Note: This story starts as Non-con. So, if this isn't your cup of tea. Please do not continue.
Man must be pleased; but him to please
Is woman's pleasure; down the gulf
Of his condoled necessities
She casts her best, she flings herself
How often flings for nought, and yokes
[The Angel in the House - Coventry Patmore]
A Sovereign Remedy
Great Britain, August 1881
The ray of afternoon sunlight was blocked by the billowing dark clouds that came unexpectedly from the east. It had been fortnight since rain poured down angrily to the earth. And of all the time the almighty could choose, god chose that unfortunate time to soak the mother earth with thick raindrops. The droplets heavily poured against the windows that she'd been blankly stared for hours. Oh God. The stormy weather outside seemed to fit the turbulent emotions she felt inside.
The earthy fragrance coming from that summer downpour did nothing to soothe her already turmoil feeling. How on earth this happened to her? How could her own father had the heart to do this to her?
She wasn't supposed to be here. Trapped. Being sold to the devil.
It was all her father's fault. Yes, his fault. If only her father had battled his inner demon, their family wouldn't have ended up in deeply pilling debts to that dark menacing man because of his gambling addiction. If only her mother had the audacity to defy her father and refuse to sell her daughter to pay their liability.
If only all of this hadn't happened, she would still be secluding herself in her library like she always did every afternoon, burying her face in her precious books, regurgitating its contents until she had brain-cramp and bloodshot eyes. Then, when she didn't come up for dinner, her mother would drag her out of the library and lectured her in harangue about her studying habits. Her mother always forbade her for studying too much, no man wanted a blue-stocking as intelligent woman would repel and intimidate wannabe suitors she said.
But mourning her fate couldn't haul her out of this messy situations. Blamed them couldn't undo this complicated conditions. She didn't have the heart letting her parents and her sister to have destitute life. She simply loved her family too much, even her sister. Although they acted like a cat and a mouse that always bickering all the times, deep down she knew that she loved her sister dearly. So, agreeing the deal was the right thing for her to do.
But why the lord chose her? Why didn't he choose Katherine? Her sister was far more beautiful than her. She had a lovely face and curvaceous yet proportional body that would make another women envy and make many gentlemen bewitched. Besides, Kate was what their society considered as classical beauty: well-educated, proficient at music, singing, dancing, and drawing but still maintain her feminine manner. But, deep down, Hermione felt a little grateful that the lord didn't choose her sister. Kate was courted by a young genteel from a rather prominent family; the grandson of Baron in the country of Worcestershire. He was a young man in his early twenties with white flashy teeth and Kate seemed to like him a lot. So, it surely would break her heart if she had to do the bidding, right?
When she had agreed to the deal, her father asked her to pack her belongings right away because she had to go to the Prince Manor on Saturday. She was in a great emotional turmoil as days passed by in a flash. She avoided everybody and kept hiding in the library as the smell of old books and parchments soothed her anxiety. Then, when Saturday finally came, a carriage belongs to the lord arrived to pick her up: a chariot for her one-way to hell.
Alone in the carriage, she tried to keep herself calm but her trembling body belied her flaccid façade. She was in arduous distress. This by far was the most unpleasant journey she had ever experienced, not even the breathtaking scenery outside the carriage could calm her nerves. She clutched her fingers so hard against the seat until her fingers turned white; her stomach also kept clenching that she had to repress her urge to throw up. Lord, she felt so awful.
After enduring several hours of gruesome traveling, she finally arrived at her destination. Oh God, she was stupefied by the scene before her. It was the most magnificent manor she had ever seen, standing sturdy surrounded by various trees, bushes, and other plants. Prettified prison, she murmured to herself. With heavy legs, she walked towards the entrance–towards her ill-fated destiny. She was greeted by several house elves at the front door; the head of the house elves, an elderly elf named Briery, invited her in and offered her dishes for her lunch but she just couldn't stomach it. When she told Briery that she was done eating, Briery led her to her room, saying that her belongings had already placed there.
Hermione didn't give a proper observations about the damn room she was in. Feeling tired and dejected, she put her wand on the drawer then sat rigidly on the bed, watching the tiny droplets of water hammered against the glazed windows as rain started pouring down on earth.
She felt the events this past few days surreal. But being in this room made her realize how real her situation was. She had to face the reality now, trapped in this capacious yet unfamiliar room that belongs to unfamiliar man.
