Chapter 11: "You're Mine."

“I didn’t take you for a crybaby. Sure, I’ll patch you up.” I say with a shrug. His grin widens as he leads me the way to his bedroom. I’ve used hundreds of men for sex and money. So why is my heart pounding like this? As we came up to his bedroom door, I could feel myself sweat beneath my extra, extra-large sweater.

Upon entering his room, I was surprised by the interior. It was similar colors to mine but mostly black. “Damn. I didn’t take you for a person that likes a lot of black, especially since you never wear it.”

“Appearances are deceiving. You’re a perfect example.” His words make me give a confused tilt of my head before he continues, “I never would’ve guessed such a pretty face had such a surly attitude.”

I snorted at his comment. Surly is a polite way of putting it. I then take in a deep, shaky breath as he goes into his bathroom. And, just like in my bathroom, his first aid kit was beneath the sink. Well, one of the sinks. His bathroom was almost identical to mine. He sat down on his cushiony bed while waving me over and opening the white box.

Ah, for fuck’s sake…

I had quite a bit of experience when it comes to tending to one’s wounds. Mainly my own. You need to know how to put on a good bandaid when you live in the west city’s streets. And by bandaid? I mean good at stitching. As I take a seat next to him, I look at the supplies and then glance at his nose. I brushed off my damage too soon, a dark knot was already starting to form on the side of his nose with a red cut stretched across it.

Oops.

“Well, it’s bruised. Sorry about that. Nothing that some ointment can’t fix.” I say while grabbing an alcohol swab and gently tapping at the cut. My concentration on tending to his cut broke to look at Julian and see how he was doing. Instead, I just locked my eyes with his intense stare again, sending a shocking jolt up my spine as I quickly looked back down at the kit. I struggled to gulp as I clumsily looked through the supplies to see what I should grab next. My sudden shyness couldn’t be hidden and Julian took that as a sign to advance. He lowered my hand that held the alcohol swab while leaning closer to my face. My body seemed to move on its own since I didn’t even hesitate to close my eyes and lock my lips to his.

Julian’s arm wrapped around my small waist in order to yank me onto his lap and deepen our kiss. I was no stranger to passion and I had little restraint. I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth and let our tongues dance while we kissed fiercely. I cradled his lap and grind against the lump between his legs, earning a sharp gasp out of the attractive man and his response was picking me up and roughly landing me on my back in the middle of his bed. As Julian hovered over me, he quickly slid off his shirt before I had the chance to rip it off. My fingers eagerly trailed down his finely, muscular abs as he yanks off my sweater.

I had always taken advantage of fucking wealthy men that wanted me. Rich men who were enthralled by my beauty drooled at my feet, begging to touch me. Those types of men were always into S&M play. Not only did I get a fat paycheck, but I also got to have fun beating up men that I looked down upon. And now suddenly the tables were turned. I was the one begging to be touched, for him to dominate me and use me how he pleased. It then dawned on me that all the rich men that I fucked for money and my own sick entertainment had felt the same way I’m feeling right now. How pathetic I’ve become.

Before I even realized it, he had my underwear ripped off of me and his boxers slid off as he snaked his way between my legs. I only had a second to look at his hard length, and brief glance confirmed my thought on his size as he eagerly delved deep inside me. Julian had put a tight hand over my mouth just before I could scream. My legs quivered as my body struggled to adjust to a size that my smaller body was far from being prepared for. He removed his hand from my mouth and started to kiss me slowly, I could tell he was making an effort to help me relax my body. He trailed his fingertips gently across my ribcage and waist until he felt the stiffness in my body ease up. My body gradually relaxed even further as he began to rock his hips slowly. As soon as I started kissing him passionately again and wrapped my legs around his hips, he immediately got rougher with me.

It was only seconds ago that I was tending to a cut on his nose and now we’re suddenly fucking each other's brains out. My guilt for feeling sexual desires for my stepbrother was washed away quickly when I realized he felt the same as me. I could barely see straight since my body was being jerked around so violently. My loud moans were barely audible because of his hand that squeezed my neck, just barely tight enough to silence any loud noises I would make but still give me room to breathe.

Suddenly his movements begin to slow and he takes his hand away from my neck, I peek up at him confusedly as I try to catch my breath. There’s no way he’s done already… right? My growing disappointment was replaced with surprise as he suddenly gripped me by my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. I grunted as the air I had finally caught was immediately shoved back out of my lungs. I was about to ask him what’s the big idea but his yank on my waist had already told me he wanted a different position. I would’ve been fine with that except, for the dozenth time, he catches me off guard again as I feel leather wrap around my neck and then I hear the clang of a metal chain. It took me a second to realize what was just put on me but before I could even protest, he leaned down to my ear. His breath was hot as he breathed out only two words.

“You’re mine.”

I didn’t even have a chance to say a single word since the collar was yanked tightly around my throat as I was shoved down into the bed, Julian picking up where he left off. The leash he had put on me was a lot more restricting on my neck than his hand was but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. My body was practically screaming with overwhelmed lust and I didn’t want him to stop for a single second. But between the lack of oxygen and the rough bouncing of his bed, my world started to spin as I became dizzy. Most of what happened next was a blur, though I recall hitting several orgasms. I could’ve sworn I briefly woke up for a second and felt warm arms wrapped tightly yet affectionately around my satisfied body. Though the only thing I do remember is that for the first time in a long while, I had no nightmares. The second time I woke up was when sunlight was shining through the window and upon my face. It honestly felt like I had just been punched in my eyeballs.

I roll over and give a big yawn while stretching out my body. I rubbed my eyes a little before they could flutter open. For a second I was alarmed since I didn’t recognize my surroundings but then I remembered I was in Julian’s room. And my whole face lit up red as the memory of last night flashed through my mind and I covered my mouth with my hand.

Shit! Shit! SHIT!