Chapter 4 His Possession in Reality

• We arrived in his hut and he walked me in. On the outside it looked relatively small and simple. But on the inside, it was high roofed and expansive.
• To give his behemoth frame room to move. He'd need a spacious area to stroll about. I'd never before seen a hut I thought would fit him.
• He turned and bolted the door up high.
• Far too high for me to reach.
• Then he turned and showed me the key to my shackles. Putting it in his pocket with a broad grin.
• Reminding me who's in control. I gave him a black look.
• Then without preamble, he reached out and tore the oversized tunic I wore down the front. Roughly ripping it off me and tossing it in the corner like discarded rubbish.
• "This is how you'll remain." He commanded.
• ***
• I glared up at him defiantly. "I won't."
• "You will." He dismissed. Stepping forward to cup a small breast as he gave me a thoughtful study. "Ye're a small lass. I worry about breaking yer flesh."
• He thought he might break me?
• Reassuring. That was my fear too. I stared up at him in horror.
• "You could let me go, in that case." I suggested.
• He smirked.
• "Aren't you adorable?" He bumped my chin with his knuckles in a disarming way.
• He was a behemoth. A massive creature that loomed like a great bull. I couldn't begin to fear what he had beneath that bit of leather.
• Something I don't want to see atall.
• "It won't matter. You'll never have me. I'll get away."
• "Will ye?" He laughed. Spinning me around and folding me over his bed. As bare as the day I was born.
• He could take me. Rip me. And I'd be broken beyond repair.
• Please don't. I willed.
• I heard him moving the cloth covering his groin aside and I felt something like a small arm landing on my buttocks. He drug it against me. Sliding it over my crack then down between my thighs.
• Holy shit.
• It'll never fit. I recalled how the inside of my body had clenched around his finger.
• "Put your legs together." He ordered.
• Determined to show no weakness or terror I did as he bid. Closing my legs, I felt his hard member slipping between my thighs. And pinched against the moist wetness between my lower lips.
• Sending strange heat surging through my lower abdomen. Something unlike anything I'd felt before.
• He slid backward and moaned. Then forward, pushing in and out of my thighs rhythmically.
• Despite myself, I knew my body got wetter. Slicking him as he moved.
• "You like that, don't you?" His large hands landed around my sides. Nearly encompassing my width. As he pounded harder against the back of my thighs. His hips nearly bruising as he gained momentum.
• Looking down I saw his cock parting my thighs as the head jutted between them. Shining wetly as it emerged and retracted.
• ***
• He was moaning in pleasure. Pushing forward so hard he was tipping me further over the bed. My hands landed on it to brace me. He flattened a hand over the top of my buttocks so he could lean back and watch him sliding between my legs.
• Then he lurched forward, hard. I watched the head of his cock emerge between my thighs and shoot white liquid a distance. Landing in my hair.
• He moaned in pleasure and his grip loosened.
• "Good, Lass." He patted my ass as though I were a good pup.
• He turned and walked away. Dismissing me.