She took a gulp of air then huffed it heavily, thinking how she would miss her dull old life. Hell, she would probably even miss the bickering part with her mother and her sister.
"Deep breaths Hermione," she muttered to herself. "You must collect yourself, hysteria and agitation does nothing to soothe this situations. You can face this, bear it for now." Yes, endure it. Her father said that he would take her back when he got the money to pay their liability. 'As soon as the family business thrive again, darling,' as she recalled his words; her face made a grimace expression every time she remembered how he was calling her with his artificial caring in his voice. Yes, keep hoping on that empty promise, you poor girl. It would take a very long time before her family could gather all the money for her freedom, even if her father really had the will to which she was doubted it. She might seem like a foolish girl for believing it, but she needed it: a little hope she could grasp on to keep her sane. She counted to three and then took a deep breath to calm her raging heartbeats.
She hoped that the lord who bought her was dismissing her from his mind for the time being and she would be content being on her own in this ill-fitting space. But the windfall wasn't in her favor apparently. As soon as that thought left her mind, she heard a pop and a house elf wrapped in too flashy apron – fiery red with a hint of viridian greenish at the edge like a walking Christmas tree; a hint of smile adorned her face at that thought – appeared in front of the extinguished fireplace.
"Miss, I is Nilly, miss. Nilly will help young miss to take a bath and prepare to meet master tonight, miss," the trembling voice came from the little elf as her fingers playing with the hem of her apron.
Her insides were churning at the thought of the lord wanting to meet her. "Oh no, no, Nilly isn't it? I can wash myself and please called me Hermione, Nilly," her reply came as quiver as her heart palpitated wildly in her chest.
"Oh no, Missy must not tend herself. Nilly is a bad elf, even Missy not want Nilly's help…," Nilly started to pull her ear and beat her head.
Hermione rushed over and knelt in front of the elf then she held the elf's little hands, "Okay, okay, Nilly, I'll let you help me but please stop punishing yourself." Dear lord, she really hated the nature of the elves. She was a woman for God's sake, even barely, but she could take care of herself. She wasn't accustomed to be pampered. It was contravened against her independency principles. She sighed to let out her irritation out of her mind.
After hearing Hermione's answer, Nilly hyper enthusiastically went to the bathroom to prepare her bath. While waiting for Nilly, for the first time since she came to the room, she scrutinized the room. It was a vast chamber with big sized bed embellished with luxurious and soft white quilt. There were also a dressing tableor bureau, a walk-in wardrobe, then two armchairs and a table in front of a sturdy fireplace.
"Missy, Missy bath is ready, miss," Nilly's piping voice that came from the bathroom was waking her up from her abstraction. Nilly came to the room and helped Hermione to undress. Ashamed of her nudity state, Hermione walked quickly and stepped into the bath that had been prepared for her. Lord, even the bathroom was grandiose with huge craw-foot marble bathtub and separated shower.
The hot water was vanilla scented; the heat combined with the soft scent coming from water was relaxing and calming her nerves. While Nilly was washing her hair and massaging her scalp, her mind wandered back to the Lord of the Prince Manor: the man that now owned her. 'No, He doesn't own me. I'm no one property. I am a woman of my own,' Hermione kept muttering that as a mantra.
Severus Snape. There was nothing she knew about the man as she had never met him before. But, she had heard some tattles about him at some boring private balls her mother forced her to participate before. She with her friends, Luna and Ginny, would usually stand beside munchies serving table and had a small talk about some books she read recently or Ginny idiosyncratic brothers' latest shenanigans and Luna would babble about some peculiar mystical creatures Hermione had never heard before. Or sometimes she would talk to one of Ginny's brother, Ronald Weasley, when her friends were off to dance with some boys.
Although she rarely joined the conversation with the other attendees, but curious as she was, she loved to observe what was happening around her. She accidentally heard some tittle-tattles about him when the nauseating perfumed ladies there murmuring to each other behind their opened fans. With their high-pitched voices, they were talking non-stop about one of their favorite subjects – prospect suitors who worth their time. It wasn't a subject Hermione was fond of, but, when a freckled-face lady mentioned his name – Severus – between her shrieky annoying giggles, Hermione almost chocked on her biscuit. Severus, she imagined what kind of strict man having that name. Oh God, now she was about to find out whether he was lived up to his name or not.
