It seems almost foreign to wake up with soft sheets beneath my body and beautiful sunshine pouring in from each side of the room.  It feels like ages since I greeted the day with gentle hands feeling between my legs and loving lips on my breast.  I miss those serene moments in this room with Silas, my memories of them becoming tainted by Xavier violating me again while I lie bound by a handcuff to the bed.

My mind is foggy because I have just woken up after only fitful rest last night, but it quickly dissipates when Xavier bites down on my nipple, causing me to yelp in pain.

“Well, if you don’t like the attention I’m giving your breasts,” Xavier whines playfully, “then I’ll just have to find some other part of you to taste.”

His mouth moves down my bare stomach, placing kisses along my skin all the way down to the top of my mound.  The slithery touch of his mouth leaves me for just a moment before he buries his face in my pussy.

I do what I can to focus elsewhere while he licks me up and down and probes his tongue inside my opening.  When his lips find my clit, the rise of desire within me hits its peak.  I know that if I’m not careful, I’ll achieve the orgasm that Xavier has forbidden me to experience unless he wants me to.

I’m grateful that Xavier hasn’t bothered to touch the décor in the bedroom.  He has no idea that the flat metal art sculpture hanging on the wall above the black upholstered headboard was created by Silas.  Its twisted and broken pieces of thin metal intertwine together to create a chaotic but beautiful work of art.  I’ve always appreciated it because of how much it represents who Silas is: the dark and twisted parts of him coming together to create something beautiful overall.

I stare up at Silas’ artwork the entire time that Xavier continues to tease my pussy with his mouth, and no matter how hard Xavier tries to make me fail in my directive not to orgasm, I manage to keep my focus and not let it happen.

When Xavier’s head finally pops up to look up my bare body to my face, my gaze is forced from Silas’ art to see what the fucker at the foot of the bed wants from me next.  He remains like that for a few seconds, studying my expression carefully through the strands of his hair that refuse to conform to his signature slicked-back hairstyle this morning.

“You have some willpower, girl,” he says as a compliment but with some frustration to his tone.  “It’s no fun if you don’t disobey me, though.  We’re going to have to fix that.”

He pushes himself up enough to grip my waist and flip me over to my stomach, a move that causes a painful yanking on the handcuff at my wrist.  He then moves up the bed to hover over me with the weight of his naked form.  My body cringes when I hear the nightstand drawer open and the plastic condom package being removed.

“We’re going to play this the opposite way,” Xavier informs me at the same time he runs his fingers over my wet pussy to collect some natural lubricant.  “We’re going to see how many times you can orgasm before I can’t take it anymore and need to find my own release.”

My insides go hollow at the thought of being brought to orgasm over and over again by this asshole.  It’s a continuation of last night’s marathon of sex, one that started with Xavier’s punishment of me and Jake in the living room and ended with me and Xavier upstairs in this bed, except this time, he’s expecting me to be the one experiencing that ultimate point of pleasure repeatedly.

When Xavier has readied himself, he yanks my backside up toward him to give him better access from behind.  At the moment his tip presses into my opening, I think to resist and scramble away, but I find that it’s harder to fight back now.  As awful as it is, it’s easier and safer to lie here and let him fuck me than to put up a pain-filled resistance that will only end in the same result.

His cock slips inside me and fills me completely, drawing an immediate moan from deep within his chest.  He starts out slowly at first, working me up, even though he’s done more than enough of that already when he assaulted me with his lips and mouth.  His movements quickly become faster, and soon my entire body is bouncing back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

I’m saddened that I can’t see Silas’ artwork while I’m in this position with my ass in the air and my face pressed against the mattress, but I’m grateful that I don’t have to see Xavier’s face like this.  It could be any man’s cock entering me from behind, so I take advantage of the pretend mystery and imagine that Silas is the one filling every space inside me right now.

My mind fills with thoughts of the man I love and of all the times that he’s pleasured me, kissed me, and released himself inside me.  Thinking of him is the final push I need, and suddenly, I’m crying out with the force of my orgasm as my muscles tighten around the firm cock still moving inside me.

