Broken
1026 Words
Elle POV
Weeks blurred together, each night etched with the presence of the dragon who owned me.
His scent — smoke, spice, and something ancient — clung to the air like a warning and a promise.
He wasn’t the monster the world feared.
Yet something inside me still trembled with every knock on the cage door.
And something else… warmed.
Tonight, I waited for him.
Standing.
Blindfolded.
Heart hammering.
When he touched me, it was never careless. Never cruel. Never enough to hurt. But the intensity… the way he handled me… made my body heat war with the instinct to flee.
He placed me on the bed.
I tilted my head — just slightly — just curious enough to shift the blindfold.
A sliver of light pierced through.
His reaction was instantaneous.
A growl ripped from him — low, primal, savage enough to make my knees buckle.
“I’ve been lenient, little wolf,” he hissed, the sound vibrating through my bones.
He pulled me up sharply.
“Stand. Still.”
His steps echoed as he left, then returned.
Cold metal brushed my neck.
“Rules broken,” he said, voice like frost. “Punishment given.”
The collar clicked closed with a finality that stung deeper than skin.
A sinking feeling curled in my stomach.
Had I mistaken his gentleness for something it never was?
Was I nothing but a possession?
Metal cuffs circled my wrists next, each closure a reminder.
“What do you know of dolls, little wolf?” he asked.
My throat tightened.
“The… toy.”
“Yes.”
He stepped closer, breath ghosting over my cheek.
“Children play with them. Collectors display them. Porcelain dolls, placed on stands, admired… restrained.”
His hands slid around me, guiding me backward until something cold and unyielding pressed against my spine — a pole.
“Do you need the bathroom?” he asked.
“No.”
He lifted my arms, the cuffs scraping against metal as he locked them above my head. The collar clicked into an attachment behind me, holding me upright, exposed.
My breath quickened.
The room felt darker.
Quieter.
His fingers brushed my ankle. Metal tightened there too.
Then the door clicked shut.
And I was alone.
Time stretched. My heartbeat became the only sound, pounding so loud it filled my ears.
When the door creaked open again, dread flooded me.
His footsteps approached slowly.
Controlled.
Too controlled.
“Your punishment will last as long as I decide,” he said, voice a rasp that barely sounded human. “You will remain restrained. No freedoms. Not until you earn them back.”
He stepped closer — I felt the heat of him before he touched me.
“Open your mouth.”
A vial pressed to my lips.
A sickly-sweet smell hit my nose an instant before warm liquid slid over my tongue.
My body ignited — nerves sparking, breath hitching.
Before I could react, he replaced the gag, the familiar pressure silencing me.
“Since you tried removing the blindfold, I’m taking extra measures,” he murmured, tone dark with something like disappointment.
The blindfold was ripped away.
I squeezed my eyes shut instinctively.
“Open.”
I obeyed.
Darkness.
Complete and suffocating.
“A potion,” he whispered. His fingers skimmed beneath my eyes. “Temporary blindness. It will keep you from defying me again.”
Fear crashed into me.
The man from before — the gentle one — felt gone, replaced by something wilder.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Your eyes,” he rasped. “Bright gold… I’ve never seen a wolf with that color.”
His fingertip trailed down my cheek, over my jaw, tracing the vulnerability I couldn’t hide.
“Little wolf,” he breathed, voice trembling with hunger and madness, “you are the only doll I take into my bed.”
A rough hand slid to my waist, gripping, claiming.
“I want your body.” His breath hit my ear. “But it isn’t ready. Not yet.”
His restraint shook through his hands.
“Tonight I take you past your limits. You belong to me — and I won’t stop.”
His fingers dragged lower—
Heat coiled low in my belly—
My gagged breath hitched—
Then—
A low device hum started somewhere near my skin.
Straps tightened.
Something positioned exactly where my nerves were rawest.
“Tell me,” he growled, “do you like my touch?”
I hesitated — and that hesitation sealed my fate.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes.”
He turned something on.
A sharp jolt tore through me — bright, overwhelming — and I yelped against my gag.
“Good,” he purred, his voice a shadowed caress. “Very good.”
My legs strained. Metal rattled. My breath came in frantic bursts.
The hum increased.
Pleasure flooded.
Then crested.
Then… too much.
I trembled violently, the world narrowing to sound and heat and the overwhelming closeness of him.
He didn’t stop.
His breath grew harsh.
Mine broke.
Time dissolved.
I felt my body buck and give, my mind flickering in and out around waves I couldn’t fight. The pole dug into my back with every involuntary arch.
Darkness clung to me, the world slipping in and out.
“Get used to this,” he whispered. “Days may pass before I release you.”
A whimper slipped from behind the gag.
“Your body responds like no doll before you.” His tone deepened, nearly reverent. “And I… am losing control.”
Something warm touched my cheek — his hand, trembling.
“I hoped you’d obey,” he whispered. “But I’m not disappointed.”
A click.
He removed the gag.
Before I could draw a full breath, his mouth crushed against mine — desperate, consuming, fire meeting fire. His tongue claimed, tasting every shattered breath I had left.
The device hummed harder—
A cry escaped me—
His breath hitched, ragged and hungry—
Then—
Then—
Everything blurred together: breath, heat, metal, longing, terror, desire—
And the world went black.
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