8. Rage

TRIGGER WARNING.

Nero

 I stand over her, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.

She finally fell asleep.

She's curled on her side on the cot, one arm folded beneath her cheek, the other wrapped around her body, protecting her like the blanket she doesn't have.

Her skin is smudged and dirty, pebbled with goosebumps as she shivers slightly in her sleep.

I fight against that part of me that wants to warm her. I kill the piece of me that still wants to take her in my arms and tell her it's going to be okay.

It's not.

My gaze drags over her filthy, torn dress, stained with grime and sweat. One strap hangs off her shoulders, and I won't deny the flicker of heat in my pulse when I see the way the hem has slipped up her bare thighs.

Fuck. She might be a wrecked version of the little princess ballerina she usually is. But even in captivity, in my chains, she's still got her hair up in that fucking ponytail, as always.

The steel manacle remains around her ankle, the other end of the chain locked to the bars. She's not going anywhere, not until I decide what I'm doing to her next.

I should feel satisfaction as I consider how best to seek my revenge.

But I don't. I just feel wrecked, tired, and as much a captive as she is.

I study her, rage burning in my chest despite whatever I feel for her.

Either way.

Here we are.

I bend down and pick up the metal bucket of water. I take in her sleeping form.

Rise and shine, princess.

Milena screams and sits up with a choked cry when I dump the water onto her.

She scrambles to shield herself. Her eyes are wide, hair plastered to her face, dress translucent and clinging to her body like a second skin.

She splutters and gasps, skittering back on the cot before she looks up at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she spits, glaring up at me.

The expression on her face shreds something inside me. It's not fear. Not fury.

It's heartbreak.

Then I toss the bucket away. It hits the ground and smashes into the bars with a loud, violent CLANG, making her eyes snap to the side.

"Little jumpy, are we?"

She tries to put that defiant front back up. But it's just a show, and we both know it. I see her throat working as she swallows. Notice the way her eyes dart over my face, like she's looking for a chink in my armor. A way out.

She won't find either.

I stand there, looming over her as the water trickles down her face. Her ponytail lies limp and bedraggled down her back. Her eye makeup is smudged.

Her dress...

Fuck.

The white summery thing is clinging to her like a second skin.

Hugging every curve.

Every crease.

The wet dress is so transparent that I can see the swell of her small tits and the soft pink flush of her nipples as they tighten to hard points.

I rip my gaze away.

She purses her lips. "People are going to be looking for me."

"I don't doubt it."

"They know I was with you, Nero," she mutters.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Asshole," she fires back. Her eyes drop to the knife in my hand again. "Is this the part where you skin me alive?"

"Maybe I use it to cut that fucking dress off you, put you on your knees, and rail your slutty cunt until you understand just how fucked you are, princess," I snarl.

Milena's face goes red. Her mouth falls open, eyes widening.

Fuck, that dress is way too transparent right now.

It's still clinging to her every curve, molding to her pert tits, to her dancer's hips and ass. I can see the pale pink of her nipples, tight under the thin fabric. The valley between her thighs as the dress clings to it.

She takes a shaky breath, her lip catching between her teeth. Then her gaze drops down to herself, her cheeks heating before she slowly looks back up at me.

"That what you came down here for?" she spits. "A power trip? To ogle the girl you locked in a fucking cage? Want me to dance around and fucking strip for you, asshole?"

I peer at her darkly. "A, watch the fucking tone. And B, maybe."

She swallows heavily, stiffening.

I fold the knife up, sliding it back into my pocket. When I start to walk toward her, her breath catches sharply. A small sound escapes her lips as she backs away from me, and I can't tell if the sound pisses me off or turns me the fuck on.

I stop right in front of her, looming over her petite frame as my eyes bore into hers. She trembles, but her chin still juts defiantly as she stands proud, her posture saying "fuck you" even though she's shaking.

"This your thing, Nero?" she says quietly. "Locking girls up? Waking them up with water poured over them like some fucked-up⁠-"

She whimpers-when my hand juts out and wraps around her throat.

"I said watch. The. Fucking. Tone," I snarl.

Her throat works against my palm, her pulse a staccato beat against my fingers.

"Or what," she croaks. "You'll put me in cage?"

A low, dark laugh rumbles in my chest. "You're just hell bent on pushing me until I break, aren't you? You think this is a stupid fucking game, Milena?"

She shivers. "I think this is about you not having the control over me you thought you would when you locked me in this fucking⁠-"

Her eyes bulge wide, her breath gasping as my hand slides off of her throat, pushes up her jaw, and then suddenly wraps her ponytail in a fist.

I'm not sure what's just done it. Her attitude. That fucking mouth. The way we're standing here, nose to nose, like I'm not the one holding all the power.

Or maybe it's the way her soaked little dress clings to her like a second skin.

