Laurie. Norman

Five.5.

  My train of thought stopped dead when I saw who it was. Massimo... Massimo... I shook my head and searched my head trying to remember his intimidating surname but I couldn't.

He looks fresh like he just had a bath because his silky black hair was dripping wet. His blue eyes, the only thing I could kill for were glittering. He smells like coffee. Nice.

   I was drooling no doubt as I took in his features with my eyes. It seems black was his favorite color. All black.

Like a brain reboot, I looked at him closely and that's when it clicked.

   What's he doing here? How does he know I'm here? Was he the one who sent people to kidnap me? Is he going to hurt me?

He entered the room fully, closing the door behind him and giving me that devilish smirk I despise so much. Though I've seen it once, it's enough to despise it right?

   "Look who we have here. My little princess." He interrupted my train of thought.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked with my fists molded and ready for punching.

  "Where? Here? Oh! This is my home." He said with pride. 

   I sharply turn around to look around but there's nothing to indicate if it's truly his.

Notwithstanding my guts, I uttered

  "Then what am I doing here?" Instead of answering, he gave a cocky smile which only annoys me.

   "You sent people to take me?" I pressed.

  " Nope. I'll never do that." He answered with a calm voice.

   "But you just did. You kidnapped me?" I groaned.

   "Hmm!" He hummed thoughtfully. "Kidnap is child abuse. I didn't kidnap you." He said the last word with a deep voice.

   "Alright if you didn't, then let me go," I suggested smartly.

   "That's not for you to decide, my princess. You're mine now." She smirked again.

    "I am not your princess and I am not yours." I challenged him.

    

He didn't say anything else. He began to move towards me.

   Already becoming apprehensive of his motives, I moved backward till I touched the wall.

    

   "Don't come close to me," I warned but he kept moving closer till he was only a breath away. 

   In this position, I could smell him properly. His sweet coffee scent. Ugh! My mind is wandering.

  I should be paying attention to what he was going to do to me and not him. Christ help me.

 He brought his face closer to mine.

   As if inspecting my lips, he ran his fingers over them. I would have bit his fingers but my mind was thinking too wild.

I felt his hot breath trickle on my earlobes and I jerked because of the shivers it sent. Damn! 

   He buried his face on the male of my neck sniffing me like a dog before looking at me directly in his eyes.

   "You are my princess and you're mine." He said with deep authority coating his voice while furrowing his brows.

     "I am not and will never be." I disagreed trying to push him off.

    "C'mon sweetie, it's not a topic for debate." He furthered touching my hair.

    "I said. I'm not yours." I yelled.

"Get off me and get me out of here you motherfucker." I cursed and pushed him with all my strength but he didn't even move an inch.

   Oh God! What's all this?

It seems like I've touched an honest string because the looks he gave me were frightening and deadly. His blue eyes now dark and partly closed, glared at me like the way a lion looks at his prey ready to devour. I swallowed nothing.

    I gasped when he held my neck with his big hands, choking me.

   "What did you call me?" He asked with a deep voice. By now, my feet no longer touched the floor.

    "You are a motherfucker." I managed to speak, not minding the fact that I was being choked.

I landed on the bed so hard that he threw me on it. I tried running but he held me back by my legs pinning me down flat on the bed with his knees. And with his hands, he tore the bedspread into four halves, tying my legs and hands wide apart from each other.

When the realization of what he was about to do hit me, I wriggled trying to set myself free but it was impossible.

  

   "No.. Massimo..no. no. You can't do this, don't do this to me." I pleaded but wasn't expecting him to reply.

   He shoved the pillow covers into my mouth as if my pleas were irritating him.

   

In what happens to be a second, my clothes were peeled off my body, leaving me in pants and bra only.

   How is it that I'm naked before this man? Not like I'm a prude but I never had sex this way he's planning and fuck! It's been a long time.

What Massimo is trying to do to me is rape. Not sex. Though I'm not sure if he wants to fuck me yet. Oh heavens! Please.

I muffled when I felt his breath hovering over my face. My chest heaving so fast. Up, down, almost touching his chest.

Like they were calling out to him, he unstrapped my bra and chuckled when my boobs fell helplessly into his hands.

