You woke with a scream and sat straight up. You were breathing heavily, and your hair was plastered to your forehead by sweat. You wiped it off your forehead; it was bothering you. You began to calm yourself, and reviewed the horrible nightmare you had.
You had a dream that you'd been viscously attacked and raped in an alley. You'd thought it was hopeless. That is, until a strangely beautiful man came to your rescue, and killed the men that had done "the deed". He'd then taken you to his mansion. And that's when you woke up.
You smiled slightly at the imaginary man that had saved your life. You rubbed your eyes and groggily swung your legs over the side of the bed. You got down, expecting the cold wood of your apartment floor, but were greeted with a long fall and onto surprisingly soft carpet. You groaned in pain, and you felt that you were extremely sore all over. Particularly your thighs and "special area". You looked around, and saw you were in a room that wasn't your own. The room was fancy and decorated generously. The walls were black, and so was the carpet you fell onto. The majority of the furniture was also black, with the majority of the decorations being gold. Whoever owned this place was obviously very wealthy.
You then realized the risk of the situation that you were in; you had no idea whose room or house was. You knew of the owner, but you knew nothing about him, and that was potentially dangerous. What if he was also planning on assaulting you? Was he apart of some "gang" that wanted to kill innocent women from Gotham?
You slowly got up, and froze when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned to look at what it was, and saw that man from the night before. Your heart melted when you saw him; you'd heard what he said, briefly. And he'd saved your life!
He was leaning on the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. He looked at you with a concerned expression. He seemed to relax a bit more when he saw you, and took a step into the room.
"Hey, doll. Did you sleep well?" He said in a voice you recognized. He looked at you intensely and really seemed to care about what your answer would be.
You nodded your head quickly. You looked at a glamorous clock that hung above the doorframe and saw that it was 12:41. You assumed it was in the afternoon, since sunlight shone through the window on the right wall. His expression lightened a bit at that.
"W-who are you?" You stuttered. You felt intimidated by just his very presence. At this, his mood seemed to change completely. His red lips parted and formed a smile, and his eyes squinted slightly. A laugh escaped his lips and ended with a touch of high pitched insanity.
"Ahhh... Who am I? Well, you can call me either Mistah J, or J, toots. And what should I call you?" He said with emphasized hand gestures on the words "I" and "Mistah J". To make the hand gestures, his hands came out of his pockets and you noticed a few rings on his fingers, but none on his left ring finger. So he was single? You were slightly interested. But you shook the thought away; you didn't even know this guy, and he probably had a girlfriend, based on how attractive he was.
"Oh. Okay, J." You said shyly with a small smile when you said his name. He smirked with satisfaction as well. "And you can call me (Y/N)," you said.
"Okay then... (Y/N)," he said smiling. His mood then changed. His expression went from pleased to grave in just a second. He quickly walked to you and stopped about a foot from you, maintaining eye contact the whole time. You got lost in his beautiful blue eyes, and when he spoke again, you jumped.
"I forgot to ask; are you alright? I killed those guys for you, ya know. I may be a crime lord but I know the line." He said, tracing your jawline with his thumb.
Tears sprung to your eyes at the horrible remembrance of the previous night, when you'd unwillingly lost your virginity. You had flashbacks of the way they'd handled you and violated you, as if your life was practically worthless. You felt a slight tickle on your cheek and wiped at it to find your fingers wet with tears. And more fell at the sight. Those men got what they deserved, thankfully.
J saw your tears and his face crumpled in sympathy. He pulled you against his chest and you just let it all out. You sobbed into his shirt until there was a large wet spot. One of his hands rubbed your back while the other was placed gently on your head. He quietly "shh'd" you and told you that it was okay and that you were safe. Maybe 10 minutes of this passed when your tears finally stopped and you pulled away.
You stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before his eyes held an emotion other than empathy; now they held desire. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, and his hips grinding into yours. You gasped and surprisingly found yourself kissing back, and actually wanting more. Your hands slowly made their way up his back and to his neck and you ran your fingers through his green hair that was no longer neatly slicked back. You felt his hands on your hips, one trailing down to your ass, not to squeeze, but just to let lay there. You felt him get hard on your leg, and you giggled in your mind. He then growled and pulled away, breathless. You were also breathless from the heated moment. You'd never been kissed so passionately. Now, you were even more attracted to him than before. He kept his hands on your hips and continued to stare in your eyes.
He took a moment to recollect himself before pulling away slightly and speaking. "Well, princess, I think it's safe to say that you are going to officially be mine. All of your important belongings will be here within the next 2 hours, and I will make you as comfortable as possible." He said in a gruff voice that gave you butterflies. You smiled and blushed in flattery. But he continued. "On one condition," he looked at you with intention.
"...what's that, Mistah J?" You said playfully, teasing him. You heard a light growl.
He pulled you into him and he grabbed your ass, making you yell in surprise. He brought his lips to your ear and whispered. "You have to do everything I tell you to. You are my property now, and you do as I say. Understood?"
You quickly nodded, already preparing to abandon your life. "Good," he whispered in your ear.
He abruptly pulled away, and you got chills as his warmth left and you were left with stagnant air.
"Great! And you never answered my question, doll. Are you alright?" He said with raised nonexistent eyebrows.
"Uh, I'm still all... you know... dirty down there," you started, the blood rushing to your cheeks. What an awkward conversation. Way to go, (Y/N)! You paused before continuing. "And so, I'd be better if I could maybe get a shower and change my clothes."
He seemed slightly miffed at your statement, apparently expecting a completely different response. But, he regained control over his expressions and settled into his usual easy smile. He then chuckled before pointing to a room to the left of the room.
"The shower is right over there, pumpkin. And my henchmen will have brought a suitcase full of your clothes here for you by the time you're out of that shower." He said. He giggled to himself before adding another sly comment.
"And maybe I'll just join you in that shower of yours." He winked and turned around, making his way out of the room without another word.
You did a little dance in place. You were extremely happy, despite the events of yesterday night. And you were honestly hoping that he popped in on you while in the shower.
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Hi! I'm really sorry I didn't get a chapter out sooner, our internet went out and I don't have any data left, so I can only access apps and stuff when on WiFi. And, my school is a jerk so Wattpad is blocked on my school WiFi and I couldn't publish a chapter until I got home. So once again, really sorry!
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