His mouth lands atop of mine, as he kisses me with all the rage within him. He bites onto my lip hard, and I can feel it begin to bleed, but that does nothing to deter him.

All the while, his grip on my wrist gets harsher, as I push on his chest trying to get him off me. If he thinks he can just call me his sex slave, and I would comply, he is sorely mistaken. He still hasn't let go off the fork, as I feel the cool metal be placed onto my collarbone.

He breaks his attack of my mouth to say, He begins to move the fork lower. He pushes it through the lace in my bra, and then looks at me, a panting mess beneath him, trying to regain my breathing.

Then he pulls, the fork, still entangled in my bra, towards him so harshly that one part of my bra rips as a scream leaves my mouth. One breast still concealed, the other tumbles out of my bra. I've never been conscious about the size of my chest, if anything, I've always been content with that part of my body because I was on the larger end. But now under Zyon, I've never been more self-conscious about anything.

On impulse, to try and conceal myself, I turn over, onto my stomach, and he loosens his grip to let me. I feel slightly relieved and I open my mouth to yell at him, until I feel his fingers move towards the hook.

I attempt to crawl up, because I remember the silver handcuffs behind the pillow. If I could just get to them, but Zyon grabs both my arms, pulling them back and holding them against my ass.

He teasingly unhooks my bra, and places small kisses down my back. He slowly begins to slide the straps down one of my arms. His other hand still pins my hands to my ass, refusing to loosen his unfaltering grip.

The curses and abuses I yell at him do nothing to dissuade him. Once the straps are fully down, he turns me around and yanks it off completely throwing it to a corner of the room. One of his hands, once again, grabs mine and places them higher than my head.

I'm lying completely topless under him, and there's nothing I can do to escape him. He stares down at me, his eyes completely ravaging me.

In the time, that I was on my stomach, Zyon had managed to remove his shirt, leaving his upper body on display for me. Though I should be focusing on getting myself out of this situation, I was too busy staring at his chest, at the veins that travelled from his hand to his upper arms, at his broad shoulders.

Why did he have to be so appealing to me?

He says.

In this position under him, I feel so vulnerable. I'm not sure what I can say. So I just look at him. My hands squirming in his hold, trying to loosen his grip.

And with that, his mouth latches onto my breast. He sucks and bites, leaving little kisses.

My entire thought process goes out the window. My mouth says something else to him and the minute any intimate action takes place between us, I don't resist.

My eyes close, as I throw my head back, letting out sounds of pleasure. I hear him reach up and open a bedside drawer, and pull something out, but I'm in too much ecstasy to be bothered. That is until, he begins to kiss me in between my breasts, and I hear the sound of something beginning to vibrate.

My eyes fly open to see him holding onto a viberator. He looks at me, his eyes completely darkened, as his hand moves towards the top of my underwear. Instantly, I start struggling.

My experiences with Daniel were always very simple. It was always normal, we never used anything, but our own body parts.

He ignores me, pushing two fingers into my underwear, and then smirks,

My face flushes with embarrassment. He slips the small device into my underwear, positioning it against my clit. He then pulls up my underwear, so the device is right against me.

At this point, I'm a little scared. The unknown always freaks me out, I like to be prepared, so I'm struggling against Zyon, but he just holds my hands a little tighter and pushes himself down on me, to hold my legs in place. I notice a little remote in his hand. He flicks a button, and the device begins to vibrate against my clit, sending waves of desire all through my body.

He kisses my cheek, and then begins to move down my body, palming and fondling my breasts and leaving hickeys all over me.

Little by little, he increases the intensity of the device, as my back arches and I begin to pant with need.

Just as I reach my climax, he removes his mouth from my body, and looks at me dead in the eye, as I spasm and orgasm, finally finishing, whilst letting out a little scream.

I have sweat coating my brow, and my body feels like it's on fire from everywhere Zyon has touched me. He slowly reaches into my underwear, removing the device, but maintains eye contact with me.

My breathing is slow, as I close my eyes, and turn my head to the side.

He moves his mouth down to my ear and whispers,

He rolls off me, throws a t-shirt my way and heads into the bathroom to take a shower. I open my eyes once I hear the bathroom door close, and put the t-shirt on. I grab the silver restraints behind my pillow, throwing them into the bedside draw.

I lay down onto my side, closing my eyes and forcing myself to fall asleep before I could process and understand what just happened.