Awakening Ch. 02: The Other Side

"Go stand by the table", he said, indicating with his hand the table that stood behind the cross.

She walked to the table slowly, then stood by it, facing him. He waited and watched her. She looked at him warily, but as he waited her gaze became unfocused. Her complexion was pale, despite her sobbing earlier. She seemed to be fighting tiredness and as far from aroused as can be. Looked like pain wasn't her thing either. Too bad for her that he had been wanting to fuck her since their earlier meeting and he wasn't into self denial.

"Turn around", he said sharply and he could see her startle. Her eyes focused on him, but she hesitated. He had no desire to spend anymore time waiting for her to come to her senses, so he walked over to where she was, gripped her by both shoulders and spun her around. He placed his right hand at her upper back and pushed her down forcefully.

She whimpered, pushed back against him, but her petite body did not have nearly enough muscle to withstand him. He roughly spread her legs, using his own and with his free hand he pulled her dress up. She was trying to get her arms under her to get leverage to push up, so he quickly let her go, grabbed both of her wrists in his and pressed them down on her back, pulling them higher towards her shoulders until he felt resistance and heard her yelp "Ow, ow, ow."

She stopped struggling immediately, but he did not let go. She turned her head to the side and he could see a rosy color had spread on her cheeks. She was breathing heavier. He smirked and let his gaze land on her panties instead. They had no frills or lace and were cut to cover about half of her ass. They were white, except for the discoloured spot right around her pussy. He could feel his own heart rate pick up as he remembered the wetness he had felt when he had grabbed it earlier.

He gripped both of her wrists in his right hand again, keeping her pushed down and with his left he grabbed her mound firmly. She went up on her tiptoes and he heard a small whimper. Pushing the fabric aside he rubbed his fingers across her pussy, her labia and her clit. There was some wetness there, but not nearly enough for a smooth entry. Tough luck.

He let her mound go long enough to open his pants and push his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. He bit back a groan as it did. Keeping her panties shoved to the side he placed the head at her pink entrance and leaned over her until his lips touched her ear. She stiffened beneath him. He removed his right hand from her wrists, now trapping her with his body and gripped her hip with it, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Scream." He hissed in her ear and watched for the second it took for her to close her eyes tightly before he forced his cock inside her warmth. She screamed. His lips curved in a nasty smile as he didn't pause and pulled back to slam into her again. Friction rubbed his cock as her tight cunt tried to accommodate itself around him. He groaned and eased up a little, but set a steady pace where he held her hips firmly as he pushed himself inside of her again and again.

"Get it into your head that you're mine. My sub, my slave, my slut, my whore, my wife if I wanted it so." He growled into her ear, punctuating each statement with a stroke of his cock. She only grunted with each.

He held onto her with one hand and with the other reach underneath her. Wriggling his hand between her and the table and finding one of her breasts, their size slightly enhanced by the dress bunched up beneath them. Groping and pinching her nipples he enjoyed the way it made her cunt clench around him and some natural lubrication was allowing him to speed up and fuck her faster.

"Your tits aren't very spectaculair," he said, lips by her ear again, "but don't worry about it, no fucktoy is perfect." She gave a half moan, half sob as reply.

To his mild surprise, though, he could feel her actually getting wet around him. Not just the wetness of an invaded pussy, but he could hear her juices now every time his hips met her ass and when he pulled back. He still did not know if it was his words or his actions that caused it, but he would not stop to figure that out now.

"Listen to yourself." He said without stopping. He could feel his orgasm building and his breath was faster, more shallow.

"Your secret is revealed, you're not a submissive at all, you're just a little slut who gets off on being taken like a worthless girl, good for nothing except being a toy." He said mockingly.

She whimpered in protest, feebly trying to shake her head as her cheeks flushed. All the same he could now feel her juices coating his balls. Her cunt was gripping him. He had no clue whether she was close to cumming or not, nor did he care. He stood back up straight and continued to pull her back on him. She swiftly moved her arms to over her head, but made no move to get away.

The table shook against the glass panel, but he barely heard it. Just a little more was all he needed. Suddenly she began to murmur, somewhat incoherently.

"Wait.. wait stop.. condom.. you didn't.."

He heard it, but ignored it as he slid his cock in her once more, twice more, then held still, shooting his seed deep inside of her. He held her there until the last of it emptied out of him and he shuddered. He contemplated having her clean him, but when he looked at her he saw small teardrops pooling in her glazed eyes. He sighed. He didn't want her running too soon.

So instead he pulled out of her, slipping her panties back in place before his cum could flow out of her and smacked her ass hard. She yelped, then whimpered, but didn't move. As he was zipping up his pants again he heard her say, "Can I get up now.. Master?" In a carefully composed voice.

"Yes, girl. Up and home." He replied. For a moment he hesitated, wondering whether to address her earlier babbling or not, then said, "You've been tested, I've been tested and your form says you're on birth control. If you lied about that, it's your problem, not mine."

She stood up, rearranging her dress and awkwardly clenching her legs together. She shuddered. He raised an eyebrow at her in question. She shook her head. He shrugged and gave her a last look.

"Next Friday, early." Then turned and walked away.

—-

Kaim opened his eyes, slowly, blinking a few times, then looked at Damien.

"Happy?"

"You like her."

"So what, she's not the first I've liked, won't be the last."

"Hm." Was his only reply. Kaim was silent. After the challenge Damien had provided her with, she wasn't going to be early, he thought bitterly. He'd have to adapt his plan for her punishment.

"Do me a favor," he said, reaching into the pocket of his pants and taking out a stack of something that looked like business cards and placing them on the bar. "Hand these out to anyone that comes in today, until Amy comes in that is. I have something I need to take care of. I'll be back."

Kaim got up and turned towards the door.

"She won't be early." Damien said, echoing his own thoughts.

He halted for a moment, turning back and with a smirk on his face said, "I'm counting on it".