“That’s one,” Xavier says playfully behind me, clearly expecting more.

I strengthen my resolve and keep going, trying everything I can to imagine Silas as the man pounding me from behind.  My orgasm doesn’t come as quickly or easily this time, but I achieve it nonetheless and scream out from the force of it taking over me.

“That’s two,” Xavier beams.  “You might need a little help with the third and beyond.”

One of his hands finds my breast while the other holds the top of my ass, his thumb slipping down to rub around my other opening, one that has remained untouched by Xavier until now.

My backside automatically tries to flinch away when he touches me there, but he manages to keep me in place.

“Enjoy it,” he encourages as he probes the opening more, his additional touch causing a flare-up of unexpected desire within me.

It’s impossible to avoid thinking of the times that Silas has touched me there, too, and soon I’m gasping and writhing again with each wave of the orgasm that flows through me.

Something changes in Xavier.  His breathing becomes erratic, and his movements peak in pace as he demands, “You will orgasm again when I come inside you.  I need this release now.”

I try to relax to lessen the pain that Xavier is causing with the force of his thrusts inside me.  Somehow I manage to keep up with him and find a rhythm with his movements, causing him to groan loudly with each desperate movement.

When he gasps out and his cock begins to pulse within me, hitting me repeatedly at the perfect spot, I join him in his sick pleasure and orgasm again just as he wanted.

We’re both breathing heavily by the time it’s all done.  My guilt and shame weigh heavily on me when the height of pleasure has faded away.

Xavier squeezes my ass before removing himself from me, allowing me to collapse my body down on the bed.  I watch him with hatred and disdain as he discards the condom in the trash can and cleans himself up with a towel.

He doesn’t bother cleaning me up.  He doesn’t care for me as Silas does when we’ve just finished making love.  He’s a sick, selfish prick with a ravenous need to take everything from me and break me down until there’s nothing left.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Xavier asks while he pulls on some boxers and jeans.

I don’t respond to him, opting to stare blankly at the wall in silence instead.

He rolls his eyes at me before pulling on a shirt.  “You’re one of those women, aren’t you?  The ones who expect the whole fucking world after sex: kissing and cuddling and cleaning up the mess.”

I try to shake my head to deny his claim, but he doesn’t even give me the chance.

“I’ll gladly clean you up, but not in here.  I think a bath might be in order.”

My entire body shudders.  “I don’t need—”

“I don’t need you smelling up this house,” he counters while he grabs the small key from the top of the dresser and begins to unlock my handcuff.  “You’ll take a new dress from the closet, carry it downstairs, and go to the bathroom as I’ve asked.”

I can’t avoid noticing that I’m being told to carry the dress.  He wants me to walk down there naked.  He’s forcing me to take an actual walk of shame.

Luckily for me, I’ve been through enough shit to not really care anymore if people see me bare.  I stand up angrily from the bed and storm across the room to grab the first dress I see from the closet.  Without hesitation, I swing the door open and move down the stairs.

My irritation with Xavier is momentarily interrupted when I open the door at the bottom of the stairs to find a few of the men sitting in the living room together.  Their eyes go wide as I walk out into the hall, and one of them whistles playfully at me.

After giving them a perfect view of my middle finger, I take a quick glance toward the dark room to my side, disappointed to find that it’s empty.  I turn in the other direction down the hallway, not bothering to cover myself or stop the bounce in my breasts as I walk with Xavier who is now close behind me.

“You shouldn’t get so comfortable being naked around the men,” he warns as we round the corner at the dining room.  “I might decide to leave you like this around the house permanently.”

I feel numb to Xavier’s threats at this point as I walk silently into the bathroom for the next phase of my humiliation to begin.  He steps inside behind me and closes the door.

Desperate to pee and wipe away the remnants of the sex that was just forced upon me, I take a seat on the toilet and do my business while Xavier busies himself starting to fill the freestanding white bathtub with water.  I try to ignore him the entire time I’m going through the motions of my morning routine.

When I’m done, I turn to find Xavier sitting in the chair in the corner of the room like he often does while he watches me in here.  He motions me to the bathtub, indicating for me to step inside.

