Author's note: I like epic battles with medieval weapons and magic, hopefully I can sort of pull off the non-fantasy fighting and tension. if not, there's still sex to entertain.
The moment his father left the room, Matt went to the bed and slumped down, enbows on his knees as he looked to the gun.
I didn't know how to respond, all of this was new to me. Caring about someone, being in danger, looking forward to someone's death. But if things went wrong, I would be at Igor's mercy.
I waited at a small distance. We had to have been late at that point. When he finally looked my direction, his expression had shifted to unreadable. I didn't need an order to know he expected me to come to him.
He spoke as i approached. "I'm going to need for you to do something for me, sweetheart." His hands went to my waist.
"Anything." I had to support him. Whatever he wanted. This was his world.
"I can't tell you what." He tossed the gun to the side then lifted the dress and removed the dagger he'd given me. Not that I knew how to use it, but it had provided comfort. Now I had no defenses against Igor.
His throat bobbed when he looked up at me, slowly he guided the dress off of me then kissed my upper stomach. "I can't wait until my baby is in here."
For once, it excited me to think of that future. As he eyed me in wait, I removed my bra and underwear. No invitation was needed for me to loosen his pants and pull his cock out.
"Ride me," he ordered, hands bracing him as he leaned backward a little. The callous expression had me a bit unnerved, as though I was looking into the eyes of the man who'd forced himself upon me. But that was a different Matt.
I pulled my knee onto the bed beside him and lifted to straddle him, slowly lowering onto his cock. up and down I went, rocking my hips when our pelvises connected.
"I knew you loved my cock," he said, thrusting upward with a painful hit to my cervix. "I knew it since the day I saw your picture and had to have you."
With his next upward pump, I lost balance and went forward against him. His mouth immediately went to my breasts. Hands gripping and squeezing them as his thrusts were painfully dearly to me.
"I knew you would submit like a good girl." His hand was to my hair, yanking my head backward to the extent my breasts lifted. "And you will continue to obey me, won't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Work those thighs and fuck my hard or I'm going to pound you until you can't walk."
Something about his control was so sexy. I began to move up and down on him, breasts bouncing against his face. His eyes were locked onto mine, forcing me to hold the stare. It was easier than ever before until he slammed upward hard, grabbing my hips to control them when he spun so my back was to the bed. The pounding he proceeded to give me had a mix of pain and pleasure with every furious slam of his hips as he rutted me like a wild beast. It felt as though he'd gone feral as my fists twirled into the bedding to keep me in place and provide some relief.
With a painful pinch to my nipples and darkening eyes, he rammed deep with a force that had me crying out. Hot seed erupted into my cervix the fat head of his dick pressed hard against.
Once he jerked out of me, he snatched up the gun and grabbed a fistful of my hair. This no longer felt like a plan to get even with Igor.
At the safe, he shoved his pistol into his jacket before reaching in for another that looked the exact same.
At this point, despite my new resolve to be with him, I found myself struggling from the pain of where I'd been so brutally fucked and the hard grip to my hair. His rapid steps out had me desperate to keep up for fear of being dragged. Being naked with clumps of cum between my thighs was bad enough.
We made it to the dining area where guests ate at a few of the round tables, but by that point, the tears in my eyes made it impossible to see much. Silence fell aside from the echo of his steps that quickened and he began dragging me. I screamed through the intense pain of my hair feeling as though it would be ripped out--some probably was.
He continued forward to the wide hall, not slowing despite my feet struggling for purchase. At the door to his father's office, he slowed and opened it. once inside, he pushed me to fall forward onto a maroon rug. Cruel and terrifying, that's what he'd become. At his father's desk, he stopped to watch me. The lack of emotion frightened me even more.
Loud steps reverberated from the hall. Matt attempted to yank open a drawer. when it didn't budge, he shot it. Wood splintered with the loud boom. No longer hindered, he yanked it open.
