𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 || ✔

28(S)*

"Do I need to repeat myself?!" he bellows. I scamper down on the floor, my eyes filled with tears as I stumble and kneel on the floor, my thighs widely placed, the air of the room invading every nook of my naked body.

"No, master," I murmur, training my eyes on the floor in front of me.

"Remember when I promised not to rape you?" he asks me, tipping my chin upwards to look into his menacing eyes.

"Yes, master," I reply, my body shivering from anxiety.

"But, remember when you promised not to leave me?" he asks, tightening his grip.

"Yes, master," I say, my nails digging into the skin of my thighs.

"If you didn't keep your promise, am I obligated to keep mine, love?" he asks gently, caressing my cheek.

I hesitantly shake my head, knowing that a 'yes' will get me into trouble. He slaps me again. "Words, Sierra!" he yells and I cower.

"No, master," I reply, my form shaking.

"Absolutely right," he says, petting my head, making me lower my gaze again. "I love you, Sierra. I always have. I was devastated when you left me. The beast inside me was desperate to kill you the second I saw you, slut," he pauses as he raises his voice, and inhales deeply, "...but, I love you. I want you to be mine, Sierra. Body and soul. You will be mine, won't you, slut?"

I hesitate. My mouth unable to say no, while my mind compelled me to not say yes.

"Before you say anything," he interrupts, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back painfully, "remember that Oliver and Caroline still live back in the states, and I know they wouldn't mind a visit from me," he completes, grinning.

"I am yours, master," I mutter, my mind finally letting go of any resistance.

"Good girl," he says, smiling. "I believe that you finally deserve to be rewarded," he says. "Stand up and lay on the bed," he orders, pulling me up by my collar. Killian pushes me back on the bed, chaining my arms above my head. "My beautiful, beautiful slut," he says, spreading my legs with his arms and cuffing them apart, the chains pulled back, limiting my movement like the first day I was here. He slips off his sweatpants. More tears run down my cheek, as I notice the hard bulge in his underwear, knowing that what was coming was unavoidable. He comes over my tied form, kneeling in between my legs, loosening the chains tying my ankles, and bending my knees. 

"You are such a beautiful slave, Sierra," he says, lowering his hand between my legs, hovering his fingers above my clit. "This time, I won't even ask you if you want my touch," he says, proceeding to rub the nub in slow circles, gradually speeding up. I feel myself getting wet, my breaths getting shorter, my nipples hardening as my hips buck the slightest. "Do you see that, slut?" he asks, pausing his movements and slipping a finger inside me, taking it out to show me my wetness glistening in the low light of the room.

"You enjoy me, Sierra. You are a whore, it is in your nature. You want a man to satisfy you, but that man is me, slut. No one else can touch you like I do, you understand?" he asks, slapping my inner thigh.

"Yes, master," I mutter, my tears streaking my cheeks as I realize my body's betrayal. I beg with my eyes to make him stop, but he looks at me innocently, licking his finger.  He pulls down his boxers, lining himself with me.

"I want you to remember, slut, as I push into you," he says, groaning as he pushes in inch by inch, a pain invading my senses, "that I own you. I own your pleasure, I own your body, I own your freedom, I own your love, I own everything you are. Understand?" he asks, bottoming out.

"Yes, master," I mutter out, my body unfamiliar with the sudden fullness. 

"Good slut," he says, and starts moving, hitting my pleasure spot over and over again. My conscious mind berates me for...liking this, but the pleasure slowly takes over me, and I let out a moan, throwing my head back.

"That's it," he says, laughing deeply. He lowers his mouth to my neck, sucking on my collarbone, lower and lower until he reaches my nipple, biting it, making me let out a little scream. He starts thrusting faster, snatching my hips upwards, making him go deeper as I moan more, closing my eyes to imagine anyone but him over me.

"Open your eyes," he says, grabbing my throat. I obey his orders, looking at his sweaty form above me, his wavy, light brown hair sticking to his forehead. "Look at me as I fuck you senseless. Remember who owns you, slut," he says. He suddenly goes even faster, the pleasure tightening in my core, making me moan loudly as I buck my hips rhythmically, making him groan loudly, "That's it. Fuck me back, you whore," he says, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

He moans loudly, his movements getting rhythmic as he throws his head back, "I'm going to come, Sierra," he mutters, guiding his hand down to my clit, rubbing it furiously, making me scream, "...and you're gonna come with me," he completes, and I buck my hips, clenching my eyes shut as I feel the coil tighten impossibly near.

"Now, slut!" he says, groaning loudly, his finger on my clit going harder and faster, his movements inside me stopping, and I feel him explode in the condom. My hips buck and I scream, the pleasure inside me exploding, tears running down my face as my body thrashes and bucks like I am possessed. He rubs my clit throughout my orgasm, making me ride it out, and finally stopping his movements as I come to rest.

"That is-" he breathes, balancing his body on his elbows just above mine, "that is the way I'll pleasure you every single day if you remain mine, slut. I know you crave it. Liam can never do what I can. No one can. You're mine," he says, grasping my throat, making me look at him, "...understand?"

"I understand, master," I say, the branding on my lower stomach suddenly burning into me.

'Mine,'  it read.

Author's Note:

THE END IS SO, SO NEAR!

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QOTD: Any special requests for the future of the book?

I will, I promise, write a lot of Bonus chapters once I complete this book. I want Liam and Sierra smut.

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