In His Home Pt 04

Morning dawned through the glass windows and the light hit my eyes directly, eventually I woke up, feeling his arm coiled around my waist. The heat seeped in where his skin touched mine, and I shakily laid back down, resting my head on his shoulder.

Last night came flooding in, each word a weight to pull me down, each look a churn to my stomach.

He refused clothes in the bed, told me he only allowed it because I was hurt. I refrained from pointing out that I still was and let him pull the gown over my head. I had no underwear so I was fully nude, luckily he wasn't, completely at least, he wore black boxers and kept his shirt on.

Teetering around me uncomfortably as he laid in bed, lifting an arm for me to join.

I wondered what he was hiding, what he didn't want me to see on his skin that he laid in bed with clothes on though he doesn't like it. I lightly touched him, feeling for a lump for a hunch, a defect or a colostomy bag.

Nothing.

I couldn't feel a thing.

His yawn jolted me, snatching my hand back to my side as I stared at the hem of his shirt, he looked quickly as if forgetting he had company and laid back down.

"She's laying here, with Beastly." He murmured proudly, emotion coated his throat. "Beastly has a woman, and she is here laying with it."

Tears pricked at my eyes at what he called himself, it was so horrible, to hear himself think he was an it, beastly. I called him that myself but hearing it this way...

What was I thinking?

I blinked away the shred of pity I had for him and focused on his shirt while his fingers doddle on my arm, back and hip.

He fell silent and adjusted while I tried to figure out a good time to alert him that I was in fact awake.

I was about to yawn, pretend to rustle when my gaze dropped down a bit more at movement and my mouth went slack. He had a boner, the size and length... it was ungodly.

Shock and dread filled my heart as I made eye contact with the thing, that was incredible yet unkind as I thought of him using it on me. Putting it in me. It was thick, veins showed through the fabric of his tight boxers along with the length that was at least the size of my face. I blinked at it and it jumped again.

I jerked away, crawling up the bed in quiet fear, his hands came out and held me firm, cutting off my escape route. His expression spoke the question but I didn't want to respond, I really didn't want to talk about his monstrous dick.

"Say." His head cocked in comfort but it was futile, I was getting away this instant. Id walk out the front door with him right behind me if I had to. "What's wrong?"

I stole a look at his waist and he looked where I had, realization dawned on him and his hands dropped away. Smug joy lifted his features while his head fell back against the pillows.

"Don't worry," he cooed, his voice was heavy from sleep, low and grumbling. "will be fine."

Anger slammed down my brows, eliciting another laugh from him. I got from bed and pulled the discarded dress over my head, his laughter stopped.

His hand wound in my hair tightly, yanking me flush with his chest while he leaned into my ear, finally delivering some form of pain. "Don't." he barked as best he could, panic thriving in my heart regardless, "Never."

He released my hair in favor of splaying his fingers across my hips, digging in and holding me there. His breath whispered across my shoulder as his waist began to ground into my ass. I tried to pry him off, to get away, but he held firm. "Move, get worse."

My lungs emptied and began to ache when I proved unable to breath, his body against mine was nothing like laying together in bed, he was being mean, I knew this was some sort of punishment.

His teeth sunk into my shoulder, sucking hard and then moving up along my neck, it was all too much. I felt every inch. The slight curve and his sweet breath went deep while he thrust himself against me.

A hand flew to my throat, squeezing softly, while he readjusted our bodies. My dress was lifted and I begged him not to, I cried and begged for him not to, but he didn't heed me. He forced my thighs together, grappling with me to stay still, his warning a clear reminder in my ears but I couldn't bring myself to care.

What could get worse than this?

Too much heat grabbed my attention and I craned to try and see, his thumb turned my head back forward and he drew impossibly closer. He spit and my knees buckled slightly, I knew that sound, I knew what was going to happen. I was helpless, pathetic against him.

He was more than double my size and more adept at capturing, I was never going to flee from him. He squeezed my thigh and pressed his cock between my legs, my eyes screwed shut, anticipating so much pain.

But he settled in like that, pulling my chin up to look down in my face. I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes only to see a smirk on his lips. I wondered if this was some kind of foreplay? His cock was tucked between my legs, resting against my clit, nothing more but he was smirking?

I parted my lips to ask but didn't get the chance. He thrust between me once, sliding against my clit. Shivers crawled up my spine at the pleasure and I watched his lips as he did it again. Lust flared his eyes when a surprised moan escaped me, and even god couldn't hold him back then.

He rocked into me like a madman, stealing moans and gasps from the throat he squeezed so tightly, my lashes fluttered closed and he stopped. Saying nothing, only tightening his grip on my thigh and throat. I opened them angrily and he started again, hurtling me towards an orgasm I was curious to know about.

