Chapter 4 I feel Possessed

Manfred Valderrama POV

I watch her pretty eyes stretch wide, as she looks down between us and sees my big-long cock for the first time. Now, the confident, little bitch looks scared. She may have, somehow, managed to manipulate an orgasm from me before we got started; I was weak to give in to the temptation, but now I’m feeling like I’ve got the upper hand again. I can still taste her on my lips, and the moan she made as she came all over my tongue makes me fucking determined to hear it, again. Taking my cock in my hand I guide it through her pussy lips, coating its tip with her pleasure and feeling her sensitive clit still pulse. This will be a challenge, I felt how tight Amara is when she clutched around my fingers and I can’t imagine what my cock will do to her. What I do know is that it will be an experience I won’t want to forget.

She watches me, as I press myself against her delicate, little opening. I feel the tension in her fingertips as they grip my biceps and she braces herself. She still has that savage look on her face, but it falters when she takes a brave breath and nods her head at me, almost like this is what she needs. Sinking inside her feels like an out-of-body experience. It must be…because, right now, I don’t feel like I’m in the body of the man who wanted to hurt this woman. What I want to do, is fucking worship her. I want to take my time and make sure she feels every hard inch of me stretch her pussy and make it mine. Her body feels so fucking good as it tries to resist me and as I admire the discomfort on her face, it assures me that the man I really am isn’t too far away. When I’m fully seated inside her, I give her body some time to adjust, and the pain, she stares back at me with, morphs into something that looks almost grateful. I try really hard to figure her out. Have I been too kind? Given her the wrong message?

This girl is not here for fucking pleasure and yet here I am wanting to make this experience feel good for her. I watch her hands slowly move up to frame my face, and when reality strikes, I react quickly by tossing them away. I must train her to understand what this is, and that lesson must begin now. Keeping her throat in my hand, I squeeze my fingers tight as I pull out my cock, and slam it back into her again. Amara’s eyes widen in shock and she whimpers, as her freshly-broken pussy clamps around my cock like a vice. It feels fucking good, so good that she’s gonna have me coming inside her way sooner than I intended. Her hands wrap around the wrist I’m pinning her with, and when she starts to make those sweet, little noises again, I slide my hand up to cup her chin and force my fingers into her mouth, so I can silence her.

I thrust in and out of her, feeling how she soaks my cock and fingers, at the same time. The tension in her body begins to loosen and I watch her body move to my rhythm as her thighs tremble against my hips and edge me closer. “I’m going to come so deep inside you, I’ll be spilling from you for days,” I warn, making her head shake against my hand as she tries to force it from her mouth. I raise my eyes up from watching us connect, and the desperate look in her eyes takes me over the fucking edge. I growl deep, clutching at her hip as she bites the fingers I have wedged in her mouth and makes muffled sounds that sing to the devil in my soul. My cock pulses inside her, filling her virgin cunt with my seed and when I slowly remove my fingers from her mouth those words, she was so desperate to get out, don’t seem to come. Carefully, I drag my cock out of her, and when I see my blood-streaked cum leak from her freshly-broken hole, I use two of my saliva-soaked fingers to force it back inside her.

“I…I’m not on any birth control,” she tells me, shaking her head and looking down at the hand I’m using, to ensure my cum remains inside her.

“I know.” I watch more panic take over her face, her head slowly shaking back at me as it dawns on her what's happening here.

“Are you crazy?” She stares into my eyes like I’m some kind of psychopath. Maybe I am because as I push my cum-soaked fingers as far into her body as I can get them, to make sure my seed takes its hold inside her, I allow myself the pleasure of her fear.

“You are gonna give me so much more than just your pussy, sweet, little Amara.” I bite at her lip and drag it a little before I pull my fingers from inside her and lift myself off the bed. Picking up her towel from the floor, I toss it at her so she can cover herself and head for the door. “Make sure she doesn’t stand up for at least 30 minutes,” I instruct Tommy, who’s standing guard outside. Then, taking one last look at the stunned, little mess I’ve left on the bed, I smile to myself and head for my office.

Amara Villafuerte POV

I end up back in the basement and, as I sit and stare at the dark, brick walls, I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this mess. When one of the guards brings down dinner, I eat it. Today’s events have exhausted me too much to be stubborn. What happened earlier in the bedroom was both incredible and disastrous all at the same time. I’m sore, my legs are still shaking, and the fact he came inside me while knowing that I’m unprotected, proves this man has no morals at all. The guard nods his head at me after I’ve finished eating then, taking the plate away, he leaves me alone again. Being confined down here is its own form of torture. I miss the conversation, I even miss the people I pretend to be friends with. It’s only been a few days but I feel like I’ve forgotten what sunlight and open space feel like.

