Chapter 5

Special thanks to MaggYme, who gave me the inspiration to update on this story!

I woke to the feeling of someone stroking through my hair. It was really nice actually. IK very slowly opened my eyes, watching Riddick sitting beside me, his hand in my hair. his eyes watching me very intensely.

'I made us some food,' he told me gently. I shuddered at the sound of his deep voice and then instantly remembered what he had done to me. How he had penetrated me deeply. I shuddered and tried to sit up, wincing when I did. It hurt between my legs, scaring me.

He seemed to notice my discomfort.

'How are you feeling, angel?' he then asked, his eyes shimmering. I swallowed. Did he want me to be honest?

I looked away, but within a second his hand found my cheek, reconnecting our eyes.

'It pains you, between your legs.' It was not even a question. He just stated the fact of my discomfort. But the pain was not the only thing that hurt me. He frightened me beyond measure. His enormous muscular body and deep voice. He was the definition of complete dominance.

I slowly nodded, a single tear falling from my eye. He sighed, wiping the tear away.

'I know I hurt you, angel. But next time will feel better, trust me.' Those words made me even more afraid. He seemed to sense if for he gently caressed my cheek, for the moment ignoring my shivering body.

'I will not have you again so soon. You can relax your muscles. Come,' he told me. He stood and watched me slowly rise from the bed. I watched around me for anything I could cover myself with, freezing when he reached me a shirt, pants and panties. I slowly took the items from his hands, dressing myself rather quickly, earning a chuckle. He waited until I was dressed, then motioned for me to follow him. I bit my lip when I felt even more pain between my legs and in my muscles as I walked through the house.

He had placed some bread and meat on the table, a can of water in the middle of it all.

He pulled a chair for me to take.

'You need to eat, to regain the energy for your muscles to heal.'

I watched him tore a piece of the bread and placing it before me, adding some meat. He then took the seat on the other side of the table, instantly biting into his piece of bread.

I swallowed, my throat dry in fear. He probably was right, but I felt nauseous only thinking about swallowing anything right now.

'Eat,' he ordered when I had not touched anything. My eyes met his slowly, uncertain. He was watching me, not shame anywhere written on his face. I wondered if he even know what shame was. He was chewing the bread, then the meat.

'You are not leaving this table before finishing the food.' I swallowed again, watching his eyes briefly, before tearing a small piece of the bread, placing in in my mouth. It tasted dry and old, but I managed to chew on it before swallowing. It felt strange to have someone care for me, almost forcing me to eat and rest.

It just was not natural and made no sense to me.

'I can sense your fear, it is wasted energie,' he spoke suddenly. I had been staring at the table, now again meeting his eyes shortly.

'But I understand it.' It were those words that made me look briefly at him again. Did he truly?

'Eat more.'

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After I had tried some of the meat and finished most of the bread, he nodded when I asked if I could use the bathroom. I slowly stood, wincing when I felt the pain come back. I turned and walked towards the bathroom. I threw some water in my face and relieved my bladder. Staring in the mirror I saw my white face. How could be want me, had he even seen the way I looked?

My body ached from the blows it had taking a few days earlier, but this pain between my legs, the bleeding, that scared me even more.

The words he had said. Calling me his mate, talking about bonding…. It scared me. All I had wanted was safety, and him saving me from the other guy a few days prior had felt just like that. Until yesterday.

I shuddered thinking about his to thick and long manhood. I had never even thought about such things, never had the need. And he had touched me so much, spearing me painfully over and over again. I felt tears well up in my eyes thinking about how helpless I had felt last night.

Would he force himself inside me again soon? He told me he did not want me to hurt, but I needed to be his completely. How often would he take me then?

I shuddered and gasped when knocking came. He only knocked once before he opened the door and stepped inside.

'Are you alright, little mate? What is taking you so long?' I unconsciously made myself smaller, not meeting his eyes.

My silence seemed to trigger something in him.

'Come,' he told me, stepping in further, gently taking my hand and pulling me with him. I was still shivering and feeling cold, what he seemed to notice too. He stopped and pulled me even closer, then pulling me in his arms, and of the ground.

'You are cold, and in distress.' Again it was no question, but a statement. He walked us back to the bedroom and gently placed me on the bed. I was panicking remembering what he could do to me here. What he had already done.

He closed the bedroom door and then turned, towering over me.

'I can smell your distress, your fear.' He slowly started removing his clothing, what caused me to cry again. He would force me again. He would hurt me again. I was not sure what to do. Should I run?

He removed all the items he wore and then turned himself to me. I shuddered and felt more tears stream down my face.

'Come, undress,' he told me. He pulled me closer and started with my pants, pulling them swiftly off my legs. My shirt followed. He released me then, sitting on the edge of the bed. I could not help but watch his manhood stand form again. It was really enormous, like everything about him.

'You should not worry yourself so, I will not mate with you tonight.' Even though he said that, I was not feeling any better at all. He sighed and crawled over me, removing my panties.

'In my bed I want you naked, always.' He pulled the covers over us, pulling me in his arms. He kept me close to his chest and I felt one of his legs slit itself between my legs, opening me up a bit. I froze even more. He hushed me gently.

'You are so cold, my body will warm you angel. Not hurt you.' I was still afraid, still waiting for him to turn me again before he would penetrated me again. I was almost holding my breath, while waiting. His breathing was steady, firm and it helped me relax a bit.

'Try to relax angel. I know you are scared.' I was pushed flat against him, his arms around me, on of them gently stroking my bare side. He hummed a deep tone, what surprisingly, soothed me a bit. I swallowed and closed my eyes, trying not to focus on his leg between mine and his hard manhood probing at my leg.

Within moments I was feeling warm again and however I was still so afraid, in a strange way he soothed me, made me more relaxed, so I could finally drift off in a deep slumber.