Sophia

I entered the room and saw Don in the balcony, he was smoking and has the ever present Bourbon in his hand. He has already changed into his sweat pants. I can see his clothes thrown on the floor as usual. He turned to me as I picked up his jeans and drop them in the laundry basket, kept his shoes in the closet and took his shirt to the bathroom to get changed for bed.

"Stop" he said while stepping inside and I halted before going inside the bathroom. "Refill my drink" he ordered me, I nodded and took his glass. I refilled his drink and brought it to him at the bed where he was sitting. I sat on the floor in front of him handing him the glass, I asked "A-are y-you ok?" I was scared myself but I guess I had to ask. "No, I am angry" he said gulping the whole drink in one go and the harshness in his voice telling how honest he is right now. He got up with all his fury and continued "I shouldn't have hit him, now he is upset and I don't like my brother upset. I should have controlled my temper, I shouldn't have lashed out on him but I am so angry, I cannot control this rage" he threw the glass on the floor breaking it into pieces just like he threw one in the living room. I reached up to him, try to soothe him yes, only if you yourself could stop trembling around him, you could help him, my inner voice comment. Obviously, I am scared, this is the anger that get people killed, I reached his shoulder with shaking hands "H-H-He is your brother, he will understand, m-maybe you could talk to him in the morning when you are c-co-cooled down a bit." I tried to say with as much courage I can muster. "Ca-Can I-I do something to help you c-co-control right now? wow, are you an idiot? my consciousness was scolding me at my stupidity of entering the fire myself. "You won't be able to take it?" his words were filled with malice and his tone is filled with anger. "M-may be I can?" have you lost your senses completely. I know my inner voice is correct but he is so disturbed, he need to calm down. "Do you want to?" he asked me say no say no say no my conscious was begging me "Yes " I said looking him in the eye, dammit.

"Ahhh!!!" He pulled my hair so tightly that I let out a scream then he came closer to my ears whispering "You made a mistake Doll, and now I'm going to fuck you and when you've had more than you can take, I'm going to do it all over again, and I won't let up, no matter how much you beg me to." He kissed me harshly and I whimpered as he draw blood out of my lower lip. "Now get out of these clothes and lay on the bed with your legs spread for me" I shivered at his demand. I couldn't move. I can't do this. "Too late to have second thoughts, Doll" he said spinning me around and he fisted my hair and pulled my closer to him and said while biting my neck "I am going to take you whether you want it or not but don't worry Doll, I will make sure you will like it" spinning me again he tore down my shirt and bit my on my collar bone.

He threw me over his shoulder and dropped me on the bed where I landed with a jolt. Before I can get myself straight he tied my hands with his shirt, I was going to change into, to the head board. Before I can process we were naked and he was pining me down spreading my legs even wider with his thighs and was biting on my nipples. It was hurting but still I arched myself to him, there is something in him, that he make me crave more even for the pain he gives me

He looked up at me and for a moment I looked into his eyes looking for something remotely related to care or mercy but I couldn't see any hint of compassion, there was only angry lust. Just like he said he is very angry and he plunged into me so hard that I screamed and tears welled up my eyes. "That's right, cry Doll, I want your tears" he said his voice lacing with rage and contempt.

He continued to bury himself deeper and deeper inside me while staring into my eyes and I knew he wanted me to feel his possession and I did. I felt him everywhere. When he began a slow, steady thrust into my body it sent my senses shooting off into another dimension. Pain began to fade and pleasure took over.

When his pace increased, he wrapped my legs around his waist and bit into my neck. The little bite of pain caused me to flood his cock and suddenly his control seemed to snap and he began pounding me into the mattress, driving us both insane.

"Oh God!" I moaned when it became unbearable. "Do you feel that?" he asked as he destroyed me with deep strokes that took my breath away. "That's me owning you Doll. Me. Not God," he growled.

He lifted his weight off my body and planted his fists by my head and continued his, long, deep, forceful thrusts with powerful hips that pushed me up the bed. The headboard began a steady beat against the wall, threatening to burst straight through it. I began thrashing and flailing around him, fighting not only him but also the sensations he was creating within me.

"It's too much," I cried stretching on my hands that were still tied up "No." He reared up, bringing me with him until he was sitting on his haunches and I was in his lap, my arms were stretching, I don't know how that shirt is holding up. "It's not enough," he groaned against my neck.

Our new position buried his cock so much deeper inside my walls that I felt like I would suffocate. His lips took control of mine in a tangle of tongue and teeth and passion.

I was lost. So lost in his potent kiss that I wasn't prepared for when he gripped my hips and rammed his cock up into me, stealing away my breath and inhibitions.

I screamed. I screamed for so long that my screams were no longer that. They became hoarse whimpers that barely made a sound. The sweat and heat of his body mingled with mine and I felt drunk.

"P-P-Please," I finally whispered. He continued to thrust into me with a grind that added a friction I couldn't get enough of. "Tell me, Doll. What do you need?" "I need...I need to cum."

"You think you deserve to cum?" He kissed the top of my breasts, taking small bites into the heavy mounds pressed hard against his chest. He was back in control now that I had become unhinged. I know what he wanted.

"O-Only if y-you w-want me to." I tried to say what he wanted to hear

The lust and hunger that raged within the depth of his eyes frightened and turned me on. "Then beg me," he ordered and deepened his thrusts.

"P-Please, P-Please make me cum." I did beg. "I'm going to do more than make you cum, Doll. I'm going to mark every sweet inch of your fucking body – inside and out, and when I'm done, you'll know who you owns you."

