Mathis' POV

"This might be awkward to ask, but you're here, and Lune isn't..." I interrupted our minutes of silence, stepping off the desk I rested upon before heading towards the restroom, "C-Could you help me in the bathroom?"

"I do require more information before doing such," Mr. Hayes chuckled from the bedroom. His tone gave away he understood my intentions, but he just wanted to confirm the possible doubts...and hidden meanings. If I had hidden thoughts, I was unsure at the moment.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, "I need help with the cut marks on my back, I can get the rest."

I heard his steps as I slipped off my hoodie and sat on the counter, my hands clasping around my breasts. My irises were daggers at the bruises that couldn't be hidden, my thoughts praying he'd avoid the topic. As if reading my mind, he remained quiet, pulling out the first-aid kit and setting it next to me.

Every nerve in my body stiffened and froze at his touch, not even daring to wince at the dabbing of the cuts. The contact of the peroxide sent shivers down my spine as I finally relaxed, my fingers fidgeting with the strings of my hoodie. His voice was delicate, his fingers sweet with the bandages, "Are there any other cuts, Ms. Mathis?"

The way he said my name made my thoughts empty, the skin of my cheeks growing warm. I wanted to brush the question off, but at the same time, I didn't. My nod was hesitant, not daring to lie. Even if I wanted to lie, it was obvious I had more wounds to tend to.

My staying still hinted to him where they were, so delicately he unhooked my bra, turning me around to face him and unbuttoning my jeans. He paused when I flinched and shut my eyes at his act, lifting my chin and caressing my cheek with his thumb, "Breathe, Baby. You're safe."

My eyes were shut so tight I was making stars appear, but I was so petrified. Hayes kept petting my cheek, his free hand delicately moving my arms from my chest and letting my bra fall onto the tiles. The whimper I was fighting escaped as I clenched my fists at my hips, the x-gash between my breasts stinging from the cold breeze. It brought tears to my already watery eyes.

I jerked at the dabbing that followed after it, opening one eye as I whimpered. I couldn't look at him, all I could do was watch his hand cleaning my chest. My body was terrified and trembling, but at the same time, the cold breeze and his touch made it crazy. I was thankful the cold room was the real reason my nipples were hard, but it wasn't making me feel any less embarrassed. I wanted to shrivel up and hide.

Tye kept himself quiet as he tended to the marks, taking out tweezers and gently taking out little bits of glass from the wound. In doing so, I could hear his jaws pop from him tightening them so much as he worked. He was remaining calm so he didn't scare me, but his crackling jaw away of his true emotions even as he cooed out, "May I clean the other cuts, Miss?"

My throat was swollen in fear as I allowed him to take off my jeans. Carefully slipping them off, my underwear gave away that I had three Xs under the fabric because they were stained from the blood. I trembled as he slipped the silk down my thighs and off from around my ankles. The Xs were on top of one another, the top one being small and the bottom one being the largest. This time I could see his jaw tighten as he was kneeling to see better. His eyes were trying to appear calm, but I wasn't fooled. I could see the fury blazing in them. He was pissed down to his core.

Lune was right about how scary Tyler could be with such things. He had terrifying control over his feelings. Most would see it as a mature thing --- it is --- but it's also petrifying. It means at any given point he can and will be willing to do things, but he's able to control and manipulate the situation enough to not. One who can control their emotions so powerfully can also control the environment around them. Part of me was afraid, but most of me was intrigued. Part of me liked it... a lot.

I was drawn from my head as my body winced, my pupils watching the removal of more glass, my voice a mumble, "Th-They cut me with a beer bottle. D-Daddy said the X's define me as a wh-wh-whore."

"Don't call him that," His voice was dark as he glanced at me, cleaning the wounds, "He doesn't deserve a title with such behavior."

My mind was wandering to places I wished it wouldn't, my sight fading from his actions as he stood up. He was throwing away wrappers and putting the kit away as my thoughts grew heavy with flashbacks. My skin crawled and ached where the contact had been with the abuse, my arms wrapping tight around my torso as my nails dug into my flesh. A whimper left my throat, my body weak, "I-I-I don't want to be a wh-whore."

Wh-When was the last time I took my medication..? M-My head is getting bad again...

I took meds for PTSD, Depression, and many other things... I remember my alarm going off, but I think I didn't take my pills. I-I don't remember what bag they're in and I'm too tense to move.