The gossiping ladies at the ball kept talking about how immense his land was, how splendid his manor was, and other negligible things that she actually couldn't remember. But there was something that kept echoing in her mind. It was his reputation. Rumor had it that he was a dangerous wizard and a coldhearted bastard. Dangerous, yes, he was considered as a powerful wizard who didn't hesitate to use his power to get what he wanted. Coldhearted bastard, apparently there were some women who were trapped in his dark persona and got their hearts broken. It seemed likely that he didn't do commitment. Some romping in God's knew where and then he left.
"All done Missy, now up, up, miss," Nilly enthusiastic voice broke yet another Hermione's abstraction. Nilly dried Hermione's body as she stepped out of the bathtub. After putting a fluffy robes on, Hermione left the bathroom. Nilly followed after she emptied and cleaned the bathtub.
When she entered the bedroom, the door led into the room opened up so suddenly then closed with loud bang. Oh God. There he was.
She froze for a moment as she was captivated by the sight before her eyes; captivated by his dangerous figure. He, by far was the most menacing man she had ever met. He was wearing an unusual outer black cloak that looked billowing behind his figure. 'He must dressed up like that to intimidate people,' she muttered in her mind. After took a few steps forward, he finally stood up tall in front of her lithe body with his rather greasy black hair framing his face. He had a prominent hooked-nose and dark penetrating eyes that resembling deep and endless tunnels. His thin lips was curling up when he saw her up close.
"Leave us, Nilly," the lord said to the elf who was standing up not far behind Hermione.
"Yes, Master," Nilly answered then she disappeared with loud pop, leaving Hermione and her scrambled minds alone with the dark brooding man.
The lord came closer into her peripheral vision then he touched her still damp hair, making her startled. She seemed paralyzed by his sudden touch, her mind told her to move but her body wouldn't comply.
"So, Hermione Granger, isn't it?" he asked her with his deep baritone voice while his fingers kept touching her hair. "How old are you, girl?" he continued asking her, ignoring her mute response.
Hermione's mind was still frazzled by his closeness, her brain kept sending a warning signal all over her body at this sudden intrusion but her body couldn't proceed any response to her self-preservation. She looked so perplexed; standing still with rather gaping face.
Feeling his patient wearing thin, he took her chin in his fingers and made her looking at him. "Answer me when I ask something, girl. I don't like to repeat what I ask. Hmm, some innuendos says that you have a rather brilliant mind. But maybe that is just some falsehoods, as it seems that you cannot answer a simple question. Or maybe is it because a cat bit your tongue, girl?"
Hearing his blunt words made her ire rising up, she wanted nothing more than to spat at him but she held her emotions in check. It wouldn't do any good if she provoked him, she didn't want to make him behaving like a bear with a sore head on their very first meeting. She bit her tongue hard so that she didn't tempted to make a stupid retort. She counted to three on her head so that her anger would be cooled down a bit. Saying something without her brain's passing card wouldn't be wise. Trying not to sound like a trembling little girl she was, she tried her best to make a loud-voiced answer but her troubled state made her voice coming out as a timid reply, "I'll be eighteen in couple moons, sir."
Eighteen. Too young, unlike his usual taste, but then again, she was an exception, "Are you uninitiated, girl?"
"W—what?" she stammered hearing that question.
"Have you ever been touched by men before?" he asked her again, ignoring her uneasiness.
Epiphany hit her, "N—no, mother told me that fleshly gratification must be pursued only on marital bed, sir," blood warming her cheeks up when she delivered her answer. Dear lord, why he had to ask that kind of question to her? But true, she saved herself for her future husband, someone she surely could love and grow old with. She always dreamed that it would be with the one she had a crush on for quite some time, Ronald Weasley. If he could stop shoving his head up his ass and ceased being an imbecile, he would surely be a sweet partner. For the first time, she regretted her decision to keep her maidenhood intact. It was all for naught, now she had to give her precious first time to someone she didn't love. Thanks to her father for landing her in this muddled situations. Trapped in this foreign room with an equally foreign looming man. Her dream about building future with someone she loves one day was shattered beyond repaired.
'So young and virgin,' he muttered to himself. He kept his face straight after hearing her answer, but there was a glimmer on his obsidian eyes. He had a hunch about her virtuous status, but after hearing her confession he felt himself aroused. She was pure and he would be the first man who introducing her to the joy of salacious pleasures. Hell, if he could have his ways, he would make sure that he would be the only one that could do lecherous things to her. 'No other men could touch what's mine,' his possessive nature stroke at the thought.