I hated that he was the one who was going to let me find out.

Tears spilled over when his speed increased, my body began to bounce and my toes left the floor more than once. Low grunts and groans filled my ears as he leaned over me, inhaling my neck and pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

My nails dug into his arm as a feeling that felt so good stitched my brows together, he watched as I came undone, twitching and moaning while he sought out pleasure of his own. He dropped my throat, digging in my hips again and fucked me.

There was clear difference between what he had done and what he was doing, this was a new level of royalty. My ass bounced off his waist, I was blubbering and moaning too loudly which only increased when he grew louder as well.

Telling me things.

Graphic images and dirty words were whispered into my ear as he neared his climax. His tongue swirled around my neck between his wild, choked off ideas. Thoughts of having my blood on his cock as proof that I belong to him, putting me on my knees and shoving himself down my throat, having my ass while his fingers fuck me out of my mind, tasting me thoroughly.

Winding his hands in my hair, his lips breezed across my ear to tell me something far worse, far more threatening. Even as he used me, I never expected it from his lips. "Fuck you so...you scream." His pace slowed, growing more brutal, "Put babies in your belly."

My world came to a screeching halt as his seed spurted out, coating my legs and the ground below, I watched it dripple down my skin and couldn't fathom that much being inside me. Much less becoming pregnant with his child.

It was a very terrifying and real possibility.

He just spoke it to life.

He pulled himself from me and I fell to my knees, catching myself with my hands and heaving the last of my lust out to replace it with frigid iciness.

"Only do what is asked." He guttered out, just as breathless, his speech more clear than usual but still not human.

I nodded, sucking down the gulps of air that he stole from me. "Yes, Jamie."

I could hear the smile on his face, didn't have to look to know what was there. "Like that." He nodded, "A lot."

After the floor was cleaned and I was forced into another shower he brought me downstairs, carried on his arm like a prize, and started on breakfast.

I looked to the pallet and then to his back, questions and curiosity will be my demise. Tip toeing over and looking to make sure he wasn't watching I kneeled on his pallet and had a look around. It was comfortable, just a pile of blankets it seemed but I wouldn't mind sitting here at all.

I glanced over and he still wasn't looking so I crept back to my chair. Honing in a smile as if I didn't just disobey him right to his face after what had just happened. I wondered if I was a lunatic, or if maybe I liked having something over him so much I'd deliberately go out of my way to have it again.

I shook my head and cringed at the last thought, that was too far.

"Had...fun?" He asked never turning around, a pan steamed over the stove as he cracked eggs into it. My eyes narrowed to slits. Did he see or was he talking about the incident?

"What?" I asked to clarify nervously drumming my nails on the table. He casually looked over and turned back around, he didn't respond so I didn't either.

Like last night a plate was pushed in front of me, then he went to his pallet. I watched him sit and settle in with his back against the wall and felt that odd sense of pity again. He waited for me to take a bite and so I did, keeping my eyes on him.

His shoulders seemed to sag but I wasn't sure and he lifted his fork to his plate.

"It's delicious," I blurted finally tearing my eyes away, I wasn't even sure if that's what he wanted but I said it anyway, "Thank you."

I pushed around the toast for a while in thought, when he got up and I jerked back to reality and scarfed down the rest of my plate.

He watched in fascination and raised his brows when I was done, "Crazy woman." He grunted taking my plate with him.

I turned to where he stood, he had already put everything away so now was washing dishes. What was my point here if I had to do nothing? He obviously wants sex and apparently children- I grimaced- but what else?

"Do you only want me for sex?" I asked against my better judgement and he whirled around with wide eyes. "You don't seem to want me to do anything else."

His lips parted and then closed, promptly turning back to the dishes. I drummed my nails on the table as he placed them on the drying rack and toweled off his hands. His eyes were sweltering, scalding me as I was lifted onto his arm.

He rushed up the steps and dropped me unceremoniously on the bed. Again he didn't talk, just moved about, finding odd things to do, and ignoring my question.

When I opened my mouth to ask again he all but ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I heard the shower turn on and I sat petulantly on the bed.

A murderer, a thief, and an apparent virgin as well.

The thought curled my lips up, it was a sick smile but well deserved, I liked seeing him afraid. I liked him embarrassed. It was the only thing I could drag up to put him down as well without being unnecessarily evil.

Beastly has a woman.

The words slammed into me but I threw that feeling away, the excuse that wants to bubble up and half forgive him. To forget because he doesn't know any better.

My thighs seemed to react to my treachery, simmering where his seed touched. I will never forgive him, and I will never forget either.