Titania
Outside, I rub my chilly arms while waiting for Kristoff's orders. He barks a command to Peter and a few minutes later, I hear an engine running. Someone wraps a thick, black coat around me, the smell of aftershave filling my nostrils. Kristoff's husky voice sounds so dangerously low, as his cool breath washes over my earlobe. “We'll be home soon.”I hear the car engine die down, yelping as I'm being lifted off the ground, over a strong shoulder. The blindfold falters slightly, enabling me to catch a glimpse of the muddy puddle directly underneath my head. I grip Kristoff's rough forearm instinctively, trying to find a comfortable balance. Car doors pull open and I'm hoisted onto a plush, leather seat and pushed to the extreme, Kristoff coming in after me and the door slamming shut. I take a deep breath and breathe in the mix of new leather and Kristoff's aftershave. There's no doubt about it. We're in his car.“Will you at least tell me where you kept my uncle? I'm scared.” I blurt, not projecting my fear in my tone.His fingers secure the blindfold around my eyes carefully. “Relax, princess. It's no more your duty to worry about him.”What? Is he really kidding me right now?“You said it yourself that you're not an honest man. How do I take your words for it? You may have even killed him already for all I know.”“You know, princess, one good thing you should be thankful for is your beauty,” I gulp, waiting for him to continue. “You're such an angel to behold and for some fucked up reason, my dick is refusing to budge. Be grateful I have an interest in you otherwise dear old Uncle Pat would've been dead thirty minutes ago.”That's all he says to get me to shut up. He starts conversing with Peter who's been listening to our exchange all these while. They're talking in a coded language I don't understand, and soon I get bored of listening. Turning towards the window, I try my hardest to see through the blindfold, but it's impossible. The material is black and thick so I might as well be trying to move a push through a brick wall. I sigh, then focused instead on trying to process the current events. I was supposed to give Uncle Patrick his gift and take him out on a dinner date an hour ago. I'd looked forward all day for that particular moment I'd walk in and surprise my uncle. But I'd been the one to get the surprise instead.Now, I have no idea where they put him and I'm seated, being driven alongside a man who's only interested in my body. What's to be expected of me? Can I make it through this alive?The thought of being a sex slave makes me shudder.I don't try to start up a conversation with Kristoff again, and I certainly don't bother asking him why the car suddenly stops. The entire place is illuminated by darkness and I flatten my palms against the windows, a dreadful feeling enveloping me. Kristoff offers no words of consolation as he drags me across the seat to him and climbs out. I'm worried that no one around seems to have questions about why he was carrying a blindfolded, bare-footed, resisting woman. Doesn't he have neighbors around? Or are we in the middle of nowhere?He continues his discussion with Peter as he carried me in his arms like a child into an air-conditioned area. I wrap the coat around me even tighter and sink deeper into his chest.We stop just as I hear the ding of an elevator and Kristoff mutters something before stepping forward. The entire ride up was silent, safe for the sound of Kristoff's steady heartbeat against my ear. For someone as thoughtless and ruthless as he, I'm surprised to note that he has a beating heart instead of stone after all. Can I say the same for all monsters? Because the monsters I know didn't possess one, but Kristoff is a cold-blooded monster no matter how anyone else puts it.The elevator stops and the doors slide open. Slowly, he takes off the blindfold and pulls me forward, gesturing around. “Welcome to your new home, princess. Beautiful isn't it? It's yours for a month.”I sift my gaze around the huge, shimmering interior in awe. Is this a joke? It's even bigger and more luxurious than I had anticipated.Everything, from the fancy beige couches pooled in a spacious circle at a corner, to the humongous flat-screened television screams money and luxury. I move to stand in front of the TV, cringing at the sight of my messy reflection. It's a new Titania that stares back at me and she's sad, broken and uncertain about the future.