After saying that, Zhayne closed the door behind us and sat on the large king sized bed that was placed in the center of the room. He leaned forward and began undoing his cuff links and rolling up his dress shirt sleeves, before intertwining his fingers together and watching me. His head was tilted and his eyes were dark, filled with anticipation. "Stand right in front of me and take your clothes off."

I mentally groaned in despair. I really would give anything to bolt out of that door right now. I even longingly looked back at it for a while, wishing I wasn't stuck in this room with him. But I am. I glanced around the room for anything that looked like an escape route. But I was of course left with no luck. My only option was a window and that would be a far jump. I don't want to risk killing myself. I just want to be free.

"I dare you to run away from me." Zhayne's chilling voice rang through my ears as I tore my gaze from the door to look at him. His left eye slightly twitched as he stared me down, making me feel smaller than I already am. "Do what I told you to do."

The tension in the room was indescribable. At least I felt tension. Zhayne on the other hand looked at ease. But it was no surprise to me, he's sick in the head so he doesn't see the problem with all of this. With my head hung low, I walked over to him with slow and hesitant steps and stood in between his legs which he'd opened as I began heading his way. I knew immediately what that meant as soon as he did it.

I stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the ends of my shirt nervously all while not looking him in the eye. Instead I kept my gaze trained on his chest. I did look up at him through my lashes momentarily, just to see if he was angry or not.

"Angel." His deep voice sent tremors throughout my entire being. I clutched onto my shirt tighter for comfort as I mumbled a small 'y-yes?'. Zhayne pulled me to him and tilted my face upward so I could look into his cold unwelcoming eyes. He pressed a chaste kiss to my quivering lips. "I won't say it again."

I had to blink rapidly to keep tears from falling. I don't want this. God knows I don't. But it's too late. There's nowhere for me to go and I can't fall back on what I said. I don't even know if I would live to see the outcome. This man is crazy.

I let out a broken exhale as I tried my best to keep in mind what I told him that I would do. That is truly what is really holding me back from running away. But not only that, I also know that it just won't be the smartest thing to do. I don't want to provoke him right now. For the time being I need to do what's best and make sure he stays calm.

I chanted in my head over and over that everything is going to be okay and that I just need to relax. Though it's hard when I'm being forced into something like this, it's important to do so before something bad happens. I know what tends to go down when I can't be level headed.

I took in a huge breath of air as I reached for the hem of my top hesitantly. I lifted the shirt from my abdomen and pulled it over my head. I watched in longing as it fell to the floor. The cold air hit my skin as soon as it was exposed, causing goosebumps to explode all over me. My arms unconsciously found themselves wrapped around my small and frail torso, covering myself from Zhayne and the chilling atmosphere.

"Move your arms." He commanded sharply. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he was starting to get annoyed. So I did as he said without hesitation. Like I said before I have to avoid making him angry at all costs.

"Pants, now. Hurry up." I could feel myself dying inside. I can't believe I'm doing this right now. I can recall often thinking I'm going to be a virgin for the rest of my life. But Zhayne is here to prove me wrong. Like a slap in the face.

Reluctantly, I bent down and untied my laces and set my shoes aside neatly. I'm purposefully being slow with my movements because I'm dreading what's to come. When I leaned back up, my hands blindly found the button of my jeans. I know that when I take these off, it would be my very last piece of sanity gone.

I've never been naked in front of anyone other than my mother and father, when I was younger of course. Not ever a day in my life, not even accidentally. So this, especially since it's being forced onto me is making everything much worse.

I undid the button and hooked my fingers on the hem of my jeans and slowly began to pull them down. But when I happened to spot what I had on underneath. I froze. Crap! Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse.

"Angel I swear to fuckin' god if you stop one more time I will beat your ass. Take the fuckin' pants off, ." Zhayne growled, his dark blue orbs shining with a sinister glint. Cold chills ran up and down my spine. "If I have to do it myself I will make you regret it." He said leaning closer to me, making me turn my head in fear. Zhayne roughly grabbed my face and made me look at him.

