Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty One
Elizabeth’s POV
“Do you want me to fuck you like this, Elizabeth?” Zen growled, his warm breath covering my face in his sweet scent. My rapid breathing was making me lightheaded, but I didn’t want to stop. I knew he wanted me to defend myself, but my fear was becoming lust without my permission. I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach, telling me that he wanted it too. I squirmed beneath him, feeling his grip tighten on my windpipe. It wasn’t helping with my dizziness, but it felt amazing with the adrenaline fueling my body. Arousal was pooling between my thighs at an increasing rate and when I didn’t answer, Zen pulled his hand away. Before I could process what had happened, I felt a light stinging on my cheek.
It was a familiar feeling, but didn’t hurt nearly as bad as when he hit me earlier that day. Regardless, my widened eyes met his feral ones, and a terrified sob left my lips. It wasn’t that I wasn’t scared. There was just something about the look in his eyes that made me want him. He was nearly possessed by the darkness, and I loved it. A brief flash of shame crossed his gaze, but was quickly replaced with frustration. “Fuck, Elizabeth!” He gritted between his teeth, lifting his hips enough to flip me onto my stomach.
My breasts pressed against the heated mat, my head turned to the side gasping at the change of position. I squeezed my eyes shut, drawing in deep and heavy breaths when I felt Zen’s hand tugging down my pants. I lifted my hips slightly to help him, eager to be free of their restraints. He adjusted my still captured hands to be pulled behind my back. His grip was firm and rough on my skin, and I struggled against him in vain. He finally managed to lower my leggings enough to reveal the thin white thong that I found conveniently placed in my shopping bags. He sucked in a harsh breath when he noticed it, landing a striking blow on my rear end. The stinging made my ears ring, and I couldn’t help but cry out in pain with the contact. It hurt far worse than him hitting my face.
He moved his knee between my legs, separating them before pulling me onto my knees by my hips. I tried to lift my torso, but he increased the pressure on my back with my restrained hands, making me whimper. “I need you to answer me, Elizabeth. I don’t want to fucking rape you.” He practically pleaded, his voice desperate and borderline insane. I couldn’t talk. My lungs were working overtime, creating a dull ache in my chest. I nodded the best I could with my face pressed against the vinyl covering on the mat. He groaned in response, surprising me by sticking two of his fingers into my opening. I cried out, both in pain and pleasure. He wasn’t being gentle like he had earlier that day. His fingers were pushing in and out of me aggressively, and I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I tried to rock my hips back for more contact, but he fought against me.
“Please.” I managed to choke out, tasting my salty tears through my open mouth.
“Open your eyes.” His voice was gravelly and wild, not at all like the controlled and confident Zen that I was used to. I couldn’t explain why it pleased me so much to hear him like this. I squeezed my eyes tighter, secretly hoping for some reason that he would punish me again. He did, delivering an even sharper slap across my other hip. My voice broke in my scream and my eyes popped open. Zen leaned over my body, pushing his covered bulge against my opening and leaning his face down to kiss my cheek. His kiss hurt, telling me that he was kissing where he struck me. “Tell me that you want me to fuck you, Princess.” He demanded, his voice dripping with authority and lust.
“Yes, please.” I moaned, my eyes glued to the wall beside us.
“No, say it.” He growled, grinding his hips against mine. The friction was maddening, and I pulled against his grip, desperate to touch him. “I won’t tell you again.” He threatened, making my body erupt in goosebumps.
“F-fuck me, please.” He hissed, and I could hear him pulling down his shorts. If I hadn’t already been flush with want, I would have been blushing. I never swore, and it tasted weird on my lips.
“Again.” He strained. I could feel him guide his member to my entrance, wetting the tip with my juices.
“Fuck me, Zen!” I cried out this time, desperate for the contact. He slapped my behind one more time before plunging himself into me. His trembling hands landed on my hips to stabilize me, releasing mine in the process. I moved my sore shoulders to a relaxed position beside my head. I couldn’t think straight with him inside me, my mind a pile of mush on the floor.
He had to keep me from falling over with how hard he was going. His grunting between thrusts showed how much effort he was putting into dominating me and I could feel the sweat dripping onto my backside from his brow. He was completely in control and I loved it. I needed it.
“Fucking damn it, Princess. You feel so good. Fuck!” Both of his arms wrapped around my midsection, but the movement of his hips never faltered. He pressed his face against my back, nibbling at my skin beneath my shirt. It didn’t take long before I felt the pressure winding up deep in my belly. It was so much more intense than the other four times Zen had given me an orgasm, and I worried about when it would finally crash down on me. I think he could feel it coming too, because he groaned loudly, pushing himself into me even harder and grabbing onto one of my breast with his large hand. With that, I tipped over the edge, moving both of my hands to my stomach and grasping Zen’s hand with as much strength as I could muster. I buried my fingernails into his skin, causing him to hiss in pain, but I didn’t care. The sensation was so overwhelming and all-consuming that my mind was no longer trying to process my actions. My hips collapsed from under him, and I felt warmth covering my side as I continued to convulse on the mat.
“Zennn…” I groaned as another wave hit me. I felt his soft hands grabbing onto my face and pulling me into a kiss.
“Oh, Princess.”