"You. Are. Not," Hayes lifted my chin forcefully, cupping my throat in a scarily delicate way. He wasn't hiding the anger in his eyes anymore. Fire was in his irises, a growl escaping his throat and growing at the shed of my tears, his free hand lifting me off the ground and planting me onto the sink counter. I flushed at his fangs suddenly teasing my neck as his hands clenched my breasts, his voice snarling, "These do not make you a whore..."

"These do not make you a whore," My body was weak and trembling, especially at the spread of my legs, his hand cupping my heat as the other groped my ass. My cheeks were hot as he pulled my hips against his aggressively, wrapping my legs around his waist as he wrapped his arms tightly around my shaking torso," You are beautiful, Baby Girl. You deserve the world."

My body felt faint against him, my cheeks burned as every time I breathed my breasts tickled against his bare skin. It made my core ache for him. Elysium, what the fuck was wrong with me? I just got violated the night before and here I am wanting to be tormented by his contact.

Every fiber yearned for him to do more, it drove me mad. I tried to pull away, but he held me in place, knowing I didn't want to part from him, "Don't even try it."

Managing to get my knee in front of his groin, I let out a deep breath and pressed it against him, daring him, but mostly myself, "L-Let go of me, T-Tyler."

Secretly, I wished he'd wrestle me on this. Instead, a low snarl left his throat as he obeyed, stepping back and watching me get down from the counter. Taking a deep inhale, I walked out of the bathroom, heading over to the suitcase of clothing I had brought with me and pulling out some clothes to get into.

"Don't treat me like an idiot, Young Lady. I'm not ignorant of the smell you play off when you're around me. I'm not blind to the desperate attempts of you closing your thighs when I walk into the bloody room. I am not deaf to the released pants and held breaths when I do leave the room," My breath hitched at his spinning me around and pinning me against the wall, my heart stampeding as his irises bore into mine. His hands lifted me around his waist, his lips brushing mine dangerously, "I am not a damned fool."

His eyes were dark and twisted with Wrath and Lust, his hands clasping tight to my waist as his nails dug into my skin, his teeth biting into the nape of my throat and mixed with kisses. It all made my body tremble, my throat giving away my feelings as it let out a weak groan as he rolled my hips against his jeans. The cold button of the fabric teased at my clit and made me whimper. My body ached for him and it wasn't being nice by allowing me to hide it from him as it devilishly leaked onto him, "M-Mmph.."

"I want you, Baby Girl," His words were like a love song, the response of my body leaning in had me placed on the satin sheets. My shyness seeped through as my thighs closed tight, his body hovering over mine as his right hand held mine above my head. His left hand tickled at my thighs, the sensation of my heat being touched collapsing them. My legs shook at the teasing of my opening, his pupils dilating and flickering throughout my body and face, watching my light squirms, "I know you want me, but do you need me?"

His question was a mock, a taunt. It had a seriousness in a way, but it was mostly to be cruel. Part of me wanted to smack him for this, but the rest of me wished he'd keep going.

"I'll be gentle if you want me to," He didn't hesitate to delicately press his thumb against my clit, rubbing in circles as soon as my thighs betrayed me and opened for him further, his lips kissing my temple and his other hand loosening its hold on my wrists as it trailed down my arm, "Don't run from me."

I-I-I have little plans of doing that...

My throat groaned at his kissing against my skin, panting and whining at his biting against my nipples. He didn't dare to look away from my face as he sank his fangs into my breasts, lapping at my nipples with his tongue before kissing his way back up and biting at my throat. I could hear him fumbling with his jeans, my thighs trembling as I felt him pull out his cock. I went to yelp for a condom, but his hand clasped around my mouth, his other hand lifting the shiny little packet to his teeth and tearing it open before slipping it on as he cooed, "Relax, Sweetie."

"Ya know, ripping a condom package open with your teeth is risky. You can break the condom doing that," I murmured, growing relaxed as I watched him. I was bantering mostly to settle my racing thoughts. His lack of response and the slight chuckle gave away that he understood I was mostly talking to myself.

My cheeks flushed as he lifted my thigh and draped it around his waist, a hitched breath as he pushed himself into my core. Tears brimmed my eyes from the stinging sensation from him stretching me out, a whimper leaving my throat. He continued to push further in, catching my whimpers in his mouth as he allowed my arms to wrap around his torso, my nails digging into his skin, "Breathe, Princess. Focus on me, what other things about my actions with condoms do ya want to correct, hm?"

"N-Not a correction, but have ya ever tried making balloon animals with them?"

The question made him laugh, "No, I have not. It's an interesting thought, though. Maybe later we can try."

"I've already tried. It didn't go well. Condoms don't taste very good. They should make them edible ---," I thought more on it, "Oh, wait. They already have flavored condoms...I-I hear those tear easily, though."