“You can admire everything later. Right now, I want you in your room,” Kristoff orders gruffly.I clench my fists, not pleased as all at the way he's bossing me around. Turning sharply to him, his face is inscrutable, his lips curled into an adorable frown I'll have swooned over if he wasn't a beast and my captor. I'm still trying to get used to his startling presence and the dangerous aura he exudes. His heated gaze can snap my neck in halves.When I don't obey his instruction, he sighs and rolls his eyes. “What did I tell you about being stubborn, princess? It's not going to help either of us. Please cooperate.”Grudgingly, I amble toward him, taking a sharp glance around once more, searching for an alternative exit. Surely, he wasn't foolish to make the elevator the only exit down. There has to be a staircase hidden somewhere.I'm quiet as he leads me down a long hallway with bright white walls and eleven closed doors. He opens the first, turns on the light and urges me to enter. It's a plush, master bedroom decorated with everything in riotous shades of pink. I take one step in, horrified, then turn back with a whimper as I stare past him, through the open door, wondering when next I'll see the light of day apart from this room? When next I'll be free to go back to the cafe and see Margot, Estelle and all my friends again? When next I'll hold Uncle Patrick's hands as I cheer him on to take his medication?“P-Please Kristoff,” I sniffle, then swallow hard, my tears falling faster than waterfalls. “Please don't trap me in here.”“I'm not trapping you,” he grunts without emotion. “You're not staying here alone. Ally will be up with you in a minute. She'll be your companion. I want you to relax, have a bath, eat, play dress-up for a while and wait till I get back.”He says it as if it's the most logical thing for a girl who doesn't know where the hell her uncle is, or how he's faring, to do.“You can tell Ally if you need anything,” he adds after a few minutes' silence. “She'll be more than thrilled to help you out.”“B-But,” I rush to hold the closing doors. He scowls, irritated.“Can you let me speak to my uncle at least? I won't take long. I just want to hear his voice.”“Stop being annoying and get the hell into your room. Now,” he growls.Face burning in embarrassment, I drop my hands and step back, watching the door close and hearing the lock turn. This time, I let the tears fall harder down in torrents, blurring my vision, a scream lodged in my throat, struggling to come out. I'm helpless and angry just like Belle. Kristoff is a much hotter beast, but surely twice as much heartless.KristoffIt's a quarter past nine when I get back to the mansion, upset and a bit drunk. After I had rallied a few men to try and get more information out of Patrick, and also task some secret spies with observing my insufferable uncle, I decide to pay my dearest step mom and brother a friendly visit.My father married Lucille shortly after my mother passed away. Lucille was her best friend and half sister, and had been shamelessly having an affair with father without mother knowing. When she finally found out, she filed for a divorce and months later, they were separated. In remorse, he cut off all ties with Lucille and tried to get back with mother but she was adamant on getting back together with him. Father never had a good grip on his anger. One thing led to another and he accidentally pushed mother down a flight of stairs in the middle of a heated argument, causing her skull to crack and she breathed her last on the spot.I was a little boy then so you could imagine the trauma I
KristoffCora: You coming over to Astro's tonight?"Shit," I cuss, almost driving over the edge of the circular water fountain. Pulling into the garage at the eastern part of the mansion, I take off my seatbelt and tap the phone screen hurriedly.Cora: *sent a photo*Reluctantly, I sigh and input my password, navigate to my WhatsApp, and click on Cora's chat head. The picture pops up immediately; it's her tits – big, bare, and inviting. On any other day, I would've been turned on and possibly jerk off to it later.Cora: You in for it, baby boy?"Sir?" Peter taps my window from outside, drawing my attention. I turn the phone screen down and slip it into my pocket as I got out of the car.Without waiting for him to speak, I ask. "How's she doing?""Not, bad," he shrugs nonchalantly, but I notice the creased lines on his forehead. We start walking toward the mansion's entrance. "The minute you left, she locked the door, preventing Ally from coming in.""Where the hell was the both of you
Kristoff“Enough!” my vision goes blood red and everything changes at that moment. The glass in my hand shatters, and I feel the sharp shards cut through my palm, blood trickling out hurriedly, the liquor mixing with it, making it sting so much. She screams and jumps away from me, and I straighten calmly to go after her as she sprints down the hallway toward her room, barely looking back.I stalk after her, each steps thoughtful and deliberate – intense. I loathe her words. I loathe that she’s become my weakness. If she can insult my dear, deceased mother and is still breathing, then that shows I’ve gone soft. I hate that no matter what I can’t hurt her. I hate it.She lets out a strangled sound as she slips into her room. I jog a few meters and insert my foot in between just like I had done earlier, preventing her from slamming the door shut. This time around, she doesn’t struggle but backs away, stumbling over the edge of the bed and falling onto the sheets, her legs kicking at me w
