My Torment

Chapter 9 – Control to Weakness

Ark’s chest heaving, he could not believe the strength it took to hold her in place. Not physically, but mentally he was not prepared and barely holding on. He needed to stay strong and keep her from sliding down and taking all of him all the way inside her warmth. The mere thought left his hips grinding into the tiles. A slight shake to his body as he faced the inner battle, Ark’s eyes rose to meet Madison’s. A sadness softening his gaze, “Madi you don’t have to do this… we can wait. I want to get to know each other, I want to know all about you. You should get some rest and we can talk tomorrow.” Ark’s hand reaching up, Madison flinched away as he attempted to touch her head near her wound. It was a sore spot, one she needed to protect, it was healing agonisingly slowly like all the others.

Madison barely able to hold her thoughts together any longer, she felt the high kicking in. Lucid enough she knew time and time again she had heard the same words. Sweet and selfless words that gave her unjustified hope many times over. They may not have been from her mate, but they were all the same. All the men she had met since she was taken, they were all the same. Promising one thing and dispensing punishment and pain with the other. The only way to end this circle, the only way to escape, was to leave while she still could. Maybe even face her family, if they even remembered her she thought for the briefest of moments.

Even if she wanted to stay with her mate, with where she had been, and what she had done, it was useless. She would never forgive herself and there was not a chance in hell her mate would. She had touched and been touched and tainted by so many. Madison’s words slowly sounding, she slightly bowed her head. “I want to.” For once her words not a lie, she found herself a little confused at the fact she actually did want to try this. Slowly lowering her body further downward, Ark’s body strained as his c**k sank inch by inch into her body.

Ark’s speechlessness replaced with a groan, Madison’s eyes almost rolled back into her head as she sank herself lower still. She could hardly even breath at sensation impaling her, pushing through her folds into her for once dampened inside. She could no longer count the number of times she had… but this… Tingles flying through her at a thousand miles an hour, a euphoric throbbing echoed through her body. She could feel everything, even his… emotions. That had never happened before, trying to remember what she took, her mind came up a blank.

She could feel the racing of his heart, the fear, the anxiety, the joy and excitement. She was connected now to Ark, her mate, in every sense of the word. Their bodies joined, he was all she could see, all she could feel, yet she did not even know his name. Telling herself it did not matter, Madison lifted up, before sinking back down like she had a thousand times before. Her insides exploding, she whined out at the pleasure as her body instinctively jolted backward. Leaning forward, Madison’s insides turned out. The familiar sensation of an orgasm sickening her to the core, she almost face planted onto the tiles beside Ark. His hands snapping into place instantly, he caught her before she hit the tiles.

His body had been itching, on the verge of climax the instant he went into her warmth. Ark tried to reign himself in, but her emotions flowing through their connection, his whole body stiffened. There was so much, so many, feeling everything, he could not manage to nail down a single emotion down. Her body moving up and back down he felt her high shooting through her as she trembled on top of him clamping down. Barely even having started, Ark Wanted to keep going, to make her c*m again and again. Deliberating whether or not to flip and take her again, something happened.

Pausing, a sudden and overwhelming sense of disgust rolled through Ark’s body, only it wasn’t his own emotion. Falling forward, Madison angled her body away from Ark’s. His hands catching her, she started coughing hard in his arms. Crouched behind her in an instant, he rubbed at her back as he supported her weight. Madison’s body convulsing, she dry reached as Ark stayed right by her side reaching up to shut off the cold water.

Feeling a towel wrapped around her securely, Madison’s stomach lurched continually, trying to evacuate the nothingness inside herself. Knowing the general feeling of an orgasm, it had never been that pleasurable before, and never been so fast. Waiting for the pain, Madison braced herself. Distractingly, Ark’s every touch on her skin left her wanting and needing more, to her Ark’s touch was dangerous, an unquenchable fire. Dried and tucked under the covers, Madison had hardly noticed that she had been lifted and cooed at the entire time. So distracted, she still expected to feel pain. A body moving under the covers with her she could not help but wince as her mate grew closer. That is what always happened, pleasure paired with pain. Her body exhausted, Madison knew she had no chance of fighting him off in her current state. Though then again would it be so bad? Her voice almost crying out, “I will be good.”

A large warm hand wrapping around her belly, she left lips press to her neck. Hands instantly moving upward, Madison curled into the smallest ball she could protecting her neck. No matter what anyone did to her, she could never let them mark her. Placing all of her strength into her hands, Madison held to her neck tightly with no intention of letting go. Finally letting out a slurred few words. “No, please no.”

Ark pausing yet again, he had not even thought about marking her as of yet. Goddess, he did not even know her. Her voice combined with her cowering foetal position, his heart lurched at her misunderstanding. Though the thought of trying to explain the situation seemed like an impossible one. One question drawing clearly in his mind, how many times had she done this before to avoid being marked? An to be tucked so tight, what happened after she did? Images flooding his mind of possible ways it could have occurred, he cringed inwardly.

Pulling her back into his body, Ark thought the skin too skin contact would help calm her, with the mate bond pulsating strongly between them. Keeping his voice in his angered and agitated state calm, Ark tried to remain gentle as possible. “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay. I will never mark you without your permission.” For now that would have to do for an explanation, though looking down at her, he was sceptical she even heard that much.

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