Chapter 4: Not Yet Done With You

Castiel’s P.O.V

The chains that bound my wrists had left angry bruises, a painful reminder of the ordeal I had just endured. As Damien finally released me, I slumped to the floor, my muscles weak and trembling from the strain.

"Am... am I done?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, but my mind was still reeling from the ordeal.

How could an Alpha do this to another? But then I wanted to scoff at my own stupidity. I wasn’t a true Alpha, was I? I had no real powers to fight him off. But that didn’t mean I was going to sit back and take it. The only reason why he was able to take advantage of me was because I was bound and helpless.

Damien's cold gaze met mine, and he shook his head, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Not yet," he said, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm not satisfied yet."

Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach as Damien's words washed over me. I had hoped that the nightmare was finally over, that I could escape the clutches of this twisted man and his sick desires. But it seemed that fate had other plans for me.

As Damien's eyes trailed over my bruised wrists, he noticed the blood that stained my skin. His expression softened slightly, a hint of curiosity flickering in his gaze.

“You should stop resisting,” he tilted his head to the side to study me. “It’s futile anyway. You can’t get away from me, Castiel.”

The shame and humiliation threatened to overwhelm me, but I forced myself to meet Damien's eyes, to show him that I was not broken, not yet. “Then why don’t you let me off these chains? If you think I’m so helpless, why don’t you let me go? Or does taking unwilling men get you off faster?”

Damien's lips curled into a smirk as if he had expected nothing less. He knelt beside me, his touch surprisingly gentle as he reached out to wipe away the blood from my lips. “Words…such useless words from a useless Alpha.” He smirked. “You forget that this is you punishment for killing my man, and you have no say in it.”

I grit my teeth, unable to retort as my arms strained against the chains.

"You'll get used to it," he said, his tone almost reassuring. "In time."

But there was no comfort to be found in his words, no solace in the knowledge that this nightmare would eventually become routine. I felt a cold rage simmering beneath the surface, a fire that threatened to consume me if I let it.

But for now, I remained silent, gathering what little strength I had left to face whatever horrors lay ahead. As Damien's hands closed around mine, pulling me to my feet once again, I braced myself for the next plot in this twisted game of survival.

And as dread once again enveloped me, I prayed for the strength to endure, to overcome the fear that filled to consume me. For as long as there was breathe in my body, I would never surrender to the horrors that awaited me in the depths of Damien's depravity.

His eyes gleamed with a hunger that sent a chill down my spine, and I knew that there was no escaping the depravity that awaited me.

With a cruel smirk, Damien led me to the wall of our little prison, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I felt a sickening sense of déjà vu as he pressed against me, his hands roaming over my body with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl.

Cupping my chin, he threw me onto the floor so my face was eye-level with his dick.

Damien manhood bounced into the air, free of constraint, thick and fleshy. I had never seen another cock so close, and I blushed when I realized his was bigger than mine. Damien coiled his fingers in my hair, pulling me back until my lips hit the ridge at the cap of his dick, then thrusting me down once more. The pattern was slow, at first. Soon, he was fucking my face, and I was simply along for the ride.

He smirked, watching my face as he spoke. “Go on, lick it,” he snapped.

With my jaw clenched tight, I merely brought out my tongue to lick at his tip, retreating immediate in haste.

“You'll need to get better at sucking off a man. Use your tongue to get the shaft wet,” he said, grabbing onto my hair and pulling me forward. When I lifted my hands, touching the fleshy rod in front of me, I noticed I was shaking.

I licked my lips, first, before pressing my tongue hesitantly to the man's cock. Running down his length, I once more marveled at his size. His smooth skin, that tangy taste... I rolled my tongue under his sensitive tip, making him flex. My cock twitched in response.

Is turning him on actually getting me worked up?

He told me to use squeeze his cock and pump him as I sucked. Each stroke of my hand, it sent a wave of pleasure into my lower belly. By the time Damien's was breathing heavy, gyrating into my lips, my own manhood was solid as a rock.

Without warning, he thrust his shaft into my mouth. My groan was raw, I couldn't hold it back. No one had ever done this, not even close!

His length swelled, it was pushing deeper into my throat. Oh god! Once more, I felt that delirious pressure building to a crescendo in my own shaft. Fuck!

Shivering, I squeezed my eyes shut. I almost backed out, but my lips wrapped around his cock again, and I crumbled.

The Mafia took me deep, until he hit the back of my throat. I was sure I cried out, but I quickly wasn't paying attention. Ever part of me was focused on his cock, and how it felt to have this man fucking me off. My tongue swirled, did things I didn't think possible. I was so close, the pleasure stabbing me, threatening to take me under.

The waves of pleasure slammed into me, my back arching and my hips thrusting forward. Oh god…was I starting to…enjoy this?

The wet sound of me, slobbering on his dick, it thrilled me in a manner that left me confused. But I didn't ponder it, I was panting and groaning and vibrating with his approaching orgasm. He was going to cum, he was going to finally find release, and I had stopped caring right then if it was from the girl of my dreams, or my Mafia captor.

The cock in my mouth swelled, twitching, making me understand Damien was about to climax. At the last moment, he forced me down onto him to the base. His length popped past my gag reflex, deep in my throat. He came hard, warm, tangy cream that rushed down my gullet.

I could do nothing but swallow his seed, my eyes shut tight. A confusing ripple of delight curled into my belly.