Chaos Within

Chapter- 4

(One month and 28 days later)~

■POV- Camelia

It's been almost two months, and I still don’t remember anything about my past. Rylan has been a great company since he's the only company I have got, lately. He didn’t let me leave the mansion, neither did he. He only went out to get groceries or food.

He’s been working from home and keeping an eye out for me. He had days off on the weekends and we would usually bake and watch movies to kill the time. Not gonna lie, but that man can really bake and cook, which I’m grateful for because eating takeout every day is not appetizing and he doesn’t let me cook. I mean, I didn’t mean to burn the damn meat to ashes on purpose.

Either way, he’s a cool guy to hang out with if he didn’t get sudden mood swings like some pregnant lady. One moment he’s pretty chill and then the next second he’s completely the opposite, closed off and distant. Even though my gut says not to trust him, I kind of trust him. Like, he still didn’t try to kill me or hurt me, he hadn’t even raised his voice at me, which I find quite strange for a hot-tempered man like him.

Today we are going shopping, yeah, you heard me right. My kidnapper is finally going to take me out after holding me hostage in his mansion for so long. To be honest I’ve been looking forward to going shopping as I’m running low on clothes since Rylan liked to get really rough during our little intimidate sessions. It was nothing much, just some oral se× and even that, he never asked me to return the favour. I tried to reason with him to let me please him, but he kept on saying that it was still not the ‘right’ time. For a man with good flirting skills, he did have some magical fingers and a tongue to go with it. Even the thought of his lapping on my folds like a starved man made me clench my thighs.

It’s around 5 pm and we are almost done with the shopping. I don’t know what power this man had over me but every time he picked out a dress for me and instinct I wore it, I obeyed him without further drama.

We arrived at the final shop, the linger shop.

Of course! He’s obviously going to follow me into the lingerer shop, too. How stupid of me to think that this sick psycho would respect a woman’s privacy.

“Go choose what you want…" And don’t forget to show me before you bill them.” He winks. Oh my god, this man truly is an asshole.

“Try these on, princess.” I turn around and a blush instantly creeps onto my face when I see what he was holding out for me. It was a black, mesh lingerer set with straps. Even though we had shared some intense moments, it still felt weird.

I’m no tender, innocent girl but his punishments are kind of too agonizing for me. I don’t mind getting beaten but being punished se×ually isn’t something I’m looking forward to, so I take the lingerer set without any complaints and make my way towards the dressing rooms.

“Such a good girl for master.” I hear him whisper and chuckle. That asshole. For all I know, he would kill me after using me for his entertainment and I’m still bothered about complying with all these demands because I don’t want to be punished. Believe me, having to hold back an orgasm until you’re about to pass out from the immense pleasure isn’t fun.

I soon find myself in a vacant dressing room. Since it’s a weekday the shop is completely deserted. When I’m finally done wearing that shitty bundle of straps and thin lace, I’m on the verge of passing out from the effort of clasping the straps in their relevant places. How do women even wear this s**t, I honestly don’t know.

As soon as I’m done, I hear a soft knock at the dressing room door. Great, so now he wants to see me in this stupid lingerer, too. Just great.

I slowly opened the door and his sinful eyes scanned every inch of my body as if it were some artwork on display.

“Perfect.” He clicked his tongue.

“Alright, then I will wear it for you when we have our next punishment session.”

Learning the power this man held over me and my life is enough for me to surrender at his feet. Yes, he still hasn’t tried to hurt me but I’m not going to jump to naïve conclusions. After all, he’s a stranger who obviously kidnapped me a few months back. Even though he always tries to convince me that he was my saviour, I highly doubt that.

“Is my princess forgetting something?” he asked a dark gleam clouding his electric blue eyes.

“I’ll wear it for you ‘master’.” I emphasize the word ‘master’ and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Now, that’s better.”

Yes, he instinct I called him ‘master’ when he first touched me and the act continued. Oh lord, save me from this mess. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to survive this man who seems to be the devil himself with his 6’4 build and those dozens of tattoos and scars covering his sculptured muscles, I don’t even know if I’m okay.

I was going to close the door of the dressing room to change but I guess the devil had some other plans on his mind as he puts his foot in between the door as a barrier to keep it open. He holds the door open for a while, taking another long sinful glance at my almost naked body.

“Why later when I could have you right now?” he whispers rather to himself, and a chill runs down my spine.

He comes in and closes the door behind him.

I hold my breath, too scared to even breathe. He isn’t going to f**k me in a f*****g dressing room, right? I mean it does sound hot but I don’t want to actually try it out.

He pushes me against the wall while bringing both of my legs up to his waist. I could feel his bulge pressing against my core and instantly the conflict I had before about this being inappropriate dies as I find myself grinding against him. One of his hands slid down my as$ while the other finds its way to my throat.