Rarely had he felt the impulse to sully and taint virgins before. He preferred his women to be experienced, morally loose wench as he usually referred them. It was easier to maintain no string or so forth that way. Being with virgins could complicate things, naivetés sometimes had the tendency to attach themselves with the man they had their first sexual contentment with. He also didn't have the patient if he had to teach a woman all the things related to the sexual acts between man and woman. No, too much trouble, didn't worth the effort. Besides, he had besmirched so many things in his life and he didn't want to add defilement as one of his already myriad sins.
But this girl was different. He felt something enticing radiated from her when he saw her for the first time that night, on that New Year festive. Something piqued and ensnared his curiosity that time. His first impression about her was that she was a bushy-haired girl, no, young lady, with an overbearing temper. She probably was the type of woman who would domineering everyone with her bossy attitude and her swotty little mouth. Maybe that was the reason why no boys dared to ask her for a dance that night, even though she looked dazzling; wrapped up in her lilies hue dress. He wanted to shift his attention away from her as she was off-limit. 'Too young for you, Severus,' his common sense kept telling him. But, he simply couldn't drift his attention away. After further scrutiny, he found out that her mind was just as beautiful as her outer appearance was. She was a smart young lady who had a brilliant mind when asserting her opinion, regarding women's role on the society, to her insipid talking partner whom looked interested more to her breast rather than to her oration.
Her brilliance allured him, it would be perfect to have not only a responsive lover to keep his bed warm but also an intellectual talking partner. She seemed to have enough brain cells to engage in long conversations without him trying to snap at every turn. The women whom he usually involved with were simpleton that only good for bedding.
He hoped that he could find someone like her or at least someone close to her quality. Although that sounded like a preposterous thinking, even to his own ears that time. But right now, he believed that universe had his own sick and twisted ways to make an impossible thing became possible. How could not he believe that? He literally had his impossible dream came true. He got the young lady whom he had longed for, all for his own amusement. Thanks to her moronic father who made a deal with a devil, now he could trap her to fulfil his lascivious fantasies. He made a smirk on the corner of his lips while thinking about that.
Oh, god. She knew devil when she saw one. Her mind kept jumbling when she saw the evilly smirk he made. That was definitely not a good sign. She felt herself panicking, should she try to run and escape this oppressed room? Lord, this was the first time that she really didn't know what to do. Sure, she had few friends, including boys. So, being alone with opposite gender wasn't a new thing to her. But being alone with a man in a bedroom was definitely a new territory for her. Anxiety struck her and sweats began to form in her hands. She kept rubbing her hands to calm her pounding heart as her eyes glued to the floor.
Her demeanor enraptured him, "Relax and breathe, girl. I won't eat you, you know," he said with his soothing deep voice. 'Not right now, but later for sure,' he added a subtext to himself.
Trying to make a brave face, she said something that kept buggering her mind, "Why won't we talk after I finish dressing myself, sir. As it's improper for a young lady to be seen with just this kind of garment." She made her statement clear by clutching her robe tighter as if she was afraid that her thin attire would disappear suddenly.
'Talking about properness now, are we?' He chose to ignore her request as he tilted her chin up and made her looking at him, "Do you know why you are here, girl?"
She was silent for a moment but she finally made a quick answer when he made an unpleasant tsk'ed at her slow responsiveness. "Y—yes, sir."
"Good to know that we are on the same page. As you may already know, your own father sold you so that he could be freed from his indebtedness. So, do you know what that means, girl?"
He didn't let her to convey her answer as he leaned in and blew his timbre voice next to her ear, "Yes, you know what that means, right? It means that I own you," his voice dropped a few octaves when he continued to whisper against her ear, "true, I own your body and I am sure as hell I can do a lot of wicked things with your exquisite body."
She was supposed to be repulsed by the things that he just said but her body seemed to have another opinion on its own. Her common sense kept screaming 'What a lecherous man, don't fall to his trap, Hermione. You're a woman of your own, and no, he doesn't own you. Now, you better put yourself together. Take one of those candelabras on the table, hit him with it then run away as far as you can, Hermione.' Her mind kept telling her that, but her body wouldn't comply that command. It just froze in its place and wouldn't move an inch as his sensuous tone combined with his warm breath enfolded her and it was enough to make her body shivering.
