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CHAPTER FIVE

BAMBI -- POINT OF VIEW

 

Jarek has always scared me, even when we were children.

 

Now, he’s an adult and even scarier. His features have sharpened. He is stronger and taller. He is devilishly handsome, and I can’t help but be attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be?

 

“You like to be humiliated and degraded.” He states.

 

My eyes widen, and my cheeks burn. “W … what?”

 

“It’s a question, and do not lie to me.” He glares.

 

I’m caught off guard by his audacity, but he has always been audacious.

 

“My sexual preference is none of your business, Jarek.” I look away from him, cheeks and neck burning.

 

“It is, if you want to stay here. Look around, doe, my house is large, safe and the best. You want to stay here for months? No problem. You want to cook in my large kitchen, use my pool and dance around barefoot? No fucking problem, but you dance by my rule, doe. Now, tell me. You like to be degraded? To be spanked till your ass is red? To be slapped and bitten? To be used roughly? To be told you’re worthless while I fuck you?” His tone gets darker, and I get wetter.

 

I take a step backwards, heart pounding, “Y … yes.”

 

“Did James fuck you the way you wanted?” He walks closer to me.

 

I shake my head, “N …. no.”

 

He grins, “Who would have thought a doe like you would want to be called a slut?”

 

I don’t respond. I look everywhere but at him. What have I gotten myself into?

 

“Here’s my proposition, birdie -- I’ll let you live here for free, even throw in a job if you let me do whatever I want to you. By that, I mean, fuck you, drill you hard, screw you until you’re crying, choke you and even bite you. Not marking you, but biting you. You’ll be mine, birdie. Mine to do as I please, and you will tell no one, not my sister, not even your fucking diary. I own your body.” He drags out the word.

 

My body already made a choice. My breasts grow heavier, and my cunt ripples.

 

What the fuck is wrong with me?

 

This isn’t normal, but nothing is.

 

“So a job, and a house, that’s all I get?” I ask, bold.

 

He raises his eyebrow in shock, then smiles, “What else do you want? Money? Should we make it a complete transaction since you want to whore yourself out to me?”

 

I scoff, insulted, and turn around to leave.

 

I don’t get far. He grabs me by the arm and slams me against his body. His dark eyes glow, and I see the beast within.

 

“You do not walk away from me.” He orders.

 

“D … don’t call me a whore.” I murmur, pulse throbbing.

 

“But you like it, birdie. Don’t lie. I can smell your dripping cunt. Now, go upstairs. First bedroom on the right. Undress and wait for me.” He orders coldly.

 

I can’t reject him.

 

He’s an Alpha, and I’m an Omega.

 

There’s a biological need to listen and bow, but this is more than that. This need feels inherent, to let him do whatever he wants with me. To be his sex toy. His slave. His.

 

So, I nod and do as he asks.

 

I hear him lock the doors and bring down the curtains. I push open the door and step into the darkness. I turn on the light and see where he lays his head. He shouldn’t have shown me this, but it doesn’t matter. He will always be the boss, while I’ll be nothing but a sex toy.

 

I close my eyes and undress.

 

I lean into that part of me that always wants to submit during sex. It’s shameful to admit that I want them to do anything with my body, that I want to be owned, but I do. I really do. I strip down till I can feel the air on my cunt.

 

Goosebumps break over my skin as he walks to me.

 

He enters the room and smiles.

 

“You say doe, and I stop.” He tells me, and I nod.

 

He unbuckles his trousers and pulls out his cock.

 

I inhale dryly at the sight. He’s full, thick, glistening and throbbing. He’s packing a lot. No wonder he’s arrogant.

 

“Crawl to me, birdie, and choke on my cock.” He orders, sitting on his bed.

 

I let go of what is expected of me, of what society wants me to be, and I lean into this moment. I’m nothing, and he’s everything.

 

I crawl to him and wrap two hands around his cock. He inhales sharply as I lather my tongue over it. The smell of him is intoxicating.

 

He warns, “That’s not what I asked for, birdie. Choke on me.” He ends his words with a slap.

 

Heat blooms in my cheeks and goes straight to my core. My clit throbs.

 

I take all of him in my mouth and choke on him.

 

He nudges the back of my throat. I try to take a step back, but he keeps me there. My eyes water, and he lets me up a bit before fully fucking my face. He slams his dick in and out. I am something for him to be used, and yet, I’m so close to cumming just from sucking him.

 

My breast and nipple ache painfully. I dig my fingers into his thigh. I let him use my mouth. I take him in and let him push deeper. I don’t get off him, not even when my airflow stops.

 

“Look at you, made for my cock,” he praises, caressing my head softly, acting as if I’m something precious while fucking my mouth as if I’m nothing.

 

“Gonna cum hard, and you’ll take every drop.” He presses me down, and cums deep in my throat.

 

Hot, thick cum pours down my throat.

 

He pulls out his dick and watches me swallow every drop, smiling widely.

 

Fuck.