Sorry I haven't updated in, like a loooonnnng time! Here is the third chapter of Possession! And as a side note, if spanking and that stuff isn't your thing, stop reading, and pick out a story more your speed, okay? In my book, Slenderman is very possessive-hence the title 'Possession'- and he will do everything to make sure that Celeste knows who she belongs to. Without further adieu, I present the next chapter of Possession!
He grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the soft covers of the bed, while she kicked at him. He refused to allow this- this girl to disrespect him that much; he'd show her who was really in charge.
She struggled, but to know avail; he was too strong, and she knew it.
"Let me go!" Celeste screamed, pulling against him, kicking and biting at him. Slenderman narrowed his eyes and took in her lovely, red coloured skin, and fought her down, holding her hands behind her back so that she couldn't hit him.
"You need to learn your place, little one. One day, I'll run out of patience and might do something to you. And, really? Fuck you? That was the best you could come up with?" He raised an eyebrow, while anger simmered in her eyes.
"Oh, well! Fuck. You." She stared him straight in the eyes while she said it, enunciating each word.
"You may not want to tempt me, love. I may just force you."
"What, the way you did when I sleep walked to you?"
"I didn't force you, then. You wanted it." He told her calmly while she visibly shook with frustration and ire.
"I did not!" She retorted.
"Well, you were quite wet when I fucked you." He said, stretching out the word, 'fucked'.
"I couldn't help that! That was just- just the way my body was supposed to respond!" She yelled at him, embarrassment colouring her skin as she refused to look at him.
"Then why did you have that dream about me last night?" He asked her, smirking mischievously. Celeste's eyes widened in shock and humiliation.
"W-what?! NO! You-you're WRONG! I- I did not!" She sputtered while Slenderman grinned like someone who had all the dirt on a movie star.
"Okay, then. Why were you moaning in your sleep? Why did you mutter, 'fuck me'? Why were you crying out my name?" He asked her, each question hitting her full force, making her quiver. God, why was he so fuckable? She wondered miserably, feeling herself get wet when he said fuck for the third time that day.
He had the most intricate senses in the world. Meaning, that he could smell her arousal, and it made his mouth water like crazy. He wanted her. He wanted nothing more than to tear off her lingerie and bury his face in her pussy, but he also knew that it would frighten her. And arouse her, but frighten her for the most part, so he held himself back, reminding himself that he could do it another time.
"I- I wasn't! I was probably talking about someone else, and it just sounded like your name!" She yelled at him. The thought of her and another man made him see red, but he knew that she was lying, and she wanted him, but didn't want to admit to it. Instead, he gave her a half-grin half-smirk and said with a cocky tone,
"Whatever you want to believe, love." She growled and attempted to punch his chest, but what she didn't know was that he wasn't as vulnerable as humans were. Just because a punch like that would harm a regular guy didn't mean it could hurt him. If anything, he felt a slight smack, but that was it. "Did you just try to punch me?" Incredulity was showing in his voice as she glared at him. Celeste still hadn't warmed up to him as much as he wished, but it could be worse, he supposed.
"Yes. I certainly did." The pride was standing out brighter than a neon green shirt in a greyscale closet. Slenderman sighed and easily lifted her up, sitting her down on his lap and basically trying to make her feel as uncomfortable as he possibly could. All it took was his hand slowly running up the length of the inside of her thigh. She shivered and tried to push him away, remembering how nice it felt, and knowing that if she gave into him again, not only would it give him a reason to gloat even more, but it would be diminishing the rest of her dignity; she wouldn't let that happen.
"Stop that!" She told him angrily, pushing away his hand and scrambling to get as far away as possible from him, which wasn't very far, since he just crept up to her as soon as she backed away.
"Why should I?" He asked her, with a cocky grin on his face. She wanted both to slap that smile right off and to kiss him- no, Celeste! You do NOT want that!
"B-because I said so!" She stammered, growing nervous as his eyes darkened a few shades.
"You aren't in charge, love. I am." He growled at her. This guy was definitely a dominant; it was plain as day. He took what he wanted, and expected them to comply. If they didn't he'd punish them. He enjoyed being in charge, that much was simple. Yet, why would he want someone like her?
