Loving You - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

**Warning**

Explicit Chapter

"GOOODMORNING ANGEL!" I'm jolted awake by Damiens loud excited voice as he enters my room. I roll over groaning slightly by the abrupt awakening my eyes squinting to focus on him. He looks amazing. All bright eyed and bushy tailed. His blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

He plops on the bed beside me and jerks the cover away from my face. A smile beaming across his face revealing that dimple that I'd grown accustom to over the short time we'd been together.

"Go get dressed and ready, I want to give you a tour of your new home." I finally noticed he had some clothes in his hands and snatch them out of his hands. I get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom to get changed when I feel a jerk on my arm whipping me around Damiens face, his good mood totally gone and his face set in a murderous glare.

"We're going to have a good day today, right Angel?" His grip tightens on my arm causing me to flinch. "Yes."

He smiles at me again and jerks me towards him for a quick kiss on my cheek. "Good. Now go get dresses." I walk away from him but not before he slaps me on the ass causing me to jump.

Once I reach the bathroom I close the door behind me and look into the mirror. My hair is back into its curly mass and my eyes look dull. I sigh and unfold the fabric he gave me to reveal a nice, yellow sundress. Once I brush my teeth and relive myself, I put on the dress liking the way it hugs my figure and the back is out. I search the cabinets and find some hair products and since my hair is to curled to try and comb i just settle for putting it in a high ponytail.

When I finish in the bathroom I walk back into the bedroom to find Damien with his back to me on the phone. He has one hand in his pocket and has a casual stance as if he's talking about something simple like grocery shopping or the mailman coming late. But once I get closer to him I hear his tone and stiffen.

"I don't give a fuck if he wants a small percentage. I oughta cut out his tongue and make him eat it for even suggesting something so ridiculous. You tell him that if I catch him in my side again, I will hunt him down and kill everyone he has ever cared about while he watches in my personal torture chamber. Then I will kill him."

He hung up the phone and whirled around quickly startling me with the murderous expression he had on his face. Once he catches sight of me standing there his features suddenly soften and he takes in my appearance the lust obvious in his eyes.

"Angel, I didnt even notice you there. Are you ready to go?" He smiles at me but I cant return the smile. Not after what I'd just heard.

"Are you really going to kill someones family?" He frowns a little "Yes. If he doesnt do what I say"

I gape at him in disbelief. I knew he was evil because of what he did with me and Peter, but this was being the fucking devil. "But, they're innocent... how. or why would you take the lives of innocent people just because of one man?"

He only laughs, revealing his dimple and embraces me in a hug putting his nose in my hair."To set an example my naive little angel. So that no one will try and defy me."

Before I could respond he grabs me by the arm leading me out the door and into the hallway. The first thing I think when I set foot out here was what does this guy do for a living? This hallway looked as if it belonged in the palace of queen elizabeth. It was large and long, leading intricate designs to each door and hallways that led to God knows where.

Damien was still walking in front of me and we soon reached a large white double door. He opens it and my mouth opens a smidge when I look past the doorframe.

"This is my office. You can come in here whenever you like. Except for w hen I have a client. I'll get you a phone or something so that you can tell me when you want to come to my office until you know this place well enough to be on your own.

I turn to him curiosity "What exactly do you do for a living?"

He only smiles and walks me out of his office. "In due time Angel."

After 30 more minutes of touring, Damien manages to show me an indoor pool, an entertainment area, a yoga studio,a gym, a car hanger (Which is filled with 14 expensive ars), the enttry area, several guest rooms. We eventually make our way to the kitchen where I realize I am starving.

The kitchen looks like it was made fir a 5 star restraunt. He walks me from the kitchen into the dining room where theres a masive plate of blueberry pancakes waiting for us in the center of the large dining table. Damien fixes me a plate and sits beside me with the plate of pancakes. And before long I start digging in. These are delicious. Whoever made these deserves a frealin medal. That's when it hit me.

"Why havent I seen any other people around here today? I know it must take a staff to run this massive place." He looks up from his phone.

"Because I told them to be scarce of course."

"Why?"

"I dont want you getting any ideas of trying to escape through one of my staff, then I'd have to kill them for defying me and tying to help you." He stated matter of factly.