He flashes a smile at me.  “It’s all ready for you.”

I try to keep my anger controlled as I reach my foot over the side of the bathtub and dip it into the water.

The ice-cold, uninviting water.

I look to Xavier with confusion.  “It’s freezing.”

“It’s perfect,” he counters, narrowing his eyes at me.  “Now get in.”

While I’m following through with Xavier’s demand—dipping myself down into the cool liquid until it reaches all the way to my neck—he stands up and brings his chair over to the side of the tub.  His eyes fixate on my chest, and he can’t seem to help himself as he reaches down with both hands into the water to grasp my erect nipples between his fingers.

“I don’t know how your brother can be into men,” Xavier says out of the blue.  “Women’s breasts are much more fun.”  Keeping one of his hands on my breast, he moves his other hand down to my pussy, forcing my legs apart so that he can slip two fingers inside me.  “A warm, wet pussy is a far superior place to insert one’s cock than any part of a man’s body.”

I force my lips tightly shut to keep myself from saying anything I’ll regret as I listen to more of Xavier’s casual insults about gay men.

Xavier’s fingers find their way deeper inside me.  “You feel so good just like this,” he comments before curling his fingers just enough to find my G-spot.  “Tell me it feels good to have my fingers feeling around inside you.”

My lips part automatically when he touches my G-spot again and probes it more this time.  I wish I could will my body not to react the way it does when it’s touched like this, but it’s impossible to fully control.  It takes only seconds for Xavier’s quickened thrusts into my G-spot to have me on the verge of orgasm again.

I can’t fight this battle the way I want to; I have to approach it differently.

I have to give Xavier what he wants.

I look to him for direction, properly trained to know that I shouldn’t orgasm unless he wants me to.  When he nods, I clench my muscles around his fingers as they continue to touch me, and I let the pleasure consume me from within.

The water doesn’t feel as cold anymore with all of the heat rushing through me as a result of what has just happened.  As I come down from the high, I feel disturbed by my level of acceptance of what I’ve just decided to do.

I will let myself be Xavier’s whore.  I will embrace it—perhaps even enjoy it—and when the time is right, I will find a way to kill Xavier when he least expects it.

“Stand up and take off your shirt,” I instruct him, causing a flash of curiosity to cross his face.

He removes his hand from me beneath the water and stands up, showing me his hard-on clearly visible beneath the fabric of his jeans when he lifts his shirt over his head.

Sitting up to my knees in the tub, I immediately reach for the button and zipper of his jeans and undo them before pulling his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.

Without hesitation, I take his cock into my mouth and grab his balls with my hand, massaging him in each place with my tongue and fingers.  When my other hand finds the base of his shaft and squeezes, he releases a breath of surprise and then moans deeply.

His legs shake with pleasure as I take him in and out of my mouth repeatedly and continue massaging him with my hands.  When he pulses in my grasp and releases into my mouth, I only strengthen my efforts and take him in farther and with more force.  His disgusting, bitter seed fills my mouth while I continue giving him exactly what he needs.  When it’s all done and he begins to shrivel inside me, I swallow and only then release his cock from my lips.

“You will leave my family alone,” I demand while Xavier tries to catch his breath.  “Do this for me—keep that promise—and I will devote myself to being your exclusive plaything.  Anything you want, whenever you want; it’s all yours as long as you stop tormenting and berating my family.”

Xavier thinks about my offer for a moment as he glances down at my wet, naked body.  “I’ll stop torturing them for sport,” he finally concludes.  “If they disobey me or my men in any way, our deal is off, and anything goes.  They all stay exactly where they are, doing exactly what they’ve been doing.  Nothing changes except that you’ll stay in this bed with me at night going forward.  I want you close to take care of any sudden urges that need attention.”

When I nod in acceptance of his terms, he grins widely at me, almost victoriously.  I share a similar grin on my own face, practicing it for the day that I get to watch the life drain from his eyes.

There is a lot I have yet to endure at Xavier’s hands, but it will all be worth it on that day.