chapter twenty one

"lydia!" tatum said loudly with force throughout the living room.

his little was just that, little. she was so little that sneaking around was just as easy as a little mouse moving around in a home. she was quiet, careful, and slightly difficult to keep track of due to her size.

the quiet sound of pitter pattering small steps were

heard throughout the house, and lydia wandered out from the bedroom and into door frame. she looked at peace, and tatum loved the non fearful expression that was held on her face. she looked happy almost, and he enjoyed every second of staring at her while she was in this state.

"yes, tate?" she asked politely, fiddling with her fingers down by her sides. tatum felt an immense amount of relief fall off of his shoulders, and he sent a smile her way.

"what're you doing, my little?" he asked gently, walking towards her from where he stood.

"i'm packing," she said with a content sweet smile on her face. tatum was confused by this, so he shot her a questioning look.

"for?" he asked, now standing directly in front of her.

"home," lydia began.

"home?" he asked.

"you're taking me home today, right?" she asked, still smiling. tatums expression changed as he placed both of his hands around her face roughly.

"you are home, little." he firmly stated, slightly squeezing her face in the process. she gave him a confused look just like he had given her a few minutes ago, placing her small hands on top of his large ones in an attempt to get his hands off of her.

"you're not leaving. how many times do i have to tell you? you're you're staying here with me. you don't have a home anywhere else but here now." he angrily said, gripping her face even tighter than before.

lydia was scared again, and she could feel her heart sinking with every word that he said. she didn't know why he had gotten so angry with her all of a sudden, as they were both smiling just minutes ago. she also didn't understand why he was saying these things to her, as though she didn't have a home anymore.

"w- what do you mean?" she asked, removing her hands from his.

"you're captive. my captive. things are never going to go back to normal for you, lydia." he spat at her, and she began to cry. she wasn't used to people being so upset with her for doing and saying normal things, and she felt like no matter how hard she tried, she would never get over tatum being so mean to her.

"stop crying." he calmly said, his bland tone changing drastically from his angry one. she looked up at him and nodded with tears in her eyes as she bit her lip, attempting to recoil the water coming from her eyes. as she did this, a flip switched in his eyes yet again.

"little, i need you to stop crying before i fuck you so hard i leave you multiple reasons to cry." he roughly stated in a lustfull tone, grabbing her hair that fell behind her and pulling it so that her neck was faced upwards at him.

the small girls eyes filled further up with tears from his rough movements, and she began audibly crying once more. she didn't know what any of what he was saying meant of course, but what she did know was that she no longer wanted to be around him. she liked him when he was soft and sweet with her, but at this point in time that was beginning to become rare.

lydias tears got choked up in her throat as she gasped, feeling tatum begin to roughly suck on her neck. she whimpered as he pressed her against the wall of the bedroom, restricting her line of movement. she was no longer crying necessarily, but her loud whimpers filled the room causing tatum to get even more excited to be doing this to his little. it was like he couldn't control himself, seeing her so vulnerable and afraid of his power against her made his sex drive go absolutely crazy for her.

"t- t- tatum p- please," she whined, pushing herself against him in an attempt to get out from underneath him pinning her against the wall. as her little body grinded up against his own, tatum couldn't control himself anymore.

grabbing both of her arms very roughly, he spun her around to the bed placed against the wall. pinning both of her small hands down with one of his large ones, he brought his other hand to her throat in which he began to slightly squeeze. and to his surprise, the little girl in his grip let out a small moan from this. and though it was muffled by her whimpering, he knew it was there. he always knew, especially when it came to his little.

this drove him absolutely insane, of course, and he removed his hand from her throat which led to him bringing his mouth to her neck once again. he sucked on her pale skin harder than before, bringing his hand down to her stomach. he began gripping her hip bone, in which led to another quiet moan coming from the girl. he smirked against her neck, bringing his head up to see the damage he caused to his little. when he saw that her neck was covered in bruises from his force against her, he smiled a genuine gentle smile to her.

he said softly to her, intertwining their fingers together from the hands he held above her head.

hi hehe ik it's kinda early bc it's the second day he's had her but like i was looking over the chapters n i was like goddamn we r literally on chapter twenty something n there's no smut yet...

not on my watch >:)