She was short, didn't have nice breasts like she saw in the magazines, her eyes were too dark, they weren't expressive like her friends' were, her legs weren't curvy enough, her skin wasn't tan enough.
She wasn't particularly pretty, yet he chose her.
Why?
Maybe… maybe there was more than a physical side? She thought. Maybe he likes me not just for the way I look. Maybe he… Celeste quickly shook her head, refusing to believe anything like that; it was highly unlikely, and other than that, it probably wouldn't go over well with Annabelle.
Although, Celeste didn't think that her twin really gave two shits about her or who she decided to be with.
They'd had a falling-out, so to speak. After their parents' deaths, they fought over the will, eventually settling it, but then argued about Annabelle's boyfriend, who decided to kiss Celeste, and her sister found out about it. They haven't spoke to each other since. It made her sad to not know how her sister was doing, but she'd get through her life. At least she had Slendy.
"I do believe you are thinking just a bit too hard, little one." His voice interrupted her thoughts, instantly making her frustrated. She hated it when people interrupted her quiet time, because when they did, she would barely remember what deep topic she'd be thinking about.
"Well, I'm not!" She glared at him, attempting to shove him off of the bed, ending up with her in his lap, face-down. With an amused glance at her, Slenderman said,
"Hmm… didn't know that you were into bondage, Celeste. You just seemed too… innocent." She felt herself blush. Yes, she was into- that. But how dare he say that she was too innocent! What a self-righteous prick!
"I'll have you know that I am NOT too innocent for something like that! God, like you know anything about me!" She shouted, moving to get off of his upper thighs, which made him push her back down onto his lap again.
"I actually know more about you than you think. I know about the nights you get off by masturbating to the thought of me. I also know about your dreams of being held captive and spanked. I'm not as ignorant to you as you think I am."
Blushing, Celeste struggled to get as far away from this man who knew her deepest desires, yet only succeeded in rubbing herself against him in a most provocative manner, which, mind you, she didn't want at all!
"Get away from me!" She yelled, trying to push him away from her, but he wouldn't let her go.
"You're the one who fucked herself to the images of me; you're the one who has some strange urge to touch me- I can literally feel it-; you're the one who fell on top of me, and you have the nerve to tell me to get off of you?" Her face flushed as she just stopped struggling, and gave up.
"Good girl," he crooned, stroking his hands along her hair, her back. It made her shiver delightfully. Not that she'd tell him that. Suddenly, a hand came down on her barely covered arse, making her gasp in shock.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" She yelled, refusing to admit that she sort of, kind of, just a little bit liked it.
"Deciding to let you know what your fantasies are actually like," he said, bringing his hand down three more times before pausing and running his hand over the red skin on her backside soothingly before resuming spanking her.
Oh, he knew how much she liked it, as much as she decided to deny it, because he could smell her easily, the scent becoming much more prominent as he continued.
"Stop! Please, stop, I can't-!" She stuttered out, trying not to let him know just how aroused she was, and not knowing how badly she was failing.
He loved the way she smelled. It was sweet and tangy, and he knew it was for him, and him only.
"You can't what?" He asked her, still slapping her arse, admiring the way it jiggled back and forth, before doing it again.
"I can't take it!" She screamed, doing everything she could to get far away from him, but to no avail, for he still held her close to him, although he did discontinue spanking her, much to her relief and disappointment.
She liked it, but she refused to let him know how much she liked it. He quickly let her go, right after smelling her delightful scent, and got her a pair of actual underwear, a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt that he'd stolen from her house. But... when did he get the chance to go into her house?!
"Here. Put these on." He demanded, praying that she wouldn't ask questions. It must've been too much to ask, though.
"Are these my clothes? Why would you go into my house?" She asked him, putting her hands on her hips, standing in all her angry glory. Slenderman didn't think he could have found a sight so lovely.
"I took them when you were asleep at 2 in the morning," he shrugged as if it didn't even matter. That served to piss Celeste off, though she wasn't going to push her luck; at least she now had regular clothes. Well, she would as soon as she put them on herself.
"Well, I suppose I do have clothes that are more… my taste. Thank you." She leaned in and gently pecked him on his cheek and blushed. He smiled. Maybe this was going better than he'd originally thought.