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You felt yourself pulled from your somewhat restful slumber almost violently as a heavy hand began its slow descent down your bared midriff. Before you could even fully gain consciousness, you felt the painful twinge in your abused genitals as your body anticipated that hands intentions.
With a weak groan, you flopped your head to the side. When you wearily opened your eyes, you found yourself looking directly into the cerulean orbs of your captor. "Oh, Darling," He purred, his hand stilling, thankfully, as he tilted his head. "I didn't mean to wake you." Sure you didn't.. "How did you sleep?"
You narrowed your eyes up at him, acutely aware to the way YB's thumb was now tracing circles just above the hem of your panties. The knowledge that his hand was just a few inches away from your vagina elicited another aching twang from your nether regions. The last vestiges of sleep began to steadily fade away as you focused on different sensations, such as the soreness of your arms, the stinging of your bound wrists, and the pain in your legs and your back. With a sigh, you called out his name. "YB..Please..."
Mistaking your plea for something else, he began to dip his hand even lower. His thumb caught in the band of your underwear as his hand moved, dragging the undergarment lower down your hips. You let out another whine as you pleaded yet again, "Please. Please, YB, don't." Your voice came out pathetically quiet, but you were thankful at the slight pause in his movements. Without thinking, you closed your eyes and let out a breath of relief.
"Y/N?" You moved your head to look back up at him. He was hovering over you now, his eyes holding an degree of concern and an unmistakeable amount of lust. You felt another rush of relief when you felt the pressure of his hand leave your crotch only to flinch a second later when he cupped your barely clothed breast. Swiping his thumb over your nipple, he began to tease at the bud as he leaned in. "Y/N..." His voice was husky and intimidating, and just before he could press his lips to yours, you threw your head to the other side.
You didn't have to turn your head to see how hurt and angry he was at your rejection. You could feel it in the way the hand pawing at your breast stiffened. You could hear it in the huff of his breath against your ear.
His leg swung overtop of your hips to straddle you as his hands were removed from your body in order to grab at your face. He positioned your head so that, short of closing your eyes, you had no choice but to look at him. "Y/N.." The husky, lustful tone in his voice was gone, replaced by one that held more of a warning hint to it. You met his eyes easily, finding that the growing sense of defeat in your chest wasn't enough to give in completely.
You held your gaze for a minute or two. When he was satisfied that you would not turn your head from him again, he released his grip on your face. Settling his large hands on the mattress beside your head, YB pinned you beneath his weight as his eyes scanned your face for any hint of disobedience. Finding nothing in your weary expression, he leaned in to kiss you again, one hand moving from beside your head to recapture your tender breast. You allowed him to melt his lips to yours, his tongue lapping at your bottom lip until you gave in to his desires.
You could feel something unpleasant stirring within you. It coiled in your gut like arousal was supposed to, like arousal might have had it been anyone else. The strain of your arms above your head grounded you, made the next few moments just slightly more bearable, as you endured beneath him. His prehensile tongue glided over your considerably limp one, coating it with enough saliva that, for a moment, you feared you might drown.
When he finally pulled away, you coughed and sputtered. Every single seize of your body trying to force air into your lungs sent another shockwave through your aching back, reminding you of the end goal that this man had.
Not that you needed to be reminded. His cock was pressing hard against you through his pants.
YB's eyes were too busy roving over your body to notice the dread that had begun to overtake you. "YB. I need to rest."
Your words fell on deaf ears as his hands all but ripped the meager tank top you were wearing down, freeing your breasts. His fingers raked over your sensitive skin before his head dropped. His body slid further down yours to give him easier access to your flesh, which he hungrily took into his mouth. He began to mumble what he must have thought were compliments, his voice coming out muffled as he tried to talk while his tongue was running along your body, coating you with his saliva. You trembled below him, your legs fighting to twist out from underneath him. "YB. Please." Briefly, he paused to glance up at you. You decided to take advantage of the small amount of attention you had gained, quickly emphasizing, "Please, I need to rest."
You felt tears of joy well up in your eyes as he rose from your body. That joy was quickly dashed when you realized that, just by looking into his eyes, you could tell what he was thinking. But you did rest. You hated how in-tune you had become with your captor. The knowledge that you knew him well enough to anticipate his thoughts made that unpleasant feeling curdle within your gut. Bile pooled in the back of your throat, and, with a thick gulp, you spoke before he could have a chance to. "I-it hurts, YB. I need some rest. You need to give me some time."
You watched as his gaze unfocused slightly at the pleading tone in your voice. His voice came out in a deep rumble, the purring sound keying you into just how much he adored when you seemed submissive.
Noticing how his anger had been replaced by lust and misplaced love, you decided to work with that. Tilting your head, hair matting against the bed as you did so, you tried to make yourself appear as small, as submissive, as possible. "I thought you loved me?"