He chokes me while leaving butterfly kisses along my jaw. He finds his way to my bo0bs, dragging away the thin lace covering them he closes his mouth around my already hardened n!pple. A soft moan betrays me and slips out of my lips. I could feel a smirk growing on his face as a response. God, if this is heaven I’m never going to sing again. Never.

“you like that princess?” his voice was so freaking deep that it sent shivers down my spine and ignited my already heated core. He slaps me and all I can do is moan in response as he tore me apart with his teeth.

I wonder if I was a prostitute before I lost my memory because I totally act like a wore every time this man touches me, he knows what he’s doing to me and I ain’t going to deny it, no matter how gross it sounds to be aroused by a kidnapper or possibly a murderer who has the capability of killing me right this second as he pleasures me.

It’s dangerous. I’m playing with fire but that’s what makes it so interesting and appealing too.

I feel his hand slowly creeps away from my as$ to my barely clothed pus$y. The thin line of the thong separating his fingers from my eager pus$y. He rubs his fingers along my core and pushes the thin fabric aside.

“You are so wet for me.” He whispers against my ear as he runs his fingers along my leaking pu$sy.

“Aren’t you, princess?” he says while sucking my earlobe.

When I don’t respond he continues, “I know, even though you act like you are disgusted by the things I do, you get turned on by it too, my little $lut.” he chuckles as a gasp escapes my lips. He had never talked dirty before and I’m grateful he didn’t because it sure as hell did turn me on even more, if that’s possible. God knows what he’s doing to me.

I feel him rub my folds and I’m desperate for him to do something. I know, I was resistant at first but now all I want is for him to f**k me in this f*****g dressing room itself.

I literally push myself into his fingers because the feeling of not being touched the way I want is too overwhelming.

“Such an impatient $lut, aren’t you?” he growls in my ear.

I’m pissed at him, I swear if he keeps me hanging like last time, I’m going to kill him. If he’s going to f**k me then at least quite the teasing.

“I know I’m a $lut, so f**k me like one.” The words slipped out of my mouth even before I got the chance to stop them.

“What did my princess just say?”

‘Smack’, the slap echoes in the small space of the dressing room and the sting makes it even better.

“f**k me, master.” Another moan slips from my lips as I feel his d**k twitch under his jeans.

“f**k your little $lut, master.” I closed my eyes, too aroused to comprehend anything.

I feel a finger slip inside me and I gasp.

“That’s a good girl for me, master loves it when his little $lut uses her words.”

I moan in response. I could feel my pu$sy clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out. I feel his thumb finds its way to my cl!t, the pleasure too much to comprehend. I was a moaning mess when his hand harshly covered up my mouth to muffle out the sounds I was making. With this intoxicating man invading all my thoughts I completely forgot that there could be people around us at earshot.

“Be a good girl and be silent for me.” He groans in my ear and I feel myself clench around his fingers.

“f**k” he curses, obviously feeling me clench around him.

“You’re so f*****g tight Camelia.” The way he said my name felt too good. I feel him quicken his phase, a long-awaited orgasm settling in the pith of my stomach.

“Please..” I practically begged, tears forming in my eyes from being on the edge for too long.

“Please what, princess?” he starts rubbing my cl!t even faster.

At this point I was just a moaning mess, blabbering incoherent words, unable to think or speak.

“Please what?” he growls. He doesn’t give it to me, holding me at the edge.

“Ple…aseeee…”

“Just f*****g say the words!” he growls again biting my earlobe.

“Plea….seeee…”

“Ahh..fuuuuuckkk…”

“…mas….ahh terrrr…”

He finally buries his fingers deep inside me rubbing my cl!t harder while adding a third finger in me. My body starts to twitch. His hand wrapped tightly around my neck and left hickeys as he sucks and nibbles at my neck. My screams are muted by the hand around my throat, choking me, crushing my windpipes.

The orgasm takes over me in waves and I completely lose myself. He’s still sucking on my neck when I come down from my high. I feel like I’m about to pass out.

This man knows just how I like it. I don’t know what I was like before I lost my memory but I’m pretty sure I was a kinky soul begging god to send Satan himself to devour me and I guess god finally did accept my prays and sent me the devil himself to fulfil my kinky needs. I think I don’t mind living with this man after all.

He brings his juice-coated fingers into his lips and sucks them clean as I watch him. A deep groan builds in his throat as we hold eye contact.

“Like what you’re seeing?” he raises an eyebrow.

I look away sheepishly.

“Get dressed and bring the stuff you want to be purchased, I’ll be near the counter.”

I do as I’m told. I could try to run away but there would be no use. He’s going to find me sooner or later and deep down I knew I wanted to be found and devoured as well. I wanted his darkness to seed itself in me so we could be the imperfectly perfect match for each other, I want him to break me and mould me so I could fit into his twisted soul.

How ironic. In the beginning, I hated him for snatching me away from my life and holding me hostage in his mansion but now I don’t even want to try to escape.