TitaniaHours later, I woke up with a dry mouth and a splitting headache. A glance at the wall clock hanging on the wall tells me it's five AM already, almost twenty-two hours since I ate a donut at the café.I groan as I push up my butt so I can rest my back against the bed's headboard. I rub my temples slowly, the events of last night replying like a disc in my head. How did I fall asleep despite my fear? I rise from my bed, straighten my top, and waltz to the window to take a peek outside. The sky is still a midnight blue, thunder rumbles, the rain pelting harder. I run back to my bed and jump in, covering myself with the blanket. Thunder terrifies me. It scares me so much that as a child, Uncle Patrick had no option but to let me sleep with him in his bed on nights when thunderstorms were prominent.Uncle Patrick. God. He's like the father I never had. The father who never left.Pushing away the intense feeling of sadness threatening to envelop me, I saunter over to the bathroom t
KristoffTwenty minutes later, as I consult my watch impatiently, wondering if I should go up and get her myself, Titania strolls down the hallway into the living room. I see she's picked out a black, thin, spaghetti-strapped dress that stops just above her knee and cool wedge slippers. Her face is dry, but her lips are shimmering with gloss, her roundish head framed by her beautiful, black hair that she's tied back into a neat bun. It gets a little hard to sit still as I want to make her turn around so badly and get a good view of her arse, which I'm damn sure is barely hidden by the tight dress that accentuates her soft curves and tits. Even without the slightest makeup, she's still fucking gorgeous. Without even trying to impress me, she still has my cock in a chokehold.She shivers as my eyes roam down her tits to her knees, then back up to her face, a crooked smile working its way up my face. Ally comes out from the kitchen and wordlessly takes the tray of fruits I've barely touc
KristoffWe stay a while in traffic without any conversation afterward. Titania sits, rigid, as my hands roam over her knees, squeezing her inner thighs, my eyes on her face, testing her. She shuts her eyes, holding her breath, clenching and unclenching her fists. A car hoots behind us and I rev up the engine, meandering down the road, Bloom's Bazaar's familiar tower looming straight up ahead, causing my stomach to churn with fright.My fear comes alive and I almost turn back, but something stops me. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it's not just Titania. It's something nagging at the back of my mind, urging me to keep driving and don't stop, and I don't try to argue with it. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel harder, whirling past black, huge gated mansions spread farther and farther out as I approached Bloom Bazaar. Titania's eyes sift across the road, attentive. I get a feeling she's trying to figure out where exactly we are, or perhaps, memorizing the road.M
TitaniaIt feels like weeks before I hear Kristoff's firm footfalls as he approaches my designated room. After the guard left, I'd taken a cursory glance around, my skin crawling at how horribly effeminate everything looked. The bedroom was essentially pink-themed, which gave me a hint that Kristoff must've been preparing for this visit since the moment he struck the deal.Before the door creaks open, I straighten, reaching for my coat quickly and wrapping it around me. I glance up at him, his hard, smoky gaze that was unreadable. He's the epitome of power; strong like an inferno. His beautiful black suit is gone and is now replaced with blue beach shorts and a white T-shirt with all the buttons popped open, displaying the dark, inked tattoos on his broad, hairless chest. His forearms were covered in tattoos as well, and now as he flexes them, I can't seem to look away.This is it. What I've been mentally preparing myself ever since we got here. I try to convince myself that I'm not a
Titania"It doesn't make sense," I mutter, shaking my head. "Why me? I bet you can get any other girl you want to do your bidding without even having to lift a finger. They'll be willing to even have your baby. What do you want from me? Please, tell me,"He watches stiffly as I force a piece of meat into my mouth, chewing slowly, his eyes fixed on my face - my lips. He grins mischievously, tilting his head to the side."You told me you could do anything as well, and I'm taking you up on that. In return, your uncle stays with his legs. Simple.""Why do you make me walk around with nothing underneath?" I scowl. "That's psychotic.""That's not even half of what I have in mind for you, and I'm even being lenient. I'd prefer to have you walk around the house with basically nothing on. No slippers, no dress, no jewelry, no panties. Just you."I scrunch my face in disgust, pushing my chair back to lean far away from him in case he decides to get handsy. Which is ridiculous because I'm practi