5 ~ Becoming His Slave

Cassandra POV

I could feel thunder inside me. His hold on my neck was dangerous. The strokes he made on my neck made me feel weak, submitted to him. My lashes weakened to stay open and meet his dark gaze. 

But, his threatening words took me to a disastrous night of mine. The blood rushed into my body and I felt myself shivering under him. 

"Please, I am begging you. Don't do this to me. Kill me instead. I promise I won't say a word. You already have Killed my brother. Please… I have no one to share my life with. Please, it would be easy for you… please kill me," I begged.

The flashes of whatever happened that night and then the dead body of my brother haunted me. The tears erupted in my eyes.

His eyebrows thinned  

His hand moved to my cheek from my neck and I shivered.

"Please,"

I did not want that to happen to me again. Since that incident, my brother always took care of me and never allowed any man or any talk about a man close to me. 

"You look so beautiful while begging," he muttered. His voice was cold and dangerous.

He pulled me close, even more, and my eyes shut as my chest collapsed to his. He put his face into my neck and his hot breath made me insane.

"You smell so nice,"

Honestly, I wanted to run but there was something that was pulling me to him even more. I knew he was dangerous.

His fingers slowly put my hair strands behind and I felt his lips on my collarbone.

"Oh my God,"

I felt butterflies in my stomach. I did not know what just happened to me. How the hell I was feeling this way?

He feathered his long fingers across my collarbone.

"Please, Ryan,"

"Your Grace," he corrected.

"Ryan," I objected.

He pressed his lips against my neck, sucking me hard.

My breathing raced insanely and I cried a little.

"I said, call me master," 

He looked into my eyes.

"You are nothing more than Ryan to me," I stated.

His lips curved into a slight smile and he took a knife from the table.

I felt horrified.

I looked at the steel knife glowing under the moonlight. He touched my cheek with the knife and I shivered with the cold effect of it. I felt as if he would pierce my skin right now.

But, he feathered my cheek with it. And then slowly moved it to my neck. From inside, I was frightened as hell but in condition, I was going to let him tame me. If killing would end my misery then I was ready for it.

He traced my collarbone with the knife and muttered.

"You are not afraid of death, mortal you,"

I chuckled hard. A tear fell from my eyes.

"Give me one reason to stay alive," I stated.

"Slaves do not need reasons. They are property of their masters," 

"But, I am not your slave, no one's slave," I stated.

"You are, Cassandra, you lost, you are my slave, accept it," he ordered.

I chuckled again and took the knife from his hand.

I put the pointed side of it right to his chest and pressed a little. A drop of blood came out of his skin. It was dark and thick.

"I am meant to be a queen, if I weren't then I wouldn't be sitting in your lap like a queen and meeting my eyes with you. No matter how witched your people are, I would never let you overpower me," I challenged.

He moved his hand in a swift motion and the knife fell from my hand creating a chiseling sound on the earth. His hand suddenly reached my hair, fisting them in anger, and put his lips right to my cheeks.

"I will make you my whore, right now,"

He raked his hand on my thighs and put my gown a little up. Spreading my legs wide, he made me sit in his lap in a dangerous position.

My breathing raced again insanely. Somehow, I felt he was about to do something wrong to me. Something that, that man did to the little girl.

His hand reached to my chest and before I could understand, he tore my gown and my bosom became uncovered.

"What are you doing?"

I protested, trying to stand up.

His eyes moved from my eyes to my breast and I tried to cover it a little. But, he looked so angry as he used the torn piece of the gown and tied my hands behind me, caging me inappropriately.

"Please, Ryan,"

I tried to get off his hold and stood up from his lap. But, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

I felt something big and hard under me as he ground me in his lap.

He falls his head backward as he did this continuously.

"Oh my god," I felt my body heating up.

What the hell was happening?

I tried to press my thighs together as it didn't feel right at all. My stomach twisted insanely.

He growled.

I looked at his bulky chest and veins popping out when he was moving me like that. I felt caged, frightened with the tied hands and sitting like this in the lap of my brother's murderer. Who was witched and had an insane army?

His hand reached to my neck and I fell my head backward struggling for breath. He choked me a little and I begged.

"Please," I didn't know why I felt so weak like that. I should be angry or hungry for his dead body. But, he was controlling me insanely.

"Come closer," he ordered and I shivered.

But, seeing me disobeying his order, he pulled me closer and I felt his lips on the side of my cheek.

"Damn, girl your smell is so mesmerizing," he muttered and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I should not be feeling that.

What the hell was happening to me?

His hand slowly raked from my neck to my bare bosom.

He cupped my left breast and I took a deep breath. His rough hand against my skin brought goosebumps over my chest.

"Fuck, you are so soft,"

He pressed and I felt some liquid flowing out of me from my core.

"Ryan,"

My nipples hardened with the effect and I felt currents when he pressed my bud taking it between his fingers.

I cried louder.

He did it again, harsher this time.

My eyes shut close and I begged.

"Please," my voice was slow and affected.

He leaned in closer to my chest and his next move surprised me.

He took my bud into his mouth and I felt a current running in my body. My body heated crazily and I moaned louder. I felt wetter in my core even more.

I didn't understand what was happening to me. 

I felt his teeth a little and I shivered.

"Do you like it?"

His hot voice breathed against my skin and I felt really hot.

His fingers traveled to my lips, feathering them softly and I blinked looking at his soft eyes glaring at me.

He sucked his lips a little and came closer to my lips. I took a deep breath when he waited for some time and pressed his lips against my cheek.

He sucked my skin harsher.

"Tell me you are my whore," he breathed.

His effect was dangerous on me. I felt like submitting myself to him. I didn't know what was happening to me. Why was I giving up so easily like that to him?

"Say it, Cassandra, say yes," he commanded. 

Damn, my name from his mouth did something strange to me now.

He kissed my neck and I was feeling insanely hot and wet down there.

"Say it, Cass,"

"Yes,... ye... Yes... yes,"

I couldn't stop myself.