Short stories (Erotica)

Prized Possession Part 2

Months passed, and I became someone I didn’t recognize.

Roman had kept his promise. He didn’t cage me he infact gave me freedom I hadn’t expected. His mansion became my sanctuary. The bruises from my past faded, not just on my skin but in my heart.

Every day, he showed me kindness in quiet ways. He listened when I spoke, no matter how small the story. He made sure I ate, slept, healed. He gave me books to read, clothes that fit, moments that reminded me I wasn’t just surviving this time, I was living.

And slowly, dangerously, I fell head over hills in love with him.

I told myself not to. That I was too broken, too scarred. But love doesn’t ask permission. It sneaks in, soft at first, until it blooms so big it’s impossible to hide.

One evening, I found him on the balcony overlooking the gardens, the setting sun painting his skin in gold. He stood shirtless, his tattooed chest broad, muscles shifting with each breath. His long hair caught the light, his grey eyes distant.

“You’re staring,” he said without looking at me, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Heat rushed to my face. “I wasn’t.”

“You were,” he countered, finally turning toward me. His smirk faded when he saw the worry in my eyes. “Mia. Why do you look afraid?”

I shook my head. “I’m not afraid. I just… I don’t want to be a possession to you. Another thing you bought.”

His gaze softened, and he stepped closer, towering over me but never suffocating. His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“You’re not a possession,” he murmured. “You’re my choice. My heart. My… everything.”

The sincerity in his voice undid me. My chest tightened, tears stung my eyes.

And then his lips were on mine.

It started slow, hesitant, as if asking permission. My fingers curled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. When I didn’t pull away, when I pressed closer instead, the kiss deepened heat sparking, spreading until it consumed us both.

His arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly. My gasp was swallowed by his mouth as he carried me inside, setting me gently against the bed.

“Mia,” he breathed, forehead against mine. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

“Don’t stop.” was what I could master to say before he continued his sensual assault to my neck.

I hadn't done this before, but I trusted him and thats all that mattered.

He removed the long t shirt off my body and threw it across the room leaving me with just my pink panties.

He grabbed my perky breasts and sucked on the other earning a soft moan from me.

He slowly kissed my body going down low his hand not leaving my boob. He kissed and stop just above my panties, looking at me to give him the go ahead and when I let him, he removed the last piece of clothing left on my body.

The sudden exposure made me unconsciously shut my leg together.

"Don't hide from me baby" he said as he parted my legs away from each other, exposing my most private of places.

"God you are so beautiful, Mia" he said kissing my inner thighs going lower and dangerously close to the place I needed him the most.

He blew on my womanhood, earning a shudder from me.

He finally kissed my womanhood making me gasp at the contact. Gave me one huge lick earning a loud moan from me.

My legs were thrown on his broad shoulders and he fully dove into my womanhood like it was his last meal, pushing two fingers in me, turning me into a moaning mess. I grabbed onto his soft locks of hair pushing his face deep into me. I had never felt something like this, the sensation was otherworldly.

He randomly stopped and got up, wiping the ends of his mouth not letting any juice go to waste.

His pants were unzipped and thrown into another side of the bedroom, his manhood standing tall and proud like the empire state building.

I became a little afraid, because I had never done this before and I didn't know how he'd fit that beast into my tiny entrance but the fire burning between my legs didn't care if he was going to break me in half or not, all it needed was him, I needed him, I wanted him and no fear was gonna stop this from happening.

He tore a pack of condom and placed the condom on his manhood before grabbing my legs and pushing me to him, this was it, I was nervous and he could tell.

"Don't be afraid baby, I'll take care of you"

He placed my legs on the side of his hips and pushed himself into my entrance, making me wince at the sudden burn from the intrusion.

He pushed back out and pushed in again, repeating this same move until I got used to him.

He started to thrust slowly at first all the pain subsiding with every thrust making way for a pleasure.

"Go faster please" I said with a groan that turned into a moan at the end.

He picked up the pace going inside of me and out just the way I wanted. The pain had subsided, he placed my legs on his shoulders again going deeper than ever.

"Oh my god roman" I involuntarily moaned

He placed me on all fours and got in again, thrusting faster, deeper and harder, this time his fingers rubbing on my womanhood making me scream his name over and over again till the neighbours heard us.

And that night, all the pain, the fear, the shadows of the past, melted away in the fire of something new, something unshakable.

Something that felt like love.