Falling for the Villain

Within moments, I felt him start rubbing cream on the wounds of my wrists and ankles from being tied up all day. I hissed at the cool feeling against my open flesh.

“It’s cold cream. It will help you heal faster.”

More tears fell from my eyes. I couldn’t keep up with all the emotions coursing through me.

I hated him, though, I wanted his comfort, and I appreciated his kindness in this moment. He was the one who inflicted the pain on me in the first place, but it was because I was defiant and asked for clothing when he wanted me naked.

I made him hurt me, right?

Once he was done, he ran a cold compress against my face and then my whole body. It was refreshing, comforting, soothing, and I didn’t want it to end. It provided this false sense of reassurance, even if it was only for a few minutes. I let myself think that everything was going to be okay. He left the washcloth on my stomach, and water began to drip to my lips.

“It’s just water. You’re dehydrated.”

It dripped onto my lips, and I took as much of it into my mouth as possible. I was starving for it, and at that point, I realized that I had no say in what would happen, and I needed to follow instructions. The dehydration was apparent; he was right about that. I didn’t care that it was getting all over my upper body and the mattress behind me. I took in every ounce of what he was giving, completely greedy for it. When the water stopped, I closed my mouth to enjoy the moisture that replaced the dryness. I waited for his next word, his next move. My heart raced, and hysteria threatened to resurface while he simply brushed my wet hair away from my face.

I was covered in sweat, and the heat coursing its way through my body made it apparent how badly I wanted him to touch me. I could feel my nipples harden and my skin tingle as he stared at me, and he knew what I felt and what he was doing to me. I didn’t want any part of it, but my body’s reaction to his touch proved that he always had power over me. Now more than ever before.

I would never get over this, I would never be normal again, and I would never trust my instincts again after the way I was feeling from one simple drop of water, to one slow caress across my face. I craved any sort of human connection—no, I craved humanity amidst his depravity.

His grip tightened around my wrist, massaging it, trying to relieve my discomfort. I turned my head to the side, away from him. Not wanting him to see the effect he had over me.

“You can’t hide from me, pet.”

His forefinger and thumb rubbed at the most sensitive part of where the bindings were cutting, and I moaned. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was smiling. He was enjoying what he was doing to me, and I hated him for it.

“Thank you,” I said without him demanding it.

I knew he was fighting some internal battle with himself, his demons, and I was suddenly one of them. He repeated the same process on my other wrist and ankles before he fed me warm oatmeal. Once I was done eating, there was an eeriness in the room. It was thick and heavy.

I smiled, despite myself.

However, it was quickly replaced when he spewed, “I’ll untie you after I make sure you’re still a virgin.”

I stopped smiling, and before I could make a peep, his fingers started rubbing my clit with precise determination.

I sucked in a breath. This was the first time he was touching me like this since the first day I’d arrived. Faster and faster, his skilled fingers had my body shaking.

“Ahhh…” I panted, feeling the ecstasy he was delivering.

His other hand found the inside of my mouth, pushing his fingers as far as they would go down my throat, causing me to gag at the intrusion. He did it a few times, and each time the gagging became louder and heavier. He pushed them in one last time and pulled them out with a trail of my spit following behind, placing it all over my pussy.

My eyes watered, and I hacked and coughed, but that didn’t stop my body from responding to his touch. The more pressure he applied to my clit, the closer I got to release. I felt his hard cock on my leg through his slacks.

“You want to come?”

“Yes…” I shamelessly begged.

He slapped my pussy a few more times, and that was all it took for me to shake with a deep, steady release. My come dripped down my inner thighs and all over his fingers, and he didn’t stop until every last drop was out of me. My head swirled with aftershocks, and that was when he slid his fingers inside of me. It was the first time a man had ever done so, and I squirmed at the discomfort. It hurt a lot, and it was only his fingers that were inside of me.