He blew a puff of hot air then he gave a lick to her earlobe. Moving lower, he started to kiss and lick her neck, making her skin warm and wet on its trail. She gasped and squirmed as her heart started to pound heavily inside her chest. She had never felt like this before, so, she wasn't sure about how her body supposed to react. 'No, no deny it, Hermione. For god's sake, stop squirming. Don't give him the satisfaction.' Under the heavy fog, her mind kept echoing that command to her body. But that voice of a reason was getting weaker and weaker as his wicked acts clouded her sense more and more. Her mind jumbled when his lips reached and bit the juncture of her neck hard. She let out a shocking shriek when he did that. But that shriek quickly turned into a moan when he licked the abused skin to soothe the pain. She was startled when she heard her own voice, 'W—what sound was that? Was that my voice?' She was so ashamed of the way her body responding to his ministrations.
She was so lost on her own thought when, all of a sudden, he drew his body away from her. Flabbergasted, she froze in place as soon as she felt his warm body went away from her.
Rain that still pounding heavily outside the manor sent its chill across the room. So, after drawing himself away from her warm and pliant body, he waved his wand to light the extinguished fire in the hearth. "Now, that you know I own your body, I want a prelude to know it better. Open your robe and show every inch of your skin to me."
His command hit her hard and woke her conscience in its full force, "What? Are you kidding me? No! I will never do such a thing!" she dared to glare at him, showing him her defiance.
"Do you dare to defy me, girl?" he raised his voice a bit, feeling her brazenness against his order.
"NO! I won't degrade myself in front of malicious man like you!" she snapped at him. He might have her body but she still had her dignity. Losing her it along the way with her body surely would bruise her pride. So, she would try her best to keep it intact.
"Fine, do whatever you like, girl. If you won't obey me, go ahead. I will prepare a carriage to take you home. Then, I will seize all of your family's properties. I am pretty sure that your family will warmly accept you upon your arrival. And I am also sure that they will be delighted to be houseless and to be down and out people just for you." 'Shit!' he felt like a real bastard as soon as those words left his lips. Sure, he used to blackmail some people to do his bidding, but never an innocent woman like her. He hoped that whatever deities above them would forgive him for this dreadful sin. But, he had no other way to keep her. Once she flew away from his grasp, he would never catch her again.
'No, no,' her parents, especially her father, would loath her if she came back home and broke the deal. They didn't have any other place beside that house, they also had no close relative that would gladly take her family in. 'Oh, Lord, what should I do?'
The thought of being naked in front of him mortified her. She had never undressed in the company of other people before. She was ashamed of her own body. She always felt that she didn't have a proportional body, unlike Ginny and Luna. She was flat-chested little girl before, but suddenly when she hit the puberty, her breasts didn't stop growing. Having big breast made her self-conscious about not having well-formed and pert breasts like her friend's or her sister's. Because of that insecurities, she was accustomed to wear loose and ill-fitting clothes to hide her hideous bosom. She also had too wide hips and too thick legs. Nothing of her features would entice him. She was sure he would be repulsed by her naked appearance when he saw her. His previous lovers must had beautiful bodies, unlike hers, and she was so sure that he would laugh at her face at her hideousness then he would send her back to her family eventually.
Looking at her stillness, he observed her carefully. When she made serious face and wrinkle formed between her eyebrows, using legillimency, he carefully pried into her mind, snooping around to find out what she was thinking. He intruded her mind delicately so that she wouldn't feel his presence in her mind. After prying for a moment he finally found his answer. What she was thinking surprised him, he couldn't comprehend that irrational self-loathing opinion regarding her own body. That thought should be remedied soon.
"So, are you willing or unwilling to obey my behest girl?" he emphasized his point again.
His voice was startling her from her deep thought but she still didn't give him any answer. Hearing no response from her, he turned his body towards the door, preparing to leave the room. To make his performance more dramatic, he turned his head a little then spoke to fish her response further, "I understand that you won't do my bidding. So, this is goodbye then. I will prepare your transportation to bring you back home." He billowed his cloak a bit, pretending to make a grand exit. He knew it was wicked of him to make her made a decision under her unsteady emotions, but he never claimed to be a virtuous man.