   "Pretty small." I heard him mutter.

I blinked severally to push back tears. This is not me, feeling so helpless with Massimo feasting on my body. He nibbled on my left nipple while playing on the other with his hands.

   I shuddered as he sucked me, giving me soft bites that makes me whimper and fucking wet. 

I was reacting to his touch. He looked at me and smirked.

   "Fiercely Laurie Norman, you are as beautiful as you're weak." He mocked me while I shook my head.

  With a deep voice full of authority and lust, he spoke,

   "You're going to be good for me tonight, princess. From now on you are going to address me as your master and be a submissive girl. You're mine and mine alone. Understood?" I nodded like a good girl. He removed the cloth from my mouth.

   "Now say you're mine." He commanded but the evil spirit inside me awakened. I stared into his eyes and chuckled.

   "You are a beast, Massimo," I said and spat on him to make him angry but instead, he cackled a laugh which only scared me more.

He stuffed the cloth back inside my mouth, cleaned his face, and passed me a deadly glare.

   I was trying to wriggle free when a deafening slap landed on my face. I muffled a scream beneath the cloth in my mouth 

He bit on my nipples so hard, secreting pains all over my body. I shut my eyes to endure only to feel my panties leaving me.

  I shook my legs vigorously to keep him away but he spanked me hard on my buttocks, coming in between me.

  With his left hand on my nipples, squeezing them hard, his right fingers did magic to my clit. As he squished my clit, I shuddered. A sensation ran through me. I was aroused, I was wet.

Without warning, he plunged his long four digits forcefully inside my cunt. I muffled a scream. Pains.

  I couldn't help it, I tried restraining tears from falling down my cheeks, I couldn't cry for Massimo. Never!

 

  He moved his fingers in and out of me at a faster pace, making me hard. My vagina clenched and unclenched, tightening around his fingers giving him more entrance.  I'm helpless. 

  My pussy made sloppy noises, clasping and unclasping following the movement of his fingers. I jerked when I reached orgasm, and the walls around my abdomen tightened. I couldn't breathe normally, I was about to cum.

  I wasn't enjoying this quite right but my body was adjusting to his fingers, accepting them like they belonged there. I jerked again when I finally cum on his fingers.

I felt a wave of ease run through me. Maybe I needed to get laid off after all but not in this way and not with Massimo.

He pulled the cloth out of my mouth. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. This feeling was superb!

    He took my cum still on his fingers and made me taste myself.

  

  "Look at you princess, reacting to my every touch. Hmm! Aren't you sweet?" He looked at my already reddened nipples and back to my face before grinning.

   "You're nothing but a whore, Laurie. My whore." 

I hate him. I'm not a whore, not his whore.

I wanted to speak but I couldn't. I lost my voice, my body betrayed me by reacting to his touch. I felt so ashamed of myself.

I shuddered. He licked my cum off my cunt. Blood of excitement rushed to my clit as it surged, pumping and he noticed.

   "Hey! Easy there, okay? I know you need it. I can't wait to shove my cock into these tiny holes of yours. Good thing you're not a virgin." He mocked. Bastard!

He continued licking and sucking on my pussy as the touch of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. He stopped and looked at me.

   "You're so sweet." He smirked and lined down from the bed.

He straightens his rumpled clothes before facing me with his dark eyes.

  "Next time you call me a motherfucker, I'll show you how motherfuckers fuck fucking pussies like yours."  He bent down and whispered. "You would address me as your master because that is what I am to you now, little princess." He spanked my ass hard before leaving.

He left. He didn't untie my hands or my legs and I was stark naked. 

  I cried for the first time after being humiliated ever since Dad left. I couldn't help it. As more tears rolled down, I hated myself more.

My mind drifted to Mom and Bryan. I know mom would be crying her heart out and Bryan would whimper.

   I wondered if Jeremy would be home and if he would look for me or hit Mom as always.

  I cried more now, not because of Massimo's sexual assault but because I was helpless.

I got exhausted as all my strength was drained while trying to free myself or maybe because Massimo fingered me roughly.

Massimo Contour. The name was the last thing on my mind before I drifted into a deep slumber.