I felt the anger start to build up inside of me. And stood up abruptly, my chair sliding back against the wood flooring startling Damien. "How can you throw around peoples lives so easily? Doesnt it bother you that you are taking the life of another human being?"

His eyes darken. "Angel, Sit Down." I should have heeded his warning, his tone was not a compromising one. "Or what?! You gonna shoot me! You evil son of a-"

Damien was out of his chair before I could finish my sentence. He slaps me so hard across the face I fall to the floor and see stars spring across my vision. Before I could get my bearings I felt a tug on my hair and realized Damien was now dragging me out of the dining room by my hair. I kick and scream and call Damien every curse word in the book.

Once we were in what appered to be a living room Damien threw me to the floor by my hair and grabs me roughly around the throat. His menacing gaze penetrating me deep.

"I've told you several times about that fuckign mouth of yours angel. Why dont we give it something else to do?" He smiles coldy at me and stands up to his full height, towering over me on the floor. He reaches for his pants and begins to undo the buttons. As soon as I realize whats about to happen I jump up and sprint to the archway that leads to a hallway. Before I can get anywhere near it Damien slams into my backside knocking me to the ground with his heavy weight on top of me.

He rolls me over and straddles me, his weight pinning me helplessly to the ground. "Please! Damien please dont! I'm sorry!"

My words have no effect on him as he undoes his pants, his large erection springing free from its restraint. My eyes widen. He was huge. How the hell was I supposed to fit that in my mouth? Damien didnt care as he grabs my head and jerks me towards it, the velvety tip barely touching my lips.

His expression turns terrifying. "Suck." And with that one word he pushes his cock into my mouth. It tastes like nothing at first. Just like some clean soap and Damien. He grabs my body and drags me to the couch, setting my back against the couch and he stays on his knees and begins fucking my face.

"Oh, fuck baby your mouth is so hot."

He thrusts deeper into my mouth, my screams being muffled by his tip going into my throat. As he keeps thrusting he gets deeper and deeper until I can feel him in the back of my throat. I cant breathe and my eyes begin to water. I gag from the intrusion into my throat, causing saliva to dribble down my chin.

Damien pulls out of my mouth and I think that he's being kind enough to let me take a breath, but as soon as I open my mouth and breathe in he violently thrusts back into my throat. I'm screaming and tears are falling fast down my face, my hands trying to push Damien out of my mouth. I eve kick my legs to try and kick him even though I know its impossible but I'll try anything to get out of this situation. Damien grabs my hair roughly in fists and starts literally fucking my face as if its a vagina. His thrusts getting faster and harder.

Finally he stiffens and I can feel his cock getting bigger and thicker in my mouth. He thrusts one last time, his cock all the way in my mouth to where his balls are resting on my bottom lip. I'm gagging and suffocating while he cums in my mouth. I can feel the hot spurts as they jet into my throat, forcing me to swallow.

He takes his cock out of my mouth, smiling at me coldly as he puts himself back in his pants. I fall over coughing and sputtering, choking on my own saliva and his sperm. He squats in front of me and I feel a finger under my chin as he forces me to look at him. His eyes are threatening and cold.

"Next time you want to use that foul language, I suggest you think of what happened here today." He pauses as if thinking for a moment and finally speaks again. "Oh. And next time, it wont be your mouth that I fuck." He flicks my head away, leaving me to cry in my own tears.

"Show her to her room. I have business to attend to." I hear Damiens voice and he must be talking to someone. I dont care though.

*****

It's been a few hours since the living room incident. The first thing I did when I got back to my room was scrub my skin. It feels a little tingly and is red from all the force I used. 5 of Damiens men have come into my room bringing me food. I dont care though. I,ve been sitting in my bed with my knees to my chest since I got out of the shower. I dont want to eat. I feel violated in everyway. I feel as if my sould has been shattered. And I know the next time it will be worse.

I knew he would want to have sex with me eventually. He was about to at the club before he took me. The thing that changed his mind was the fact that I had never been with anyone else before. I had always hoped that my first time would be at least with somebody that I loved. But now it was going to be taken from me by some psycho that steals women for a living.