Shock crossed over his features. It unnerved you just how quickly he could flit through emotions. He moved his body back over yours so that his face was directly in front of yours. "Of course I do, Darling! I love you more than-!"
You decided to stamp out the last of your dwindling pride, who needs pride anyway, and you cooed softly up at him. "I thought so, my love," You watched as he visibly perked up at that. You turned your head to peck lightly at the arm beside your head, your lips immediately pulling into a harsh frown as you did so. Laying it on thick, you glanced over to his form overtop you with sorrowful eyes. "I thought so." You had to stop yourself from cringing as your lips lightly brushed over his skin with every word. "It hurts, YB. I'm so sore."
The disgust you felt for him and the anguish you felt at having been held against your will and tied to a bed for who knows how long now aside, you were truly hurting. Your body couldn't handle his sex drive, and God, it was high. While you weren't sure what time it was, you knew that the two of you had had sex, perhaps that wasn't the right term, at least seven times today. And, while you had lost track of the days you had spent wherever YB had taken you, you knew that he had to have had his way with you, that's better, over a hundred times. You weren't sure, but you were pretty certain that this was only the sixth day since he had kidnapped you.
Just thinking about how often his obsession over you made itself physically known elicited a sharp pain to ring out through your body.
"You don't want to hurt me, do you?" He shook his head, grinding his hips against yours all the while. Gritting your teeth against the searing pain that such an action caused, you took a sharp intake of breath. The filling of your lungs coupled with the mind numbing pain of his still moving hips nearly caused you to abandon your resolve and take a chunk out of the arm that was still next to your lips.
Steadying yourself, you turned your head away from his flesh. "We can..." You trailed off, your mouth shutting as though it couldn't bear to utter the words you were planning to. With a shaky breath and a trembling voice, you offered a watery smile and said, "I can make you feel good some other way."
You cringed at both the phrasing and the sad attempt at a lustful tone that you applied to your voice. You looked into his eyes, and again, you could tell what he was thinking. He didn't want to hurt you, but he didn't trust you enough that he would give you a means to injure him. Your pussy didn't have teeth like your mouth did, nor did it have a grip that could twist painfully like your hands did.
Your reluctance to just kiss him wasn't exactly reassuring earlier.
Turning your body, you felt your shoulders pop uncomfortably as you rolled them forward. Finding a small amount of abdominal strength to use his weight to lift your upper body off the bed, you guided your arms around his head in what you hoped would be perceived as a loving gesture.
His eyes refocused and his attention was pulled away from his thoughts and entirely on you. You knew that your body was succumbing to the delirium you felt when you thought his pupils looked suspiciously like hearts. Feeling slightly crazy, you shifted your gaze from him. The bile that you had swallowed earlier resurfaced at the back of your throat as feeling worked its way back into your arms. The uncomfortable stiffness was replaced with a prickling sensation that demanded your awareness and acknowledgement. Black spots danced in the corners of your vision as you fought the urge to vomit.
When you looked back, you noticed that his expression seemed to mirror yours, as though he was feeling all of the pain you were. He lowered his upper body so that your arms weren't as strained. You heard him speak, but your mind refused to register the words leaving his lips. All you could think about was the agony pouring from every neuron in your body and how desperately you hoped that, between your pitiful voice and his desire not to be injured, he would settle for taking care of himself this time.
"...do you need?" His voice moved from a nonsensical buzzing in your ears to something a bit more discernible. As if he could tell that you were only just starting to again comprehend his words, he repeated himself. "How much time do you need, Darling?"
Your heart pounded hard in your chest. Was he seriously considering your request? "Few days," You croaked out, the blood rushing to your face as you began to be overcome by the hope blossoming in your chest. "A few days. Please. Please. My love, oh God, my love, please," You rambled almost incomprehensibly, your mind blinded by the excitement that his words prompted.
Gently smoothing his hand over your cheek, YB moved his lips over yours to silence you. Deepening the kiss and swallowing your words, he raised his torso from yours slightly so that he could pull up the tank top he had ripped down earlier. "I can wait a few days for you, Darling," The reluctance in his voice made you think otherwise, but you were elated nonetheless. "I can do anything for you, Darling. Just say the word and it will be done."
You were almost tempted to ask him to let you go.
Deciding to bide your time and simply be satisfied with the kindness he was showing you now, you continued to murmur your gratitude against his lips. Your entire body, from the very top of your head, the arms joined at the wrist, to the very tips of your toes, screamed out in pain as you convulsed below him to deepen your embrace. You were so thankful.
Just minutes ago, disgust had sent a roiling sensation in your gut. Now, now you were so pleased that, if your body hadn't been considerably weakened over the last few days, you felt that you might be capable of running a marathon.
Pulling away from you, YB moved so that he was laying at your side rather than on top of you, ducking beneath your hold as he did. "Sleep, my Darling." You twisted your body to look at him, eyes seemingly growing heavy at the command. "Rest, my love."
It only took you a mere few seconds to fall back into a considerably more restful slumber.