Arrival at the Estate

The rain poured down hard as Damien carried me through the dark forest.

 

I didn’t fight anymore. My body felt too worn out from running and struggling, and his arms were like steel around me. He moved fast, like the woods belonged to him and always had.

 

Every step made me feel smaller, more helpless.

My wet dress stuck to my skin, and I shivered from the cold, from fear, and from something else I didn’t want to name.

I kept my eyes closed most of the way. Tears mixed with rain on my face.

 

“Why me?” I whispered against his chest. “I’m nobody special. I just bake bread and try to stay out of trouble.”

 

Damien’s voice was low and rough, vibrating through his chest.

 

“You’re the last one left from the bloodline that destroyed my pack. That makes you very special to me, little one.”

I didn’t understand what he meant by “pack,” but the word sounded dangerous. “I don’t have a family.

 

My parents died when I was little. It’s only me. Please,  just take me back. I won’t tell anyone what happened.”

He laughed softly, but there was no kindness in it.

 

“Too late for promises, Elara. You belong to me now.”

 

Soon lights appeared through the trees big stone walls covered in ivy, like an old castle hidden deep in the mountains.

The estate looked beautiful and scary at the same time.

Tall windows, heavy wooden doors, everything dark and powerful.

 

Damien carried me inside without stopping.

The door closed behind us with a heavy thud that made my heart sink. Warm air hit me.

The place smelled of woodsmoke and leather. He took me straight up a wide staircase to a big bedroom on the second floor.

When he finally set me down on my feet, my legs felt weak. 

I looked around. A huge four-poster bed with deep red silk sheets. Heavy curtains.

Dark wood everywhere. It felt rich and masculine, like the man standing in front of me.

Damien stood there, tall and broad, his wet shirt clinging to his muscles. His amber eyes watched me closely. Rain dripped from his dark hair.

“Strip,” he said simply.

My eyes went wide.

“What? No please. I can’t do that.”

“You can and you will,” he replied, crossing his arms.

His voice was calm but left no room for arguing.

“All of it off. Now.

”My hands shook badly. I slowly took off my wet coat and let it drop to the floor.

 

Then my dress. I stood there in just my plain white bra and panties, arms trying to cover my chest. My face burned with shame.

“Damien, Sir, please don’t make me. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone.”

He stepped closer. “Eyes down unless I tell you to look at me and you will call me Sir from now on. Now finish.

 

”Tears filled my eyes again. I unclasped my bra with trembling fingers and let it fall.

Then I pushed my panties down my legs and stepped out of them.

I stood completely naked, trying to cover myself with my hands.

 

The cool air made my nipples tighten. I felt so exposed, so small. Damien gently but firmly moved my hands to my sides.

“No hiding. Your body is mine to see now.”

His eyes moved slowly over me my small breasts, the curve of my hips, the soft patch of hair between my legs. I could see hunger in his gaze.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “So soft. So untouched. Perfect.

”I kept my eyes on the floor, cheeks flaming.

“This is wrong. I’m scared.

Please, just let me put something on.

“No,” he said quietly. “You stay like this, get used to it.”

He walked around me slowly, like he was inspecting something he owned.

His fingers brushed my spine lightly, then trailed over my hip. Every touch sent sparks through my skin. I hated how my body reacted a warm flutter low in my belly, wetness starting between my thighs.

Shame made me want to cry harder.

“Sir, why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, voice cracking. “I’ve done nothing to you.”

He stopped in front of me and tilted my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. “Because your family took my pack from me years ago. Now I’m going to take you apart piece by piece until you beg for me.”

 

I swallowed hard.

 

“I don’t know anything about that. I’m innocent.”

“Exactly,” he said, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

“That’s what makes breaking you so sweet.”

He led me to the big bed. “

 

Lie down on your back and spread your legs for me.

”My heart was beating fast.

“Please, I’m a virgin. I’ve never even been touched there. Don’t do this tonight. I’m not ready.”

 

“I know you’re a virgin,” he replied, voice softening just a little.

“That’s why I’m not fucking you fully yet. But you will obey. Lie down.”

Trembling,

I climbed onto the silk sheets and lay on my back. I slowly parted my legs, feeling completely open and vulnerable.

Cool air touched my most private place.

I wanted to close my eyes and disappear.

Damien climbed over me, still fully clothed. His big body caged me in without crushing me.

He kissed me then deeply and possessively.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming it. I whimpered against him, hands fisting the sheets.

 

The kiss made my head spin. When he pulled back, I was breathing fast.

“Good girl,” he praised.

The words sent an unwanted rush of warmth through me. His hand slid down my body.

He cupped one breast, thumb circling my nipple until it hardened into a tight peak.

I gasped softly. “Sir that feels”

“Feels what?” he asked, pinching lightly.

“Strange,” I admitted, voice shaky. “And good. But I shouldn’t feel good.” He smiled against my neck.

“Your body knows what it wants. Let it.” His fingers moved lower, brushing through the soft hair between my legs until they found my folds. I was already wet. He stroked my clit with slow, firm circles. Pleasure shot through me like electricity. My hips jerked .“Oh” I moaned before I could stop myself. “Sir, please, it’s too much.”

“You’re dripping for me already,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “Such a responsive little virgin. This tight pussy is going to feel so good when I finally stretch it.”

His dirty words made me whimper louder. Shame and need twisted together inside me. I hated how much I liked hearing him talk like that.

Damien slid one thick finger just inside my entrance, moving it gently in and out while his thumb kept rubbing my clit. I cried out, back arching off the bed.

 

The feeling was overwhelming sharp, hot, building fast.

 

“Tell me how it feels,” he ordered softly.

“ It feels scary and good at the same time,” I gasped. “I’ve never felt anything like this. My body is tingling everywhere.”

He added a second finger carefully, stretching me a little.

“That’s it. Relax for me. Let the pleasure come.”

I couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore. Soft moans escaped my lips as he worked me with his hand. The coil in my belly tightened more and more.

 

“Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, voice rough.

 

“Give me your first orgasm. Let go.”

His words pushed me over.

I cried out loud, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

My walls clenched around his fingers.

Fresh wetness coated his hand. I had never felt anything so intense. Tears of confusion and release ran down my face.

Damien kept moving his fingers slowly, drawing out every last tremble. When it finally faded, he pulled his hand away and brought his glistening fingers to his mouth.

 

He licked them clean with a deep groan. “So sweet. You taste even better than I imagined.”

I lay there panting, body still buzzing.

Shame flooded me again. “I, I shouldn’t have enjoyed that. It’s wrong.”

 

He leaned down and kissed me again, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “Nothing wrong about feeling good, little one.

You’re learning to submit. And you’re doing it so beautifully.”

He pulled the silk sheet over my naked body and stood up. I could see the big bulge in his pants. He adjusted it with a low growl.

“Sleep now,” he said. “Tomorrow the real lessons begin. You’ll learn to please me with your mouth, your hands, your whole body.” I curled up under the sheet, heart still beating fast. “Sir, will you hurt me?”

“Only in ways that make you beg for more,” he answered.

 

Then he turned off the light and locked the door behind him. Alone in the dark, I whispered to myself, “What is happening to me?” I hated him for taking me.

 

I feared what he would do when he finally took me fully.

But my body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, and a small, secret part of me already ached for his next touch.

I was scared.

I was ashamed and i was starting to crave the man who had stolen me.