But instead of fucking me harder like my body seemed to need he slowed his hips to a steady pace. "That's good Doll, you feel good, all hot and wet and open for me. Taking my cock, like a good girl." His words were scratching through me

His hand came around between us and began rubbing my clit just as his tempo increased and he was once again pounding up into me mercilessly. My cries for release were deafening as my body yielded to his. The need to cum was there but for some reason release evaded me. I needed him to make me, and I begged him more "P-please D-Damon"

"Cum for me," he finally commanded and surged into me one last time, lifting my knees from the bed as he did. "D-Damon" I screamed his name rent through the air and I felt my walls suck at him, pulling his release from his body as he shuddered above me and gripped my hips tightly.

Light beaming from the glass doors make my eyes flutter open. I saw the time. It was 9am, he wasn't there on the bed, the bathroom was also empty, maybe he already left, I thought. The night came flashing back to me, I don't even remember how many times he took me but I remember I came every time "I am going to take you whether you want it or not but don't worry Doll, I will make sure you will like it" his words came back to me. What is he doing to me?

Half asleep, I dragged myself off the bed and trudged into the bathroom with the sheets wrapped around me. However, once I dropped the sheet and took one look in the mirror, the sight that greeted me shocked me awake. There were red marks and bites all over my skin. I felt every last one of them but that didn't make seeing them any less disturbing.

I touched one of the marks and winced from the dull pain. "What are you doing?" I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice directly behind me. I pulled up the sheets and he scoffed, he strolled towards me and wrapped his hands around me taking off the sheets "You really need to do that even now, you realize the marks you were touching seconds ago are screaming my name just like you were last night?" I looked down blushed. "I-I may need to use makeup on them to cover them" I said in a low voice, remembering he doesn't like them covered but I can't leave the room like this. "Why?" He asked kissing each of them from the back. God!! his touch just make me loose myself. I started to loosen myself leaning more into him. "Maybe because it looks like I've been beaten?" I tried to stay in senses trying to focus on the disdain I felt, trying to make him feel that too.

"You came, didn't you" he said unaffected and lifted me in his arms. He laid me down in the bath tub and I realized he has already drawn me a bath. He sat at the head of the tub and took a wash cloth, water was dripping from his hairs, he must have had a shower minutes ago. His fingers were trailing on my body, massaging my neck cleaning me with the wash cloth. It was calming me down, it seems like none of the bites hurt anymore, every nerve of my body was feeling the calmness like I am snuggling into feathers. He kept massaging me from my neck down to my breast, he trailed his hands to my belly and my thighs my legs my feet, he moved up again and kneaded my ass, his hand were feeling like magic and I was floating in his dimension. He took some shampoo and he massaged my head washing my hair. He was close I wanted to touch him, he always tied my hands I never touched him, I so wanted to touch him. I touched his bare chest with my shivering hands and his hands stopped on my head. I took my hand off him scared thinking did I just spoiled it? But he held my hand and put it back on his chest and I looked at him, his eyes were on me too. They were so blue like the bottomless pit of the ocean and I so wanted to drown in them. I can see them with the water dripping from my head as he continued washing my hair. He wiped the water from his thumb before it can reach my eyes. I moved my one hand from his chest to his neck to his cheeks brushing lightly on his stubble as I leaned into him. I kissed him. It was the first time I initiated the kiss in my life, and I am glad that it was him, he took my first kiss the night I came here, but this time I want to give it to him. I wanted those lips on me. The kiss was soft, I was not making a point of control I just wanted to relish him. This kiss is tender, soulful and he didn't changed it into one of his dominating kisses he gave me to prove his ownership, he let me cherish him. His hands were cupping my cheeks. He took me to another world.

"I got you a little something" he said against my lips breaking the kiss as he pulled out something from his pocket. I saw a chain and I started to breathe fast. I do not want to be kept on leash. I think I am starting to hyperventilate as I pushed away his hand and stood out of the tub screaming a "No!". "What's wrong?" he asked getting up coming towards me. I kept moving backwards begging him "no, no, no! Please don't do this please please I don't want this " I was speaking rapidly. "What you don't want? Will you take a breath for a minute, calm down." He said as he approached me holding me in his arms." No, no, no" I was thrashing around his arms "Please don't make me crawl I don't want to be on a leash please don't make me" I kept begging him without breathing. "Stop!" He said strongly tightening his grip and that made me stop. "Calm down, I am not putting a collar or leash on you" he said calming me down a bit. "Look, it's a necklace" I looked at his hands and it was not a choker it was a beautiful necklace. A thin platinum chain with a small waterdrop shaped glass crystal which has a shade of rose tint. It was a necklace, indeed. "See" and he slowly turned me towards mirror as he laid the necklace on my neck. He clipped the lock and I touched it . "It's very beautiful" I said to him. He kissed my neck holding me tightly from behind "So are you, mio amore" he said looking me in the eyes through the mirror. I blushed at his compliment and he buried himself in the crook of my neck. His one hand trailed from my arms to the lock of the chain and he wrapped it around his finger and pulled it a bit making my neck pulled behind. The crystal reached my jugular and started to suffocate me a bit as his grip tightens. A whimper emerged in my throat as he kept kissing me from my neck to me ears and said slightly biting my earlobe "And My Doll" he said as he sucked on his bite as he pulled on the chain a bit more and looked at me through the mirror. My eyes have gone red and teary due to the suffocating grip of the necklace. I couldn't bring my hands to him because he held them in place by wrapping his one hand around my torso "I don't need a collar and a leash to tame my bitch." He winked at me loosening his grip. He kissed me on the head and left.

I was left there catching my breath. I touched the red line that necklace had caused at my throat but I didn't took off that necklace. Maybe I didn't have that courage or maybe I know I am bound to him. Marks on my body and the pleasure I feel with him even in the pain he gives me. His fragrance engulfed me and the feeling that I can't shake him proves that he is right he do not need a collar he owns me anyway.