I couldn't even bring myself to stop the tears that began to flow freely. Looking into this mans eyes was enough to make me feel absolute terror. That alone says something about him. Zhayne kept my jaw gripped tightly in one of his large hands as I brought my now shaky hands back to my pants. I slightly sniffled as I maneuvered them down my legs. God, I felt so ashamed. I'm revealing myself to someone who doesn't even deserve to see me in such an intimate way. It made me feel dirty.

When my pants reached my ankles I stepped out of them hesitantly, then pushed them aside somewhere with my foot. I felt my breath stop in my throat as Zhayne maintained eye contact with me for about 5 seconds more, before they began trailing down body.

Now I've always been uncomfortable when someone were to stare. Heck, even if someone gave me a quick glance it was enough to make me have a mini heart attack. Anything involving contact with other human beings scared me for the most part. But Zhayne is different. He's worse. He's too intense. Everything he does intimidates me.

The feeling of his eyes on me didn't only make this awful, gut wrenching feeling take over. It's more than just his lustful gazes or the anger thats always present in his eyes. It's like he can see straight through me. He knows I'm afraid of him. He knows he's in charge here. Zhayne has some sort of power over me and that's what made him worse than everyone else.

I was frozen, waiting. Waiting for him to say something, anything. The more I stayed planted under his stare, the more scared I got by the second. I felt my stomach turn as Zhayne craned his neck back up and looked into my eyes again. There he goes. Reading me.

I squeaked in surprise as he suddenly snuck his arms around my waist and moved them down. He began groping my butt with his gigantic hands. Zhayne leaned up a little bit, looking over my shoulder so he could get a good look at what he's working with. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and I stood there as Zhayne gripped and caressed my backside. He admired it, that's very clear.

"Mmm." His lips skimmed my shoulder and crept their way up my neck until he met my own. I stiffened and kept my arms at my sides as he kissed me deeply, all while not moving his hands away from their current place. He continued stroking my behind as he dominated my mouth completely yet again. I was drawn in by his touch. It feels like I'm in a trance. The way his tongue brushed up against mine and the way he was able to gain control so quickly had me hooked. I hated it otherwise but when he's like this, I don't mind him taking the lead.

As we went on kissing each other, I felt Zhayne hook one of his thumbs on the band of my lacy underwear, pulling on it a little bit. Normally my heart would have stopped and I'd have tried to pull away but I was too into sucking his face off that I was barely able to pay it any mind. But that was soon short lived because he pulled back from the kiss, leaving us both gasping for air. More so me. I wasn't even aware I needed it so much.

"You look so good in these and you fucking know it." Zhayne murmured as he looked up at me through his thick lashes. "I love the way your ass feel in my hands. Your skin is so damn soft and you smell good." I blushed and averted my eyes yet again. I saw the scary man shake his head from the corner of my eye as I felt one of his large hands lift from my bottom, only to be brought back down with an unbelievable amount of force.

I let out a cry of surprise as I looked back at Zhayne. I tried rubbing it to soothe the pain but he ended up restraining my arms behind my back with the hand he just spanked me with. "Don't look away from me when I'm talking to you. I told you about that shit."

I swallowed. "I-I'm sorry." Those unfortunately are the first words that have left my mouth since I entered this room. How embarrassing. Zhayne didn't respond, though. Instead he only kept playing with my panties for a little bit before he decided he wanted to talk again. Which that had to take about 5 minutes because he was really set on playing with them while groping me.

Suddenly I felt Zhayne stand up, when he stood at his full height it was like I shrank all of a sudden. I only came up to his ribs. He stared intensely down at me, a small smirk on his devilishly handsome face. He held out his arms. "Jump." Was all he said. I know what that meant.

I reached up to place my tiny hands on his broad shoulders and jumped. Just as I did, Zhayne grabbed me by the back of my knees. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Resting his hands on my bottom, he began walking me somewhere. I didn't even look. I only closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck. He smelt so good. I don't know what cologne he has on but it's a scent from god himself. I had to keep myself from inhaling his scent deeply.