When he started to walk towards the door, frail hand held his cloak, trying to stop him to go further. With the little courage she could muster, she finally spoke to him, no, more like whispering into thin air between them, "I, I will do your bidding but please don't send me away, sir." Her little bravery could only manage to make her let out those words but not enough to make her facing him directly.
Smirking inwardly, he turned his body and faced her, "So, I have your consent then. What are you waiting for, girl? Do you forget what I asked you earlier? Should I repeat it again? Strip now, girl!"
His commanding voice seemed to do the trick. With trembling hands, she started to untie her belt and let her robe passing over her shoulders then dropped to her feet. She couldn't bear the shame of the situation so she closed her eyes, imagining she was somewhere else: a place where she was safe, a place where there was no beast who was ready to pounce on her. Her shaking hands tried to cover a little modesty she could pertain albeit it was a useless gesture as her attempt couldn't really keep his eyes from roaming over her porcelain skin.
Yes, he couldn't take his eyes from her exquisite body after her robe hit the floor. Many words emerged into his mind watching her naked for the first time: beautiful, enticing, ripe little temptress.
"No, move your hands, girl. I want to see all of you."
She moved her hands to her side timidly as he commanded.
"Open your eyes and keep your eyes on me, girl. Look at me while I adore your divine body", he ordered her sensuously.
'Divine?' Her ears must beguile her but she didn't want to ignite his ire if she threw some shade at that remark so she slowly opened her eyes and tried to look at him. His eyes seemed darker than before and something lurking behind those deep obsidian eyes; something that she couldn't put a finger on. His eyes on her made her body electrified and her fine hair prickled.
Unfocused, she startled when he came closer to where she was standing then touched and nuzzled her hair. His hands framed her delicate face as she felt his hot lips touching and delivering small kisses to her brow then her cheek. She could smell his peppermint breath when his lips hovering just above hers. "Have you ever been kissed before?" his breathing tickled her lips when he asked.
"No, never, sir," she answered him truthfully.
"Good," with that answer he kissed her lips for the first time. Her blood became hot in her veins when his lips touched hers, that hot blood run through her veins on high speed, making her slightly light-headed. His cold lips felt so soft against her warm ones. At first, his kisses was slow as he planted closed kisses against her lips. Then gradually it became impatient and demanding as he started to suck and nibble her lower lip. She tried to keep her body still, making no response towards his kiss. But she gasped when he gave her lower lip a playful bite, he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into her hot cavern. Merlin's pants, she tasted sweet and clean and he couldn't get enough of her taste. Whether because of her inexperience or her reluctant, or probably both, her tongue remained still when his tongue teased hers. But it was more than enough for now. With one last bite to her lower lip, his lips moved and started to kiss her long neck. He inhaled her vanilla scent when he nuzzled the hair behind her ear. He hated her unresponsiveness, he had to make her relating his touch with pleasure. He wanted to make her body lose control under his touch, lose all of her restrain.
His lips curled into a vicious smirk as she was finally responding to his touch; she squirmed and mewled when his hands traveled south and cupped her luscious breasts. Pleased to hear her soft mewl, he continued to massage then squeeze her ample orbs, making her body quivered. Her breasts was overflowing under his hands; it felt so soft and supple under his ministrations. He kept teasing her by circling his fingers around her pink areolas but avoiding to touch her nipples. She let a soft groan when he touched and tugged her pointy nubs. She covered her mouth with her hands to keep her moans muffled when he did that. But she couldn't hold a loud moan when she felt his hot mouth on one of her nipple.
God knew she did try her best to make her body still. She didn't want him to have more pleasure if she gave him any indication that she was welcoming his touch on her. She even bit her tongue to keep her body from responding to his touch. Yes, the pain she caused was overriding the strange sensation she felt for a moment. But it didn't last long, she felt her legs weakened when his mouth joined his fingers to do indecent things to her body. He tortuously licked and lapped her nipple while his hand kept pinching and tugging the other. Her body was trembling as the sensation she felt on her nipples went straight to her quim. It was unlike any sensation she'd ever felt, it was like butterflies fluttered inside the lower part of her stomach. She buckled and her body became limp when he suddenly bit her nipple. Before her legs gave up, she leaned against his body. She didn't even have the energy to struggle when he picked her up then put her on the soft mattress.
