Usually, during their first anal experience, they’d try to squeeze shut, but not my Petal. Could be because of her orgasm or the fact she’s enjoying this more than she’ll ever admit.

Her release slowly subsides, and she sighs in relief, probably thinking the torture is over.

My little Petal has no idea what she signed up for.

In this position, her head on the mattress, her black strands sticking to her nape and her skin coated in sweat, she seems like a forbidden fantasy; the type you dream about and can never get enough of.

I start moving into her choking hold and she shrieks, squirming against her bindings. “Jasper! It hurts.”

It’s probably because her juices are the only lube I used and it’s starting to dry out.

“Don’t you like it when it hurts, my slut?” I pick up my pace and smack her already red ass for good measure. It’s now covered with my fingerprints, the milky white skin marked for my own pleasure.

“You like it when I drive you to the edge.” I fuck her harder. “When all you can do is fall.”

She mewls against the sheets, her shrieks of pain slowly turning into moans.

“Good girl, my pet.”

Those words make her moan through her sobs.

To reward her, I flick her swollen clit over and over again. Her head slides against the sheets as she shifts her ass against my dick, taking more of me inside her.

By the time I slap her again, she’s coming all over my cock, milking me, choking me, making me ram into her like a madman in need of an asylum.

My little Petal has become a vital part of my life, there’s no way in fuck I’ll be able to enjoy anyone else now that I’ve tasted her, had her completely at my beckoning.

“You’re mine, Pet. All fucking mine,” I growl as I pull out of her and come all over her red ass.

She moans as my cum coats her stinging skin, marking her, making her mine in all sense of the word.

As I watch my seed trickling down her thighs, sick pleasure envelops me like a halo.

I gather it on my fingers and smear it all over her reddened skin and then fuck it into her tight cunt, making her mewl in both pleasure and exhaustion.

Now that I owned every inch of her, there’s no way in fuck I’m giving this up.

Petal might be my way of revenge against her family name. She might be part of the game I’ll play against her father and uncle, but my mind is filled with different types of thoughts. Damning thoughts that shouldn’t belong in my end goal.

She’s mine.

My captive.

My property.

She fucking belongs to me.

This is only the beginning of what I’ll do to her.

 

 

2

 

 

Georgina

 

 

I’m done doing what Jasper tells me to do. I’m going back to Chicago.

His assault is still fresh on my mind. The way he fucked me, pushing his fingers into me, forcing his cock into my ass despite my protests. I hate him for what he did to me, and I hate him more for making me want his cruel torture.

As I stand in front of the door, waiting for his arrival, my heart threatens to beat straight out of my chest. Jasper has given me special instructions; I’m to wait on my knees by the door for his arrival. I don’t even know where he goes when he disappears. I’m guessing to get groceries — I haven’t seen anyone else in the room I’m locked in, and the food’s got to come from somewhere.

I raise my head from my position on the ground when I hear the key turning in the lock.

He’s back.

The door opens and I quickly look down again, so Jasper won’t bust me breaking the rules. He closes the door and sets something down. Then, his fingers wrap around my collar and he jerks me forward.

“Look up, Petal,” he demands, and my eyes fearfully find his. He’s so handsome when he's like this — filled with dark intents and plans to torment me. “That’s my good pet. Have you been good today?”

Every single day, the same question. And he’ll know if I lie, so there’s no point in hiding things from him.

“I didn’t come,” I mutter, and he pets my cheek as a reward.

“Good girl. You were saving it for me, weren’t you?”

I stay quiet, my stubbornness emanating from my stiff movements. I’m upset with him, and this time, I’m not afraid to show it.

I was quiet when he took my last virginity.

I was quiet when he forced me to come for him over and over again as I cried.

But not this time.

He seems to notice it, and his brows knit together with displeasure. “Now what, Pet?”

I pick myself up from the floor and he glares at me. I know he didn’t give me permission to get up, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t get lost in the fantasy and forget about the real world.

When I speak up, I try to make my voice strong and confident, but it comes out squeaky and scared instead. “I want to go back home.”

He laughs as if I’ve just told a joke, and now it’s my turn to glare at him.

“Jasper! It’s not a joke. I said I want to go home."

“What do you have in Chicago that you don’t have here?” He smooths his fingers over my cheek and I shiver involuntarily. Damn him for what he does to my unwilling body. “This is your home now, Petal. Don’t you like it?”

“No,” I reply sternly, crossing my arms and stepping aside so he can’t reach me anymore. “I want to go home. I have my cats there. And my friends. And my job. My whole life is there. I don’t want to stay in the middle of nowhere in Italy. I don’t even speak the language.”

“You can learn.” He shrugs. “It’s not like you get to see people, anyway.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s bothering me. You’re not seriously planning on keeping me here forever?”

“Oh, but I am, and you know I will. So I suggest you just stop fighting this and accept it. The sooner you do, the better off you’ll be.”

“Are you crazy? What type of person kidnaps people anymore? This isn’t the ice ages, you can’t keep me against my will and...torture me.”

“Torture you,” he muses, his lips tugging in a cruel smirk. “That’s not what you were saying last night when you begged for more. Do you want a reminder?”

“N-no.”

“Maybe I do.” He backs me up against the wall, smelling my neck like a wild animal as he possessively grabs my tits, pulling them from the flimsy nightgown. “Tell me what happened last night, Pet.”

“No,” I manage, though this time it’s soft and barely audible.

“Tell me.” His voice is controlled and smooth, but I know the calm’s the biggest before the storm.

“I begged,” I manage to get out through gritted teeth.

“And what did you beg for, Pet?”

“For you to fuck my ass.” I hate him. I want to kill him. And at the same time, I’m dripping between my legs. I cross them self-consciously as I feel the tell-tale drops of wetness slide down my thighs.

Damn you, Jas. I never get to win with you.

“You did, didn’t you?” He chuckles, painfully pinching my nipples with his strong fingers. “You wanted it so much, and it’s only been a few weeks since you got your first taste. I’d say I’ve turned you into quite the greedy anal whore. Wouldn’t you agree, Pet?”