I faintly heard a door open and close behind me, making me lift my head up at the sound. When I did I immediately realized I was now in a bathroom. It almost didn't even look like one, as weird as it sounds. It looked more like a personal spa made for the royal family themselves. Zhayne planted me on my own two feet and stood in front of me. "Take those off and get in the shower."

I had no room to say anything else because Zhayne began undressing himself, leaving me speechless. He didn't even care for some sort of privacy either. He was just so open about undressing in another persons presence. He lifted a brow at me as he began unbuttoning his crimson red dress shirt. "Angel, you heard what I said. Don't test me right now."

I didn't want to but I know I have to regardless of how uncomfortable I am. It doesn't matter to Zhayne what I want and don't want. He only cares about how my choices will effect him in the end.

He narrowed his eyes at me, his dark gaze daring me to do anything else other than what he said. I just have to suck it up and go with the flow for now. There's nothing else I can do, after all. With a tiny sigh, I reluctantly pulled down my panties with ease. It took every ounce of me not to freak out right then and there. Being exposed to someone in such in intimate manner frightened me to no end.

Zhayne finished unbuttoning his dress shirt and threw it carelessly to the side. Now he was only left in some sleek black slacks with his top half uncovered. Tattoos covered his incredibly built and intimidating frame. He was practically covered in art. I found myself having to look up at his face in order to keep me from eyeing anything else.

He nodded his head toward the shower. "Go." His hands got to work on his belt buckle. That was my invitation to quickly do as he said. I don't want to watch him reveal his private part to me. Heck. I'm surprised he didn't make me stand there and look at him as he did. You know, just to torture me.

I walked slowly over to the shower, opening the glass door as I approached. When I stepped in it looked kind of complicated since everything in here was so nice and foreign to me. But I eventually figured out how to turn on the water and how to get it from hot or cold. I settled on a nice warm temperature. Warm showers made me feel relaxed. They actually helped me whenever I feel an anxiety attack coming on. My mother was the one that suggested that to me.

The warm liquid ran down my body, making me soaking wet. I stood straight under the shower head, just relishing in the wonderful feeling of the drops hitting against my skin. It's so refreshing. I didn't move. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself, letting the sounds and the feeling of the water on me bring my mind to a state of absolute tranquility.

Of course that didn't last long. Zhayne intruded in on my peace as he entered the shower not too long after me. He shut the door behind him and wasted no time in wrapping his thick arms around my waist and pressing me flush against his body.

While one of his arms kept me pressed to him, he moved his free arm and began to caress my body. His hand crept in between my thighs, causing me to try and close them on instinct. Zhayne leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss on the crease of my neck before slightly tugging at my earlobe with his teeth, startling me.

My body started to tremble uncontrollably. I was shaking like leaf in his firm hold. It was hard for me to stand, he made me weak at the knees from both fear and lust. "Don't make me pry them back open." He mumbled. I felt my member begin to harden beyond my control as I opened my legs for him again.

He moved his hand and inched it closer to my most prized possession. He was slow with his movement which made this even more scary for me. This is it right here. He's going to touch me. I absentmindedly grabbed his arm that was still wrapped around my waist and clutched it tightly.

Finally Zhayne stopped teasing me by going slow and softly pulled at my sensitive member. It was gentle, but it was almost enough to send me into an overdrive. Just one simple touch had me edging closer to my end and he barely started. I dug my nails into his arm and threw my head back on his chest as he jerked me off.

He removed his hand from my abdomen and brought it up to my neck and squeezed it firmly, but not enough to choke me or make me feel uncomfortable. Zhayne tilted my head upward and kissed me softly, while still working me skillfully with his other hand. I could tell as the kiss deepened and got even more heated that he wanted tongue action too, but I didn't allow it. I continued kissing him back softly. That wasn't enough for Zhayne, though. He brought his index and middle finger up to my bottom lip as he pulled back from the kiss.

