Playing The Alphas

SAMANTHA

"You are a pervert! Crazy! Where in the world are you taking me?" I glared at Jayce and, in dread, gripped the handle above my seat. My knuckles were white from the force of my grip, and I could feel the panic rising in my chest like a tidal wave.

Jayce looked at me through the rearview mirror with contempt. His eyes were cold, mocking, as if I were nothing more than an amusing insect. "Are you lacking any other vocabulary? Is that all the cursing you can do?"

"You!" I was infuriated by his lack of shame and found it difficult to breathe. My chest heaved with each ragged breath, and I could feel the tears of frustration threatening to spill over. How dare he treat me like this? How dare he act as if I were nothing?

The automobile soon pulled up to Jayce’s property. I used the opportunity to escape and was on my way out of the car when he got out. My feet hit the ground, and I sprinted forward, desperate to put as much distance between us as possible.

But no sooner had I taken a few paces than he lifted me. His arm wrapped around my waist, hoisting me off my feet like I weighed nothing. "What is your problem? Let go of me! Just release me!" I fought desperately, hammering his chest wildly. My fists connected with his shoulders, his chest, anywhere I could reach.

But regardless of how strongly I cursed him, he was unaffected. He held me steadily, his grip like iron, and threw me onto the bed in his room. Feeling lightheaded, I collapsed upon the plush mattress. The softness of the bedding was a cruel contrast to the terror coursing through me.

I felt something cold lock up my feet and wrists before I could respond. My heart fell. I turned back to see Jayce had chained my feet and arms to his bed with iron chains. The metal was cold against my skin, a stark reminder of my helplessness.

"What do you want?" Seeing the cold chains, I got more terrified. I gave a lot of kicks to deter Jayce from coming near me. My legs flailed wildly, my feet aiming for any part of him I could reach.

Regrettably, it was unsuccessful. Grabbing my wrist with ease, he peered down at me with his typical menacing smile. "Stop flailing. Let me see how you’re doing. Have you applied my ointment?"

His remarks gave me the chills. It transpired the bastard had quickly pulled off every article of clothing I owned. I hadn’t even noticed him doing it, so focused was I on my terror. Now I lay bare before him, completely exposed.

"Argh!" I let out a cry. I had an unconscious need to cover my crotch with my thighs. I squeezed my legs together, trying to preserve what little dignity I had left.

But he interrupted me. He opened my legs aggressively and slowly the following second. His hands were rough, forceful, leaving no room for resistance. He had a clear view of my privates.

"Your pussy is still as lovely as last time." Jayce let out a big laugh. The sound was dark and cruel, echoing off the walls of his opulent room. It seemed he wanted to do more than just stare at it.

His fingers parted the entrance and he reached out to stroke my clit. I flinched at his touch, my body recoiling instinctively. He peered in curiously, and then inserted two fingers and shoved slowly.

I couldn’t help but tremble. My lower abdomen was giving me simply too much pain. The intrusion was unwelcome, painful, and I could feel every inch of his fingers inside me. Slowly, his fingers fucked me, moving in and out with deliberate slowness.

Afterward, he pulled them out and softly massaged my clit. I turned away, feeling embarrassed, and bit my bottom lip. I hated it so much that Jayce disrespected me in this manner. I also detested the fact that I reacted when he attempted to rouse me. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch despite my mind screaming in protest.

As he withdrew his fingers from me, I could feel the moisture on them. He smiled, satisfied, and stroked my pussy with the fluids. "Fantastic. You appear to bounce back nicely."

Jayce then stripped off his clothing and pounced on me. His body was heavy on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress. Terrified, I instinctively wanted to back away. But my legs and arms were bound, so I was unable to escape. I could only let him have his way with me, like a lamb waiting to be killed.

He squeezed his enormous dick in me without using any lubricant. The pain was immediate and excruciating.

"Ouch!" I cried out in agony. My privates seemed to have been ripped apart. My vagina instinctively tried to contract to force the invader out. Conversely, it was securely wrapped, clinging to him against my will. I curled my toes up because it ached so much. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming.

Jayce was too comfortable and took deep breaths. He groaned in pleasure, completely indifferent to my pain. He asked menacingly in a happy voice, "I purposely prepare this for you. Are you fond of it?"

I wanted to condemn him, seething with wrath, but he planted another kiss on me. His mouth claimed mine, swallowing any protest I might have made. He pushed harder and deeper within me as he kissed me.

I started crying from the pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, soaking into the pillow beneath my head. I made a concerted effort to sway with my legs, trying to find any angle that might lessen the agony. But the sound of the chains jangling in my ears made me remember that I had been imprisoned.

Suddenly, he slapped me across the buttocks. The sound echoed through the room, sharp and cruel.

Jayce angrily admonished me, "Don’t dodge! Stop sobbing! Just one more cry, and I’ll fuck you to death."

I gaped at him because I was so afraid. The threat hung in the air, and I knew he meant it. I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay silent.

At last, Jayce was satisfied. His weight on my waist made a more forceful move. I took a deep breath, trying to brace myself against the onslaught. I clasped his shoulders subconsciously, although my cheeks were wet with tears. I didn’t want to, but my pussy started to get wet.

I could hear sexy hammering sounds all around me. My stomach felt like it was going to burst. Yet, I had surges of ecstasy beneath his merciless and forceful push. Jayce moved more and more inside of me. I was hardly able to take his vicious pounding.

Whenever I tried to dodge his forceful thrusts, the chains stopped me. And every time I tried to dodge, he would give me a body slap. I felt numb and tickled where he hit me, even though it hurt. Inside of me, it finally turned into ecstasy. I was compelled to groan.

All I could do was look away. I secretly cried and wished for the sex to end as soon as possible.