He liked what he saw: her naked body draped on the white mattress with her bushy dark mahogany hair sprawled around and framed her angelic face. Damn, she looked like a delicious gourmet ready to be ravaged. But he needed to control his already indomitable libido, it would do no good if he rushed thing and scared her. With someone too logical like her, he must thread things carefully. He had to do a slow torturous temptation until she yearn to his touch. After she started to bend herself to his will, he would show her his true colors. He would make her his possession, enslaved her to his dark passion. Patient, yes, he had to add that word to his dictionary this time. Using excessive force so early to tame her on their unorthodox relationship would only make her snap and run away from him at some point. Yes, he had to forbear his ego a little bit until he could taming the shrew out of her.
Examining and adoring her body once again from her dainty toes to the top to her legs, his eyes lingered lengthy on the soft brown curl on the apex of her legs that hid her treasure. As if she felt his burning eyes on her skin, she tried to cover her breasts and her quim from his wandering eyes. He didn't snarled at her when she did cover her body that time. Instead, after appeasing his hungry eyes, he walked away to the bathroom. But, he reappeared in to the room a minute later and she realized that he brought something on his hand. He put those things on the table beside the bed then undo his outer cloak, revealing white shirt underneath. She felt herself panicked, frightened to the things he would do to her. She abruptly sat and retreated backwards until her back hit the headboard, trying to make some distance with his intimidating figure. 'No, no, I'm not ready. He's going to rape me,' she felt her chest tighten at that thought. Was it too late for her to run then? The thought of her living on the street, being homeless, wasn't that bad compared to the thought of him taking her maidenhead by force.
After putting his cloak on the armchair, he looked at her cowering body, "Breath, girl. Don't you worrying yourself much, I won't do anything today. Like I said before, I only want to get to know your body better. So, relax girl and come here," he made a gesture to make her come closer. When she didn't move and complied his order, he dragged her by her legs until she was laying back on the bed. She was struggling to free herself from his hands. She would not surrender herself without a fight. She tried hard to hit and kick even clawing at his skin while shouting some pleas — anything to get away from him — but with no avail. He could easily overpowering her with his strength. He had enough of this little rebellion, he held her hands tightly above her head and pressed his body against her legs to cease her struggling. When he finally felt her body became limp and stopped hassling, he put his fingers on her face to make her looking at him.
No. The very sight of his face truly frightened her more than before, he looked so enraged. She had angered her father so many times she couldn't even remember to count anymore as it was easy to inflame his wrath with just little provocation lately. But his angry face was hilarious for her to watch: his eyes would bulge out and his puffy face became redder like spoiled tomato. She had to bow her head down, trying to make fearful and rueful expression, while he was scolding her. But, it was all an act as she was neither feeling afraid nor feeling any remorse. She had to bow so that her father couldn't see a smirk forming on her lips as she tried her best to keep her giggling at bay. But with this man, it was different. She had never seen those kind of expression before: unlike his father, his eyes weren't bulge out and his pale complexion didn't change its color. His lips sneered while his squinted pitched-black eyes became even colder without reflecting any light it absorbed. Riling him was a really moronic thing to do. And for the first time she did really feel afraid of someone's wraith as his cold stare truly induced a spine-chilling fear inside her body.
Red. He was seeing red. There were scratch marks on his left cheek caused by her struggling. He already abandoned his resolution to be patient with her. Patient could go to hell and he didn't even care a bit. His forbearance was growing thin. The little chit wouldn't comply his soft way so the hard way it was. A little punishment would do the trick.
"Are you quite done defying me, girl? You didn't comply when I asked nicely, so maybe you prefer me commanding you harshly? It is fine by me, girl. You will get exactly what are you hoping for," his deep angry voice was reverberating across the room.
Her fine hairs prickled when he picked her up from the bed then put her down rather hard on the cold floor. Her buttocks would surely be sore tomorrow. He stood menacingly above her. He was staring at her for a moment then muttered something she didn't understand. Suddenly, she heard tinkling sound above her and a chain appeared from the ceiling. It was an iron chain with leather handcuffs at the end.
"Stand up, girl!" he barked.
"No, please don't punish me, sir," she begged him. Her lips suddenly became dry and creeping-fear was crawling on her veins when she saw the chain.
"Do not defy me further, girl. Up now or your punishment will be more severe," he softened his tone a bit when he saw her frightened expression then he offered his hand to help her up.