Before I know it, he was sticking his two fingers into my mouth. It caught me off guard so I didn't have time to close it before he did. Zhayne used his fingers to make my mouth form an O shape. I tried closing it again but it was no use. "Open your mouth...open it...Now." He murmured against my lips.

I felt my knees go weak at his words, so I obeyed. Zhayne took his fingers out of my mouth and wrapped his hand back around my neck. But trust me, he wasted no time in plunging his tongue inside. I didn't even bother to fight for dominance during the kiss, I just let Zhayne do whatever he wanted. His lips moved feverishly against mine, controlling me the entire time. The soft, pink flesh explored every inch of my mouth and I wasn't mad at it.

I could feel Zhayne's member begin to grow rock hard on my back. It was pressing against me, like it was weeping for attention. But I can't bring myself to worry about that, he's practically choking me with his tongue and it's the only thing I could focus on.

The warm water continuously cascaded down our bodies. I forgot I was even in the shower. That's how distracting Zhayne's touch was. He's able to make me focus on nothing but him. I didn't like it but I can't help it.

He began to stroke me at an even faster pace, making me gasp in the kiss and shrink away from him as I moaned out his name at the intense pleasure. I could feel my stomach starting to tighten. I'm close already.

"Zhay-" I cut myself off with another moan when he squeezed it slightly, causing me to see black spots in my vision. "Zhayne I-I'm going to-"

"No." He said, letting go of me and turning me around to face him. I internally whined at the absence of the euphoric pleasure. "Not yet." He lifted my chin and kissed me sweetly this time around. And it was undeniable that his member was absolutely monstrous at this point. I took a quick glance at it and saw how thick and long it was. I feel bad for whoever he has messed around with in the past and who he plans on doing it with in the future.

Pulling away he backed me up and put me against the shower wall. "Come here." He said simply, not affected in any way by the water running endlessly down his beautiful face. I had to keep myself from staring at his body as the droplets of liquid coated his tattooed skin, making him look even more sexy. Jesus I've never used this word to describe anybody. "Hold onto something."

"I-" I looked around in search of something I could grab onto but I couldn't find anything. Zhayne tapped the shower door behind me. I looked back at it. Oh? "O-okay." I said shakily. I brought both of my arms up as high as I could and gripped the top of the shower door tightly. It was tough because my hands were slippery but I could manage.

I shook in fear mixed with anticipation as Zhayne came up to me, his body pressed against mine. "Don't let go." He mumbled, kissing me briefly before he abruptly grabbed both of my legs, lifting me up in the air. They now rested on his shoulders. I internally panicked as thoughts of me falling if I'm clumsy run endlessly through my head.

He kissed up and down my thighs slowly and softly while still of course looking up at me. But then, oh lord but then. His tongue protruded from his mouth and he hid his face in my legs. I gasped as I felt the hot flesh brush against my quivering hole.

He didn't just lick it one time. Oh no. He ate it. He ate me. Like he was consuming a full course meal. It felt so good that I felt my thighs starting to tremble. I was holding on to the door for my dear life. I took one hand from away from it and placed it in his hair, pulling aggressively. I don't even care if I'm hurting him. This is too much for me. I feel hot tears pooling in my eyes as I inched closer.

My nails scratched the glass as Zhayne clenched his fingers around my shaking thighs while continuing to eat me out as if his life depended on it. Just as I tilted my head down his dark eyes locked with mine as his tongue stroked me closer to my end and I was loving every second of it. Water dripped from my face onto his but it didn't seem to faze him one bit. Zhayne's only goal was to make me cum and he knew he was close to it.

Fuck. I bit my lip as the tears streamed down my face mixing with the water. My whole body was hot, and I was aching eagerly for my release that was soon to come. He was making me feel so, so good. I wanted more. I felt dirty and I knew I should be ashamed. But in the moment I didn't care. His tongue was sending me on my way to heaven and I couldn't wait to get there.