6. THE DARK URGE

Chapter 6: The Dark Urge

The dark lord's intense gaze bore into mine, sending shivers down my spine. It wasn't a shiver of fear, it was of want, at this point I had no control of my own body, he did.

He didn't even have to touch me to elicit a response, just his look could provoke it.

The air hostess girl was still kneeling on the floor, trying to catch her breath. I gave her a look of pity, which lasted for about a millisecond. He didn't even spare the girl a glance, his eyes were focused on me.

It was as if she didn't matter, she was a tool he used to prove his point to me. Nothing more and nothing less.

Without warning, he closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. The suddenness of his actions caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was paralyzed. 

I won't deny it felt good, I found myself caving in, letting myself fall into the warmness in his mouth. I let out a soft moan, then realizing that was what he wanted, my instincts kicked in, a surge of anger coursed through me. 

With a burst of adrenaline, I bit down on his lower lip with all the strength I could muster. His lips parted in a mix of shock and pain, and a faint metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. His blood not my own.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, his grip on me tightening almost reflexively. 

He pulled back, his dark eyes narrowing with a potent mixture of surprise and fury. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his lip, staining his pale white skin.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Don't you ever dare to touch me like that again," I spat, my voice quivering with a blend of anger and determination. I could see the air hostess looking at me in shock, as if I just did the impossible.

A tense silence hung in the air as he examined me, his expression unreadable. Then, a deep, almost sinister chuckle rumbled from his chest that gave me chills.

"You have quite the spirit," he remarked, his voice low and dangerously smooth. "But make no mistake, my dear, you are mine now. My possession to do with as however I see fit."

My blood boiled at his words, a surge of defiance fueling my response. "Over my dead body," I shot back, my voice laced with a mix of loathing and resolve.

He leaned in again, his lips dangerously close to mine, his gaze unwavering. 

"You will learn your place," he hissed, his breath caressing my skin.

"Lina over here," Matteo beckoned, referring to the air hostess who at this point I didn't realize was still there.

"Show Laura here what she's missing out on," He said and my eyes widened in terror, I don't want to find out what I've been missing out on.

"Matteo if she touches me I swear—" I started saying but was rudely interrupted by the dark lord himself.

"You will do nothing," He interrupted and it was then it dawned on me that I was still wearing the see through rhinestone dress from earlier, exposed bare to the beast of a man. I saw what he did to Lina, it would not be considered rape or assault because the girl clearly wanted it, everything was fully consented.

Lina approached me trying to look all sexy and all as if she wasn't just being brutally mouth-fucked a minute ago, but I could not hide the terror on my face, she leaned in to kiss me but Matteo stopped her.

"Don't kiss her," He said deeply, his commanding tone filled my ears and I shivered.

She knelt down her hands pressing hard on my thighs as she dragged my attire down leaving my legs bare only clad in the white bikini, my legs were shaky at this point and my breath heightened, but I couldn't deny the arousal that was still very much present.

She removed the bikini and sniffed it, I involuntarily moaned, the same part of me gagged at what was playing out in front of us. Matteo was watching with keen fox eyes.

"Gag her with it," he ordered and the girl didn't hesitate she stuffed the bikini in my mouth, I could see Matteo stroking his already hardened shaft, my eyes bulged witnessing the horror that was playing out.

I was already soaking wet so it wasn't more of a job when the girl impaled me with her tongue, I moaned out loud, it was obvious that she was experienced, she licked and sucked all the right spots. 

I could feel my body vibrating, I could see the beads of sweat on my arm, I was breathing loudly and it angered me how I came undone in front of Matteo.

Everything seemed forbidden, there was a girl’s mouth in my vagina, and I hated that I loved it.

"Look at me Laura," He said as he stroked himself. I tried to avoid eye contact with him but it seemed as if my eyes were pulled towards each other like magnets to him and his impressive cock.

Lina's hands were also in on the job as she cups my breast with one and my ass with another, I could feel my restraints loosening as I was close to an orgasm, my pussy was clenching, hot as hell, I was breathing hard at this point, just a second away from release.

"Stop!" Matteo ordered Lina to stop without hesitation. It felt as if she was a lap dog obeying his every whim.

"Beg for your release," He told me and I shook my head signifying a no. He could get the submission he craved for from other girls like Lina but certainly not me.

"Very well then," He said and then gesture's for Lina to come over, Matteo flips Lina over and fucked her deep enough for me to see, I tried to use my hands to pleasure myself but he untangled himself from Lina, and used his tie to bind my hands together. 

I knew I had the option of closing my eyes, I knew he would force them open but it was worth trying, a huge part of me wanted to watch.

I had reached my climax of frustration as the sound of Lina's moans and Matteo's groans filled the cabin, I rolled my eyes in annoyance

"You motherfucker," I said to him, he laughed as if he was taunting me

"If you want your release, beg for it." 

I still shook my head, he would never have the pleasure of seeing me beg him to fuck me, this was a test of strength and restrain and right now I was breaking.

"As you wish," He said and continued fucking Lina till they both found their release. Lina was a very expressive girl. It didn't help my situation that she moaned very loudly, I noticed how she contoured her face, each eye roll, each moan was a contrast to the dark lord's very stoic expression.

It was as if Matteo took pity on me, like a predator, he walked towards me and at that moment, I had no strength to fight him anymore.

I couldn't see Lina anymore, perhaps, in the midst of my frustration I wasn't able to see her leave.

"You intrigue me," He said to me as he kissed me, I didn't kiss back but he didn't mind.

In a few moments his hands found its way to my privates, Matteo pinched my clit and that was enough to get the engine working. His deep soft strokes were like wonders but what pushed me off edge was his very intense stares. Within minutes I was very close to orgasming. 

And with one swift command from Matteo I released.

It was then I knew what post-orgasmic clarity was. It was as if the orgasm brought back my common sense, I had given him a hint of submission but before I could hate on myself any longer.

Matteo walked to the cabin door, opened slightly and said something in hush voices to someone and immediately, Lina came back with a glass of water.

Looking at Lina, she seemed calm and organized like someone who wasn't just thoroughly fucked a few moments ago. As she handed the glass of water to Matteo, I couldn't help but notice how formal the exchange was. It was like two linear lines—Lina and the Dark Lord.

He extended a glass of water towards me, a seemingly innocent gesture. Suspicion crept in, but exhaustion gnawed at my senses, clouding my judgment. 

"You should rest," he said, his voice dripping with an air of false concern.

I hesitated, uncertainty warring within me. My body ached, both from the tension of the events and the physical exertion earlier. With a cautious nod, I accepted the glass, bringing it to my lips and taking a few sips. 

As the minutes ticked by, a heavy drowsiness descended upon me, pulling me further into its grasp. My eyelids grew heavy, and I struggled to keep them open. The glass slipped from my grasp, landing softly on the seat beside me.

Matteo's gaze never left me, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and something darker, something that unnerved me. He leaned back in his seat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. It was as if he were reveling in my vulnerability, savoring the moment.

I felt myself slipping further away from consciousness. The world around me blurred and distorted, and I was powerless to resist. In a final act of defiance, I managed to turn my gaze toward Matteo, my expression filled with anger.

But it was a futile gesture.

The last thing I saw before succumbing to sleep was Matteo's chilling smile, a silent promise of what was to come. And then, everything faded into darkness as the jet continued its journey to an unknown destination.