget.
"See? You're made for me, little rabbit. Every single inch of you is mine," he promises with an edge of cruelty laced throughout his words. "Soon you will beg me to stop but that's okay. We both know you will wish for me to keep fucking you," with that, he withdraws his fingers and nudges his cock against the same hole he just had his fingers in.
A deep painful moan escapes my lips when he presses the head of his cock on the small opening he created," You're so pretty, baby…" He breathes against my ear as he pushes in," I'm going to fuck you so you will never think of anyone but me."
I choke back a sob when he sinks inside, splitting me open with his entire length until his whole dick reaches the deepest part of my hole. A deep throated grunt falls from his lips as soon as I felt a bit of pressure in my tummy.
His breathing is laboured and every beat of his heart pounds painfully in my ears, pounding louder as seconds pass by, and I begin panting just trying to endure every single second.
"Fuck," he grunts when he starts to increase the pace, still holding into my belt around my neck.
With tears in my eyes, the ache starts to grow into pleasure but still my nails claw the wood to hold myself together, each slap of his pelvis against my ass echoing around the room like we are in a museum.
Pulling my skin on my ass to watch his cock going inside me, the stretch is painful but also divine. That darkness creeps into my mind, through my eyes the longer he fucks me, the longer he chokes me with the belt.
My body just takes it like I didn't have a say in it at all. The drool dripping past my lips fell on the floor, my eyes seeing white spots, feeling my consciousness slipping away.
"Just like that baby. Just like that," Vincent groans behind me, above me, just everywhere.
My orgasm approached me like a train on a railway, sparks flying.
The force of his thrusts slams me against the ground like a rag doll, moaning and crying, all the senses just gone. I keep coming on empty air while he pumps his length inside my ass.
Later on I even feel myself pass out but then I wake again when the belt on my neck loosens.
Harsh breathing against my ear is loud enough to make me wince when his body presses me to the floor, feeling that strength crushing my bones.
Slamming his cock deeper, I come again with a scream of his name to which he laughs, the sound dark and devilish. In my peripheral vision I see him supporting himself with his hand by my head while the other still holds the belt.
"My dirty little slut loves it when I take her in the ass, doesn't she?"
My silence makes him falter a bit when he turns my dazed eyes to his since it was hard to breathe for so long with the leather stuck between my teeth so taking a pity on me, he unbuckles it open, freeing my mouth.
Wiping my mouth with his thumbs, he pulls my face closer to his," Poor baby. How do you feel?"
Despite the pain and air loss, I smile at him," Never better."
His eyes became darker, like he was surprised by my smile and reaction to his brutal ways of sexually abusing me. That didn't stop him from smiling in a proud kind of way.
"You were made for me," with a whisper, he claims my mouth in a rough kiss, my lips parting from sudden surprise and that lets his tongue to get inside while he starts slamming his cock inside of me, hitting so deep that I moan against his lips.
"Vincent!" My shout is muffled when my clit spams again, my come soaking the floor beneath me. That gives him the signal to tighten his grip on me and I almost fly away when he fills me with his seed, groaning in my mouth, our harsh breathing disturbing the silence.
Pulling apart, his eyes watch me, still in a strange intense way that makes me blush as I lower my eyes.
"What?"
He shakes his head like coming from a different world," I'm in so in love with you that I'm afraid that I will corrupt your light if you keep driving me crazy like this."
His admiration is clear and I am surprised by his love confession again but this time I let myself be honest with him more.
"I-I might be in love with you too but-Oh!" My words finished with a moan when he started moving again.
Kissing me again, his breath is hot against my lips," I will fuck that 'but' out of your system so be ready for the second round."
"Oh jesus," my eyes roll back when he starts all over again.
I might have summoned the devil.