Chapter 6 Mark your insides

• ROXANNE
• Disgust made my stomach churn as my lips made contact with polished leather. My droplets from my hair left wet trails on his black expensive-looking shoes, his dark vulgar gaze making my skin prickled with humiliation.
• This was nothing short of an illustrated display of his power, I was the slave and he the master. He was my captor and I was his captive.
• My position was as insignificant as the speck of dust on his shoes.
• I knew I'd sealed my own fate by choosing this place rather than the hell my family's mansion would bring.
• And I was regretting it. Did I make the right or wrong choice? This terrifying man nearly raped me earlier, yet somehow my stupid brain hadn't expected him to be this twisted and cruel.
• Van Dyke
• The name burned through my skull and with a hot jarring impact, the realization suddenly slammed into me.
• The reason why I'd thought that name sounded familiar.
• No way.
• It couldn't be a coincidence that a man with this name used to work for my father. He used to be mentioned a lot by my father and step-brother, was this the same man?
• Alexander Van Dyke.
• “That's enough kissing, we still have other things to do,” He exhaled a slow, mocking laugh before walking to the bed and settling onto the edge like a king on his throne, demanding worship from a worthless slave.
• My heart kept thundering in my ears as he beckoned me to come closer by motioning his fingers.
• I slowly started to rise to my feet but his sharp snarl stopped me.
• “Crawl you fucking cunt!”
• The soft wood dug into my knees as I crawled forward, Van Dyke watched me, a look of pure amusement dancing in his psychotic eyes.
• Now, his polished shoes were inches from my face again.
• "Take them off," he ordered, lifting one foot slightly.
• My fingers trembled as I reached for the laces, tugging until the shoe slipped free. The leather was warm from his skin, the scent of expensive polish and powder clinging to it. The other followed, dropped carelessly to the side.
• Van Dyke sat opposite me like a god who ruled my life, one of his legs lifted, pressing against my collarbone. I couldn't prevent a flinch at the sudden warmth of his foot. His smirk was slow and cruel as he dragged his toe between my tits until it caught on my nipple.
• He ground his toe against the sensitive peak, watching my face and I knew he found what he expected to see because his gaze gleamed with twisted satisfaction. I knew what he saw, a broken mess, the quiet frightened whimpers that escaped my mouth in the form of tears dribbling down my chin as my whole body trembled uncontrollably.
• “You are obedient. Maybe there’s hope for you yet." He muttered.
• His foot dropped away, and I barely had time to catch my breath before he barked his next order.
• "Keep crawling. Move with your hands and knees until I tell you to stop!”
• I started to cry loudly, each sound tearing from my mouth as I forced myself to move.
• "Faster, bitch. Or do you need motivation?"
• I saw him unbuckling his belt, and with a sharp snap, the leather slid free with a whisper of threat.
• I moved quicker across the room, crawling to and fro while he watched me like I was a caged animal in a zoo.
• "Now turn around," he ordered, his voice rough like gravel. "Ass up, face down. Show me what you’re good for."
• Another shameful whimper escaped me as I bent forward, my palms flat on the floor, with my ass raised in the air.
• “Ah, please!” I cried when his hand cracked against my flesh, the slap reverberating through me, leaving a stinging heat in its wake. “Please, d-don't!” I sobbed in horror when I saw him reaching for the belt.
• "You are scared of this?” He mused, stretching and snapping the leather. “Then, I'm afraid you must be louder, pet," he demanded, striking me again with his palm forcefully. My cry is ragged this time, tears falling against the floor.
• Then, his fingers dug into my hips, yanking me around until I was facing him again. I could see the thick bulge of his cock through his slacks and knew how much my affliction was turning him on.
• "Lick," he commanded, shoving two fingers into my mouth. I grimaced at the sudden intrusion but sucked obediently, my tongue working between his knuckles, coating his skin with saliva.
• He pulled them free and glistening with a wet pop,
• "Good bitch," he murmured, his hand already palming the thick bulge in his slacks.
• "Now fondle those tits for me."
• I swallowed hard but obeyed, lifting my hands to my breasts, and squeezing them until they ached under my own touch.
• I kept telling myself that it was better I touched myself than him doing it for me, but the way his eyes darkened as he watched the way I fondled myself made me feel no difference between my hands and his.
• "You know how fucking tempting these tits are? Pinch those nipples. Harder." He grunted, unzipping his fly.
• His cock sprang free—heavy, veined, glistening at the tip. Then, he began to stroke.
• I bit back a whimper as I twisted the stiff peaks, pain shooting through me.
• "On your back, legs spread. Show me that pussy," He growls, pumping his fist more furiously, the head of his cock rapidly appearing and diminishing in his huge hand.
• I sank onto the floor, dragging my fingers through my slit, exposing the flushed pink flesh. I held his darkened gaze like a trampled doll as his groans filled the air along with the fleshy sounds of him beating his flesh.
• "Let's play a game cunt," he said, his thumb swiping over the leaking head of his cock. "You’re going to finger and pleasure that tight little hole. If you fail to come, I’ll fuck you raw right here."
• My body shuddered with horror. Two other contradicting feelings bloomed within me.
• Hopelessness and hope.
• If I obeyed him, did it mean that he wouldn't have sex with me tonight? This would buy me some time to…
• My fingers pushed inside but the sudden burst of pain had me retracting them. Instead, I rub frantic circles over my clit just like in those porn videos Nico had always forced me to watch with him while we were younger.
• Van Dyke’s hips jerk in time with my movements, his fist pumping faster.
• "Look at you," he growls. "I can see your wetness from here, do you wish it were my cock slapping that fat clit instead of your fingers?”
• I hated how my body responded to his words—how my hips buckled, and the way my breath hitches from the slow build of pleasure.
• “You can't even fit your finger, but guess what, this cock right here is going to be the first to stretch you wide open, you'll take my cock, won't you?”
• His pleasured gaze continued to hold mine captive, I rubbed my slit again and I could feel the wetness cracking between my thighs.
• “You'll not only take my cock, cunt, but you'll also allow me to breed your tight little hole, my cum will be the first to mark your insides!”
• The coil in my stomach tightened, as pleasure clawed its way up my spine.
• "Cum whore!" he snarled.
• I did—hard. My back arched off the floor, a broken cry tearing from my throat as my cunt spasmed to ooze out hot cream.
• Van Dyke followed with a groan, he stood up just in time for thick ropes of his cum to splatter across my face, my tits, my stomach.
• He didn't stop there. I was still catching my breath from the shock and pleasure waves of my orgasm when he lifted his foot, his sole against my soaked pussy. I flinch as he rubbed his heel into me, smearing my release into my skin and then some of his cum which he dragged from my abdomen to paint my outer labia.
• Then his toe touched my sensitive clit, and I flinched, a moan slipping from my mouth.
• "On your knees until I return," he said coolly, and then he stepped over me.
• I stayed frozen, my body trembling, and my mind numb.
• The floor was cold and I was still wet from our mixed juices.