When I don’t move, he flips me over and sits on the back of my thighs, yanking my skirt up and my underwear down. “Okay,” I say, finally breaking as terror reams through me. I’ve never done this, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know it’s going to hurt. “I’ll obey if you don’t hurt me on purpose.”
“Just look at this ass,” he says, running his fingers over my bare skin so gently it makes me shudder. I know his gentleness is a lie. “This one’s made to be fucked if I’ve ever seen one.”
He grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing so hard my whole body tenses, and I know I’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingerprints tomorrow.
“I said I’d obey,” I gasp. I told myself I’d do anything to get in with the Dolces, to gain their secrets. I didn’t draw a line somewhere in my mind, somewhere that went too far. And this isn’t too far. It’s something normal couples do.
Royal chuckles and loosens his grip on my flesh. “Now put your hands back here and hold it open for me to play with.”
When I do, my face burning with hatred and humiliation, he wets his fingers in his mouth and forces one inside, past the clenched muscles. It only hurts a little—but it’s only a finger.
“Such a dirty little toy,” he purrs. “A slut should know how to take it up the ass, now shouldn’t she?”
I grit my teeth as he adds a second finger, stretching me out. I know it’ll make it hurt less, but the humiliation isn’t worth it. I’d rather have the pain. I bite my tongue and seethe, vowing that when I find out what will break him, I’m going to fucking enjoy doing it as much as he’s enjoying this. After a minute, he spits on his hand and wets his cock again before kneeling up and pushing it against my entrance. “Just relax,” he coaxes, bracing a hand on my shoulder to pin me to the ground before forcing himself inside.
I gasp at the sharp, stinging pain, worse than I expected. Tears blur my vision, and I tense up even though I’m trying not to. “Royal,” I gasp. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he says as he pushes deeper, kneeling up to watch his cock sink into me. “Be good and keep holding it open for me, and I’ll be good to you, my dirty little slut.”
Tears drip into the grass, and I’m glad my hair is over my face and he can’t see. I’m not crying. My eyes are watering from the pain, that’s all.
He pushes in deeper with each pass until he’s fully inside me. The sting dissipates once he’s buried impossibly deep, and he starts moving inside me, coaxing me with fake niceties and praise, as if I agreed to this. If I thought his promise of gentleness was sincere, I’d have been in for a rude awakening, but I know better than to believe a word that comes out of Royal Dolce’s mouth. He’s patient only until he’s buried to the hilt inside me. Then he fucks me rough and hard, his balls slapping my pussy with each deep thrust.
I bite down on my lip and try not to cry, try to relax and breathe deep and admit that it does feel a little bit good, too, along with the pain. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for him to just fucking finish already. The spit didn’t last nearly long enough, and I’d rather him cum quickly than keep going without more lube. He moves faster, grunting as his hips slam against my ass, and I know he won’t notice my discomfort, that I’m not here to him, not human. I’m just something to pound into submission, something to bury his dick in. He’s using me for his own pleasure, and right now, mine is irrelevant to him.
I’m sure if I could see his eyes, I’d see that he’s not here, either, that it’s not the Royal I know and love doing this to me. But that’s the problem. Everyone’s told me he’s complicated, and he is, but it’s more than that. None of him is bright and happy and light. He’s dark through and through. But even in darkness, his humanity shines through only sometimes. One side of him is passionate and possessive and protective, and I can love and understand that side. The other side… Is none of those things. The other side is cruel and cold and vindictive. And there’s no separating that from him. He is who he is, and this is part of him. The part that likes hurting people.
I know that if I truly love and accept him, I can’t love only one side. And yet, if I love myself, I can’t love the other side of him. It’s impossible to love him without giving up myself.
And I’m not far gone enough to do that.
“You know why you’re not girlfriend material?” he asks, lowering himself onto his elbow and sweeping my hair aside, tracing a finger over the tattoo on my shoulder. “Because you wanted to be a Dolce girl. You wanted to be my little whore, and now you are. A girlfriend wouldn’t let me fuck her in the ass on the side of the road.”
“I didn’t let you,” I growl, glad my eyes are dry again so he won’t see me cry.
He pushes up onto his hands and answers with a series of brutal thrusts that brings the tears back. Then he pulls out and rolls me over, putting himself away while he kneels over me. He didn’t cum, but he’s still hard, and he’s making sure I know he’s sparing me more torment. As if I should be grateful for that small mercy.
“Now, I said I’d eat you out, so spread your legs and I’ll give you what you came for.”
“Fuck you,” I say, sitting up.
“I’m going to,” he says, pushing me back, his eyes eerily empty. “With my tongue. So open your legs, and let me see that pretty little pussy I like to lick so much.”
“I’d rather blow you after you’ve been in my ass than let you between my legs right now.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you’d rather do,” he says, his hand on my chest, holding me down. “Open your legs, or I’ll open them for you.”
I swallow hard, so creeped out by his hollow eyes and toneless voice that I’m not sure how to react. When he’s like this, he’s unpredictable and strange, a monster with no morals, no feelings. I’m too scared of what he’ll do if I disobey. I don’t think I can take much more pain tonight, and I know this side of him will go beyond hurting me. He’ll kill me.
Maybe no one else would understand why, but I like my life. Or at least value it. I have something to live for. So I open my legs, and he sinks down between them. Though I’m still in pain, and I’d rather hold onto that and my anger than give in, his tongue feels good as it wets me. I’m too spiteful to give in easily, and I hold back, trying to think of something else as I lie there staring up at the first stars dotting the twilight sky.
I think of the secrets that he hasn’t told me, the ones he shared with Gloria instead. What does she have that I don’t? She was his Dolce girl, and now I am. When do I get the secrets?
If he won’t tell me, I need to start looking. I got caught up in his world for a moment, the whirlwind and drama and danger of being his fuck toy. But that is a dream. This is reality.
Playtime is over. It’s time to start looking, time to bring this dangerous man to his knees, time to destroy his family the way he’s destroying me.
Royal knows my body well after only a few weeks, knows how to make me cum even when I don’t want to. Unlike his usual sessions, he doesn’t writhe around and drive his face into me and moan while he goes down on me. He’s still and quiet, so quiet I can hear the wet sounds of his tongue eating me out. He has the moves down, though, and after a while, I can’t hold back. He forces my shame and humiliation as I lose control against my will, fuming with fury as I do. I cum, but my heart’s not in it. It’s only physical, a pleasure that’s in my body alone.