"P-please n-no" The 16-year-old girl cowered, her small hands pressed against his chest, as he loomed over her, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
"You're mine,"he growled, his deep voice low and menacing. "You've been mine since the moment...
As we ate breakfast, I couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance. The maid had ruined the moment, interrupting the tension between us. But as I looked at Ivy, I saw her eyes sparkle as she gazed at the food, and her sigh of appreciation was like music to my ears. She inhaled the aroma of the dishes, her eyes closed in rapture, and I was struck by the innocence of the gesture.
It was as if she had forgotten about the circumstances that had brought us together, and was simply enjoying the pleasure of a delicious meal. I, on the other hand, couldn't help but be drawn to her, my senses heightened as I watched her savor each bite.
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The scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, the delicate curves of her face... it all combined to create a sense of calm, a sense of control, that I hadn't felt in a long time.
It all made me shuffle with discomfort as my cock hardened. We finished our breakfast and then a maid with a tray which contain a glass of water and milk and pills and placed it infront of Ivy and she looked at her and then to me in confusion I gestured with my eyes to the maid to leave and she did what I ordered her.
As the maid departed, Ivy's gaze locked onto mine, her eyes narrowing in confusion and suspicion, like a curious kitten encountering a snake for the first time.
Before her bewilderment could deepen, I dropped the bombshell: "These pills are for birth control, remember? I didn't use any protection last night."
My words hit her like a ton of bricks, and she stiffened, fear washing over her face like a cold wave. Her hand trembled as she reached for the glass, her eyes fixed on the pills as if they were poisonous.
I handed them to her with a flourish, my smile growing wider as she gulped them down, her face pale. I took the glass from her, my fingers brushing against hers, and gestured towards the milk. "Now, drink this,"
I commanded, my voice low and menacing. Ivy's gaze flickered towards the glass, her expression twisting in disgust, as if I was offering her a cup of poison.
"'Don't make those faces, darling. This is for your health, hmm?' I whispered, my voice laced with a gentle, yet menacing tone.
Ivy nodded submissively, her eyes cast downward, as if gazing at the floor might spare her from my wrath. But I knew better. I squeezed her thigh, a firm reminder to verbally respond and meet my gaze.
"Drink it, hmm?" I commanded, my voice dripping with a warning. This time, she looked up at me, fear lurking in the depths of her eyes like a trapped animal.
"O-ok," she stammered, her voice barely audible. I smiled, a cold, calculating smile, as I caressed her head, holding her close to me like a captive.
She took the glass in her shaky hand, her eyes fixed on mine as if seeking mercy. And then, with a deep breath, she downed the milk in one swift motion, as if desperate to appease me.