The sheer fabric. The tight nipples. The fucking defiance where there should be fear.

Whatever it is, it's that last little bit from her smart little mouth that pushes me over the edge and eradicates the last of my restraint.

"You're right, princess," I hiss at her. "I'm not exerting the control over you that I should be. Thank you so much for illustrating that to me so that I can correct it."

Her eyes go wide and she gasps quietly when I give her hair a sharp, firm tug, then whimpers as I tighten it around my fist.

"On your knees."

Milena shivers, her breath catching.

"On. Your. Fucking. Knees," I hiss.

"Is that an order?"

"It's a very strong suggestion."

She swallows. "And if I say no?"

"Are you?"

No answer.

That's what I thought. "Good girl."

I give her hair another tug, coaxing her down.

Slowly, her eyes locked on me, she starts to lower herself, until her knees are resting on the cold concrete.

My dick is rock hard and my pulse thuds in my ears as I look down, drinking in the sight of Milena on her knees looking up at me, hands clasped in her lap and her nipples about to tear through that fucking dress.

"Take out my cock."

Her face flushes.

"Do it," I command.

She swallows, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her eyes drop to the front of my obscenely tented pants.

I'm so fucking hard that my cock twitches from her just looking at my erection, straining against the front of my slacks as her mouth opens a little.

Her hands reach for my belt, tugging it open with a light jangle. Then the button. She struggles for a second before she gets the zipper down over my bulging dick.

Her fingers slip into the waistband of my briefs. I watch her chest rise and fall, her eyes glassing over as she slowly tugs them and my pants down together.

A whimpered little gasp of surprise tumbles from her mouth when my cock springs free, thick and heavy, right in front of her face. I'm so hard that it curves slightly up, the veins standing out and a thick white drop of precum beading at the tip.

And fuck me, the look on her face as she stares at me with hunger in her eyes...

I groan, the drop of precum slowly rolling down the underside.

Milena starts to reach for me, but I shake my head.

"Uh-uh, princess," I growl. "No hands." I wrap a hand around the base of my cock, stroking myself slowly right in front of her flushed face. "Open that pretty mouth so that I can fuck it properly."

Her throat works. Her face turns even redder.

And she opens wide.

I groan and hiss in pleasure as I push inside, sinking into her hot little mouth. Chills ripple up my spine as her tongue flicks over my head and the underside. My cock leaks precum across her tongue as a needy moan rumbles in her throat.

My hand tightens in her ponytail, and my jaw clenches.

"You were asking what my thing is, princess?" I growl. "Right now, my thing is fucking this pretty mouth like a cunt. I'm going to fuck it until I fill it with every drop of my cum. Blink if you fucking understand me."

Her eyes blink rapidly. Her chest rises and falls quicker, her tongue dancing over my swollen head.

"Keep it open wide like a good girl, Milena."

My hips roll back, and we're off to the fucking races.

When I told her I was going to fuck her mouth, I didn't mean "receive head" or "feel her lips around my cock".

I meant fuck. Her. Mouth.

So that's exactly what I do.

I use her hot little mouth like it's my personal fuck hole. She chokes and moans, whimpering and drooling all over my cock as 

I slide out and then ram back into the back of her throat. She chokes and gags, her throat muscles rippling over my dick as I grunt in pleasure.

Her eyes meet mine, watering in the corners but blazing with fire. I groan as I grip her ponytail harder, my other hand cupping her jaw as I thrust down her throat.

"Swallow every inch like a good girl, princess," I hiss through grit teeth as the pleasure builds within me. "Make a fucking mess of my cock, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty with your drool and my cum all over your face."

She moans deeply, her thighs clenching together as I fuck her mouth like it really is her pussy. Spit and precum leak from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her dress. Her nipples strain against the fabric, hard and pink. It only fuels me on as I thrust over her tongue and down her throat.

Her hands twist in her lap, her fingers curling against her core.

I grin savagely.

"Mmmm, fuck," I rasp. "Is that needy little pussy getting jealous of this mouth? Is that what you're secretly trying to do? Touch that greedy cunt?"

Milena groans deeply, her eyes rolling back as I thrust harder into her throat.

"Take it all down that throat, baby. That's what good girls do. Such a pretty little mess you are."

She whimpers, humming and moaning around my dick as I fuck her mouth. My balls get tighter, my abs clenching as her tongue dances and swirls, her throat squeezing my swollen head until it feels like I'm going to explode.

"You keep sucking that cock like a greedy whore and I'm going to cum," I grunt.

Her moans get louder, wilder. She squirms on her knees and takes my cock even deeper.

"You have my permission to play with that slutty pussy now, princess."

I groan and throw my head back. Fuck me!

These feelings aren't going anywhere soon.

To be continued......