Shakily she took his hand and stood up, she complied his order as she didn't want to aggravate him further. He took her hands, put it up above her head then cuffed it to the chain. The hard surface of the leather cuffs irritated her soft skin. She felt so foolish, standing naked in the middle of the room with her breasts stood invitingly while he was circling her. Merlin, she looked like an exposed and defend less prey who readied to be pounced and munched by its predator.
Her body became still and her senses were on full-alert when he stopped abruptly and stood behind her. His warm breath caressed her when he nuzzled the hair behind her ear.
"I think the little bad girl needs to be punished so she can behave accordingly," he whispered to her ear as his hand stroking her smooth back with its rough fingers, up and down so slowly. Then, she felt his hands grabbing her derrieres. He gave a squeeze to each of her cheek then retreated away from her. She couldn't turn her head to see him, to see what he was planning to do to her.
Without warning, she felt his heavy hand landed on her right cheek. She screamed when the loud smack echoed in the room. A white blotch resembling his hand appeared on her meaty cheek and then it turned to a deep, angry red. It was painful, tiny droplet of tears formed on the corner of her eyes. She had never been spanked before. She always been a good girl, she had done nothing extreme that made her parents have to lay a hand on her. Before she could compose herself, she felt another swat hit her left cheek. It was harder this time, the pinching and the burning sensation was even more agonizing. He continued to deliver swats on her derrieres until he could hear her sobbing and whimpering in pain. She was begging him to stop, pleading to him between her sniveling but he kept landing his hand on her already sore bottom. She couldn't remember how many swats he gave her. After receiving her twentieth spank, she lost her counting. Pain made her mind foggy she couldn't think straight anymore. By the time he was done, her derrieres were stinging and aching painfully. She was sure that her derrieres were reddened with so many handprints. He never spanked her in the same place twice in a row but it still burned like hell.
Her nose was runny and her cheeks was damp from her shedding tears. She felt a warm hand wiping away her tears. He continued to caress her cheek until she leaned her face against his hand. She was hoping that this gesture would soften his heart and he would cease her punishment.
"Please forgive me, sir," she was begging him earnestly with her trembling voice.
"I have forgiven you, my girl. This isn't merely a punishment for your cheek, but you need to be taught a lesson. If you follow my orders compliantly I will treat you considerately. But if you disregard my orders defiantly I can be really unpleasant. But I promise you that I will never do something that can cause you any damage. I will never do anything beyond your limitations. So, choose wisely how to behave yourself, girl." He touched her lips with his thumb then bent down and gave her a soft lingering kiss, she really wanted to shift her face and avoid this kind of caress from him but she knew better than that.
He drew back, watching her red-rimmed eyes for a moment then taking something out of his pocket. It was a small silky black fabric. He put the fabric to cover her eyes, "Now, I will give you a little time to contemplate your lesson, girl." With that, he turned around and walked out the room. With a soft creak, his footsteps faded as he strode away, leaving her alone. Corrected: alone, naked, and tied.
She felt a bit relieved when she heard him leaving the room. But her physical condition was doing no better after his departure. With her eyes covered, her other senses were heightened. In her lonesomeness, she could hear the fire cracking in the hearth, burning the logs that warming and sending fresh pines aroma across the room. But, unfortunately for her, heightened senses also meant heightened her receptive sense. She felt the pain on her derrieres doubled then as her receptive sense seemed to focus on it. Her nervous systems kept on sending signal from her sore derrieres to her brain that could be translated as 'Curse him, her bottom felt so sore and burned like hell' to her. Her hands were itching to touch her rosy pink derrieres, wanting to rub her stinging bottom to alleviate the pain. She pulled her hands, trying to free her hands from the chain, but her attempt only made the rough-surfaced cuffs rubbing uncomfortably against her wrists.
Aside from the pain on bottom, her arms had become weary and her legs started to cramp. The coarse surface of the leather cuffs also afflicted her skin even more. She also felt dizzy and nauseous as she ate almost nothing for more than a day. She couldn't eat anything, her stomach always churned when she thought about being away from her home.
She didn't know how long she'd been in that position. She felt like she'd been standing there for hours. Every muscle on her arms and her legs was protesting. She kept waiting and trying to hear his faint footsteps but all she could hear was soft cackling in the hearth and thunder rumbling afar. She tried to keep her legs steady. But after a while her legs were on the verge of giving up and her vision started to grow blurry, blurry, blur – then suddenly everything went black.