Settling down, I hid my face into the crook of his neck, no longer digging my nails into his back as the pain went away. This encouraged him to thrust his hips against me, caressing my thigh as he worked his way further into my heat. My mind grew blank on things to say, growing too preoccupied with my region below.

H-How did Lune fit all of him? He's barely even halfway and it stings...

It wasn't an awful pain, just small. It was easy to ignore. It just stung from this not being something my body was used to... In all honesty, he was thicker than the ones I've seen. He had a nice size, but the girth was menacing... My focusing on the details of his penis made everything maddening.

My thighs ached as my core swelled, my throat whimpering. I became embarrassed at my sudden need for release, as my hand gripped his hair when his throat chuckled, "Awe, already? I thought you would be capable of handling more, Sweetheart. We've only just started."

His tone was teasing, my cheeks burning against his skin as I shyly whispered, admitting, "...I-I-I never actually fucked."

"Fibbing, are we?" He hovered above me, raising an eyebrow. I knew he was bringing up the time I told Lunar about Kyle and me to get him to spill details. His length suddenly felt much longer and tormentive at his halting of movement.

"K-K-Kyle and I never actually had sex...," I hid my face in my hands, embarrassed and ashamed, "I-I-I only said so to Lune c-cause I wanted to know what he was hiding. K-Kyle and I did leave the dance a-and go into his dad's Man Cave to get condoms...B-But he was so drunk he couldn't even get it up. A-All we ever did was me giving him a blowjob... I-I-I kept getting too scared and backing out... H-H-He was never the type for relationships in high school, so I-I got too scared to be like the other girls he slept with."

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't tell if it was because of the topic or because I didn't want him to stop moving. My body yearned for the movement, growing erratic and needy.

Tye lifted my other thigh around his hip, pushing the rest of his shaft into my core. The swelling rapidly worsened as he held my hips and cooed into my ear, "Then let me show you what it should be like, hm?"

I gave him an answer by tightening around him hesitantly, allowing him to fuck into me harder as I whimpered. My hips shook and ached against his every thrust, my heat begging to finish, but he said nothing as he rutted harder at my words, "I-I-I gotta cum, T-Tyler."

His hand took mine and placed my index and thumb against my clit, making me rub circles as I whined more, his only words an order, "Play with yourself while I please you. If you stop rubbing we'll be going to bed."

I kept mewling, but obeyed, the sensation between my thighs only growing so much worse as tears brimmed my eyes and leaked down my cheeks. One of his arms helped him hover above me as he rutted into me while the other hand violated one of my breasts and bruised the skin. My cheeks were crimson as he stared at my face, not breaking eye contact with me and only doing so when I looked away. He moved my hair out of my face when it got in the way, bringing my attention back towards him as he abused my lips with his and made me look back at him.

"You may cum," He teased, grabbing a handful of my hair and lifting my head, forcing my irises to watch his hips ramming into mine as he started to grunt into my hair. My cheeks felt like fucking fire. My legs shook as I watched, my body fighting back the release it needed as it filled with embarrassment. Feeling my fight, he chuckled into my hair, "Fighting, are we? Fine."

My cheeks pomegranated at his pace getting rougher, the grip on my breast becoming so painful my body ached for more of it in a twisted way. I was so shy I couldn't talk, it only grew worse when I paid more attention and noticed not only was cum leaking out of my core but so was blood as I finally was capable of release.

Good Elysium, please, don't be my period... I'm going to fucking die if it is...

Panting and settling to a stop, Tyler hovered, grinning down at me as I covered my face shyly. He was about to look down when I drew his attention back to my face, shaking my head vigorously. My eyes were such a plea, fear of this moment being ruined. I-I didn't want him to be disgusted...too many stories of guys in this situation clouded my ecstasy and vanquished it to terror. I didn't want him to see me differently than he already did.

The way he admired every inch of me during this time... I-I didn't want to lose that. He made me feel good, I've never had somebody look at me this way. Lune looked at me like a sibling, and I'm grateful for that, but having Hayes give me the looks he's been doing... I-I want it to never end. Lunar gets to be King in Ryker's eyes, I want to be a Queen to Tyler's.

"You're alright, My Queen. It's not your period. Just your hymen tearing the rest of the way. Statistics say it can tear easily, but all bodies are different. It tears when it tears," He let out a cute laugh, cupping my cheek and giving me reassuring kisses, nipping at my bottom lip. My spine shivered at the pet name being spoken from my thoughts, "Besides, even if you were to have your period I'm not going anywhere. Only boys get fussy over a little blood."