I don’t know how late it is when the basement door opens, but when I see him step through it, I quickly stand up, keeping my back pressed against the wall that my collar is chained to. He carries a glass in his hand and steps close enough that we’re almost nose to nose. “Why did you give yourself to me so willingly?” He tilts his head and studies me as if I intrigue him.

 “How did you know I wasn’t on birth control?” I hit back, doing my best to remain strong.

“I asked my question first.” His deep glare ensures I feel his dominance.

“I figured you were gonna take me anyway. You brought me here against my will, it was inevitable that you would fuck me against it too.” I give him half of the truth, there is no way I’m going to admit that my body actually desired him. “Now, answer mine, how did you know?” I hold my head up confidently.

“I had one of my men look into your medical records.” He shrugs as if that’s not a big deal.

“You can’t do that again.” I shake my head, hearing how desperate my voice sounds when it becomes impossible to hide my desperation. I can’t let this happen. I’m in a bad enough situation as it is. The man who has my future in his hands doesn’t seem to be listening to me. He’s too focused on the glass in his hand that he lazily strokes across my lower stomach. The ice inside it feels cold against my skin, and it causes my nipples to harden beneath the bra I’m wearing.

“Who says I can’t?” He slowly moves his gaze back up my body until those dark, brown eyes glare into mine, daring me to say,‘Me.’ “It’s dangerous. I could end up preg—”

“You will end up pregnant. I’m going to make sure of it.” The lopsided grin he makes is devilishly handsome and almost distracts me from what he just said. “I’m going to be really honest with you, Amara.” The way he says my name sounds spiteful. “More honest than I should be.” My heart beats fast as I await his confession. “You intrigue me in a way I did not expect. You’ve been on my mind ever since I left you upstairs dripping with my cum.”

The way he makes those dirty words sound has my sore pussy starting to ache even more. “I wanted to give your pussy some time to recover. But I need a release, and it seems like such a waste if that release isn’t inside you.” My chest tightens and I have to really reach to take my next breath. “How sore are you, Princess?” He asks, almost sounding concerned.

“Very,” I admit, though a huge part of me regrets it. I don’t know if I want him to take pity on me or not. He smiles at me again, as if he finds amusement in my suffering and then taking my wrist with his free hand he forces my palm to feel how solid he is beneath his slacks.

“You feel that? How hard that is? It’s all for you. What am I to do with it, Amara?”

It almost sounds as if he’s giving me the option, and although my body is begging me to tell him to give it to me, my head is screaming for me to tell him to go screw himself. “Why do you want to get me pregnant?” I massage my palm across his slacks, hoping it will help bring me some answers.

“Why, is not what’s important.” He finishes the contents in his glass and throws it against the far wall, making the glass shatter and my body jolt. Then resting both his palm against the wall behind me he leans his head closer to mine. “What you should be focused on is giving me what I want. And taking from me what you need.” He unbuckles his belt, letting his cock fall free, and when I look down and see his hand wrapped around it, I watch in fascination as he pumps it through his fist. “Take off your panties.” He breathes heavily, as he fucks his hand, and without any hesitation, or resistance, I slide them off my hips and let them fall to my ankles.

“You caused this.” The tip of his cock presses against my stomach, and I feel it leak a little onto my skin.

“You will take it, and you will clutch it inside your hot, little cunt, do you understand?”

His voice gets more and more aggressive as he works his fist harder. There's an uncontrollable throb between my legs now, one that has me nodding my head back at him like I’m the puppet and he’s the master.

“Good girl, Amara.” He bites his lip and watches me intently, as he continues to pleasure himself. “Now, spread your legs and get ready because I’m going to cum and it’s going inside you,” He warns, and I swallow back any thoughts of this being wrong and make a space for him. The ache inside me has turned into something different. It's not dull or heavy, it's wanting, and when the hand that was resting against the wall, quickly reaches under my thigh and lifts up my leg, my body burns as he pushes his cock into me in one, long thrust. “You are so fucking tight,” He growls into my ear through his teeth, as his cock pulses inside my sore, aching pussy. “You take that.” His fingertips clutch deep into my thigh as his heat spreads inside me, and I feel myself squeeze around him. He holds himself still, breathing heavily against my neck until he finds his calm again. Then he surprises me when he lifts up my other leg, taking me off my feet.

The chain that holds me to the wall clatters as he spins our bodies and sits on the floor so I’m straddling his lap. He rests his against the wall and with one hand gripping onto my collar and the other holding my hip, he ensures I keep his still hard cock deep inside me. There is no regret or remorse in his eyes, just pure determination. And I can’t describe what's happening inside my head. I feel possessed like my thoughts are no longer my own. Somehow I don’t see a monster in this man who has taken me, I see something broken that I want to fix.

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