Obsessed

Her eyes closed out of sheer exhaustion, she had fought sleep for seventeen hours, terrified of seeing his face again, knowing it was inevitable. “I don't like it when you try and deny me Cara,” he looked into her now wide opened eyes. He was staring down on her as she lay in her bed, as usual fighting to keep the covers pulled up to her chin, denying him her body. Ripping the covers from her in one long sweep, his icy blue eyes filled with anger, and he quickly moved over her.

Holding down both of her hands with one of his, his other hand forcefully pulling her chin up to make her look into his eyes. “You will never deny me,” his voice harsh, his hands squeezing on her wrists painfully. “I will decide what pleasure you have my dear,” his voice a harsh whisper, “and you damn well better be sure that I am pleasured.” Her body trembled in fear, longing, and outrage, she was so used to everyone treating her like precious gift to be adored.

“I won't let you own me,” her voice trembled as she forced the words from her lips. “You seem to think I've given you a choice,” he smirked and then laughed mockingly. She struggled against his hand, wanting to prove to him that she wasn't his plaything, and she could walk away. He was entirely to strong, and her body betrayed her at every turn. He watched her struggles, it only fueled his desire to possess her, not only her body but her mind as well.

Shaking his head in amusement, he smirked again, “When you tired of exhausting yourself, I'll just take you anyway, why bother.” God she hated him at that moment, wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, wanted to be the one in control, instead she was held down by his strength, knowing he would do whatever he pleased with her, and she was helpless. “Do you enjoy knowing you can only have me by force,” even as she said the words she didn't believe she had spoken them aloud.

His icy blue eyes grew dark and menacing, his fang protruded, she knew she had crossed a line. Biting her lip to stop from whimpering her breathing became labored, and her trembling increased. “Don't ever play with me girl,” his words were short and clipped and there was no trace of desire in his voice anymore. His hand was surprisingly tender, as he allowed it to trail down her neck, and across her breasts, which automatically became aroused by his touch.

Lowering his hand, he allowed it to trace her flat abdomen a few seconds, before his fingers found her velvety folds and his fingers stroked her lightly. Her eyes closed of their own accord, and her hips lifted to meet his caress. He continued playing her body with his fingers, until she was at the edge of her desire, about to topple over, and he pulled away quickly, looking at her with satisfaction written all over his beautiful face.

She groaned softly, her body completely aching to be fulfilled as she closed her legs together tightly, trying to stop the unbearable ache he had left there. “Don't ever doubt that I could do any damn thing I pleased with you,” his words were harsh and his smile cruel. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them spill over, glancing away from him as she tried to get herself under control, and was failing miserably. He stood up and turned his back on her, wanting her to know how much she had disappointed him, needed her to know who commanded her body.

She pulled herself into a ball, completely destroyed, allowing the tears to fall silently down her cheeks. Her body craved his touch, her mind was devastated knowing how unhappy she had made him, there was no happiness in denying him, she knew that to be true now. He waited several long minutes before turning back to her, and refused to allow any compassion to fill his dead heart as he glanced down at her.

“We understand each other now, don't we”, his voice was much more in control as he sat down on the bed beside her. She rolled over to look at him and nodded, her eyes cast down. He pulled her into his lap and she laid her head upon his chest wearily. She was so tired of the battle, he was the victor, he owned her, it was way past time to admit that to herself. He stroked her hair absently, allowing her to bask in her understanding. He could read her every thought, and she was allowing herself to give over to his will.

He would never be hers, but he would own her completely. He was putting all of these thoughts into her mind, making sure that she understood everything she was accepting from him. She would do whatever he asked of her, and never demand anything in return. She would pleasure him if he desired it and he would control what pleasure she would be allowed to have. All these things he deeply embedded into her mind, making sure that she knew the entire truth about him.

Tears fell down her cheeks as the understanding filled her mind. “I am your slave,” she whispered in defeat against the hardness of his chest. He smiled at her words, finding them pleasing, “That is what I needed to hear, Cara.” His lifted her chin gently and his lips found hers, tasting, teasing, opening her to his tongue. Their tongues danced in a familiar rhythm, and her arms went around his neck to hold him closely to her. He broke the kiss and laid back on her bed, not moving. She understood immediately that he was giving her permission to please him.

She moved over to his chest and lightly traced his nipple with her tongue, scraping her teeth across it sensually, before moving to the other and giving it the same loving attention. Her hand caressed down across his firm abdomen before grasping his huge shaft I her hand, lovingly stroking each precious inch of him. She needed to please him, more than she needed the air she breathed. Her mouth trailed down to suckle him deeply.

One hand continued to stroke him, while the other caressed his jewels softly. He closed his eyes and allowed her to suckle him, enjoying her mouth upon his engorged shaft. The power she gave to him, made him feel even more aroused. When he knew that control was slipping from her, he flipped her over quickly, she would learn how to enjoy tasting him later when she had been better trained, for now he would please her.

He suckled one rosy tip deeply into his mouth, as his fingers found her again, she was so incredibly hot and tight he wanted to drive into her right then, he denied himself. His mouth trailed lower until it rested in the ebony curls that hid her passion. As she guessed his intention, her legs shut of their own violation, having never been touched in that way. He lifted his head lightly and their eyes met, “Never deny me Cara,” his voice a harsh whisper again. She allowed her legs to fall apart, her desire slightly dampened by her fear and she trembled.

He was pleased again that her fear was not enough to make her disobey him again. As his tongue found her velvety folds she gasped out in pleasure. Feeling she would surely come undone at any moment, and finding it both painful and extremely pleasurable. Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder he continued to delve into her honeyed dampness, each stroke of his tongue like fire against her sensitive flesh. She was whimpering, begging him to stop, thinking she would certainly die if he did, her hands tangling in his hair not sure if she was trying to pull him away or push him closer to her.

He came above her quickly and drove into her deeply, and she gasped as her body tried to accommodate his large shaft. She didn't care about anything at that moment, just needed to feel him deep inside her, until she was freed from this fiery hell he had created within her body. He continued thrusting into her, each stroke stronger than the one before. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on, trying to follow each long, hard stroke. She felt her body come undone and the beauty of their passion enveloped her in it's mindless pleasure, clenching his shaft deeply inside her. With a growl that filled the room he felt his body explode. His fangs found her neck at that moment and he drank deeply, feeling pleasure from her body and her very life force.

As his body spilled the last of his essence inside of her, he pulled his fangs from her neck, knowing he had come close to ending the life that had caused him such intense pleasure. She lay back gasping for air, trembling, feeling very weak. He bit his wrist quickly, allowing a few drops of blood to trickle and held it to her mouth, “Drink now,” he demanded softly. She obeyed without thinking, holding his wrist like a lifeline and suckling his blood greedily. After a few minutes he pulled his wrist away, she was desperately trying to hold on to it.

Her mind began to see beautiful colors, shifting all around her, her senses heightened to levels she had not thought possible, her body feeling things it had never before felt. It was an intense rush of every feeling, and emotion possible and she felt instantly regenerated. A smirk found his face again as he sat up and looked down on her. “Now, my little Cara, I completely own you,” his voice was mocking and his icy blue eyes burned into hers. He dressed quickly and she could only gaze at him in complete awe. “Remember what we discussed tonight, Cara,” he bent over kissed her lips quickly, and disappeared from her sight.