A Fairy Tale for Big Girls – 18. chapter

The moment the guards closed the door behind them, Mark tore Lili’s clothes off.

“Stop!” she struggled as he pulled her naked to the bed. He ripped the cord that held the canopy and left Lili standing while he bound her wrists to the headboard.

“Let me go!” she kept screaming furiously, jerking her restrained hands.

He stepped to the window and stared out through it for a moment.

“You have no right to treat me like this,” Lili said aloud now, at least no longer shouting. She watched his back, but he still did not move for a moment. Then, without warning, Mark pulled off his shirt. He turned to her and began unfastening his trousers.

“Seriously? Sex?” she snarled at him contemptuously. “That fixes everything?”

Mark looked at her without answering. His face remained stone-still as he stripped completely naked. His silence began to make Lili nervous.

She watched him reach for a small bottle of oil and pour it into his palm.

He wrapped his hand around his dick and began to spread the oil over it in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, uncertainly and much more quietly.

He met her gaze directly.

“I can take you anally by force,” he said in a flat voice. Lili went pale.
“Or I can do it slowly. With oil. Without pain. Punish you only with humiliation and the fullness you don’t want.”

“Please,” she whispered in terror.

“For what you did today, you would easily deserve the first option,” he said calmly. “But I chose the second.”

“Mark, please,” she retreated as far as the bonds allowed. “Don’t do this.”

He still stood where he was. He only watched her with a measured expression.

“You knew what was waiting for you if you weren’t a good girl. I told you beforehand.”

He poured more oil into his hand and stepped toward Lili.

“No, please, don’t,” she sobbed, backing away until she had to bend forward slightly.

He reached her and yanked her back roughly, pressing her against the headboard until her stomach touched her bound wrists. He positioned himself half a step behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her hips closer.

“Begging is pointless,” he said without emotion as he pressed the tip of his dick against her anus. She tried to pull away, but she was no match for his strength.

“I’m going to fuck apologies out of you now.”

“I’m sorry!” she managed to cry out before Mark began to enter her slowly. Millimeter by millimeter. His arm around her waist kept her from resisting, but it never slowed the steady insistence of his movement until he was fully inside her. Then he loosened his hold, thrust her firmly against the headboard with his hips, and stopped moving. He watched her fists clenched tight around the cords and felt her body tense around him.

“I don’t want this, stop,” she whimpered.

“I know you don’t,” he said, placing both hands on her hips. He withdrew a few centimeters and pushed back in. She gasped.

“Mark, I apologize. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“You can believe that, little one,” he whispered harshly and repeated the motion. 

Lili whined in protest, but he ignored it. Her body gradually began to yield, accepting his movements more easily, even as it held him tightly. Mark knew his orgasm was closer than he would have preferred. He decided not to fight it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stepped backward with her, forcing her to bend forward by her bound arms and driving himself deeper inside her. She sobbed and protested as his thrusts grew steadier and deeper. He held her there for several more minutes until one final deep thrust brought him release.

He withdrew slowly and untied her wrists.

“Lie down on the bed.”

She obeyed and, already lying down, watched him silently for a while as he washed. He dried himself and lay down beside her. She turned her head away and said nothing.

“Put your hands above your head,” he ordered.

First, she shot him a furious, startled look, then did as he said. But when his nails brushed over her nipple, she immediately grabbed his hand.

“I don’t want this!” she growled.

Without hesitation, he tore another, nearest cord from the canopy and bound Lili’s wrists above her head again, to the headboard. Then he lay back down and returned his fingers to Lili’s nipple. He brushed over it a few times and watched it harden. Lili failed to suppress an aroused gasp, then snapped without looking at him,

“I hate you!”

“That’s fine,” he replied calmly, continuing to play with her nipple. “That’s how punishment should be.”

Her wrists were bound together, so when Mark reached for her other breast, she managed to turn away and avoid his touch. If it angered him, he showed nothing. He simply pressed her back down onto her back and hooked one leg over her thighs so she couldn’t do it again.

And calmly, he played with her nipple as he pleased.

He stroked her neck, then moved between her breasts to her stomach and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, clearly trying to ignore his touch. Even so, she occasionally tugged against the bonds.

“You will obey me,” he said, stroking her lower abdomen with a warm palm. “How much you suffer before that is entirely up to you.”

Lili might have cried at the hopelessness of it, if she hadn’t been so angry.

And aroused.