Chapter 2 You Are Mine

• Yvaine.
• Out of control, I clung to the man and started kissing his neck. Through the groans I saw him turn off the phone and reciprocating my kisses. We practically tore each other’s clothes off.
• The sound of something falling into the sink was drowned out by the gasping of us.
• He pressed me to the bed, and I groaned and can’t hide my desire for him.
• I could feel my body not obeying me; all I wanted was for him to touch me, to kiss me. And honestly, even my mind participated in my surrender. When he tried to pull away from me, I grabbed him so he wouldn’t leave.
• The heat that was building up in the lower part of my body could only be satisfied by him. When he touched me, my body released and desired more. When his mouth caressed my breasts and kissed them, I screamed with genuine pleasure and madness.
• At one point, I felt his fingers inside me, and my initial unfamiliarity with this touch made me recoil. But whether it was the drugs, the heat, the pleasure he awakened in me, or the combination of everything he provoked in me, I was freed from my fears and could feel the pleasure of my first orgasm. This made me want more, and I begged him for something that I still didn’t fully understand, but I knew I needed it.
• I heard him tell me that he had to protect us, but my body wouldn’t let him escape. He intensified his grip, his caresses, and even caressed his own sex as if begging for something.
• Suddenly, he growled like an animal, and I felt him position himself between my legs. I felt something pressing against my sex, and suddenly, he entered me with a swift thrust. It felt as if I were being split in half, and a sharp pain pierced through me. I couldn’t help but scream in pain when he broke through the barrier of my virginity with his thrust. I felt him pause, as if paralyzed and bewildered.
• “You’re a virgin!” – he said incredulously. He tried to pull out of me, but my body, which was already beginning to adapt to his size, reducing the pain and increasing the sensation of pleasure, wouldn’t let him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, trapping him so he wouldn’t leave me.
• “What’s happening to me? Why don’t I want this man to leave? Are the drugs so strong that I’ve become just anyone?” – I thought, but I couldn’t answer these questions because the words he whispered in my ear submerged me in pure desire and drove me completely crazy.
• “Alright, my precious, I will satisfy you. I will make you forget the pain so that you only feel pleasure. But remember, you have just signed a contract with me. From tonight, you will be my woman forever. You are mine, and no other man can touch you or possess you. I will leave my mark on your skin, and you won’t be able to have any other man but me. Do you understand? Answer me, or I won’t move.” – he demanded in my ear.
• “Yes, yes, please, I will be yours, but I want more… I want more!” – my body and my confused mind took control.
• “I hope you know what you’ve done, because now I will make you mine. I always fulfill my deals, don’t forget that,” he said, and without further ado, he dedicated himself to taking me to paradise all night long.
• My body didn’t belong to me; it was part of him. Pleasure and bursts of madness, feeling myself float, followed one another all night. He made me feel so connected to him, like with no other human being.
• I learned to scream, moan, beg, and melt in the arms of a stranger, but one who took ownership of me in a way that, unknowingly, left a lifelong mark on me.
• The worst part Is that, throughout the night, it wasn’t the drugs anymore that made me beg him to make me his, again and again; it was the woman that this stranger awakened inside me, and who would soon transform me into a new Yvaine Stewart.
• My head throbbed, a tempest of dizziness assaulting me well before I dared open my eyes. When I finally summoned the courage to face the light, it felt as if the sun had chosen to stab my brain, momentarily blinding me.
• Recovery took a painful few minutes, but gradually, I adjusted to the light. Surveying my surroundings cautiously, I refrained from abrupt movements, fearing my head might detonate. Yet, in this process, I couldn’t ignore the fact that my body ached and tingled.
• Alone in a mysterious hotel room, I found myself in bed, unclothed. A collage of memories inundated my mind – kisses, the ache of a first experience, the revelation of ecstasy shared between bodies, and the symphony of my desire merging with masculine grunts.
• Almost instinctively, I sat up, peeling away the sheet that concealed the undeniable proof of my transgressions. There, like a living testimony to my misstep, lay the evidence of what I had relinquished – the only gift I had reserved for my boyfriend, Harry.
• Regrettably, I had surrendered it to a stranger, someone now lost in the fog of my memory. The bloodstain boldly declared the surrender of my virginity against the canvas of white sheets. My inner muscles throbbed with pain, unfamiliar muscles that hindered even the simplest of movements.
• The most disconcerting part was that, despite my attempt to feel violated and soiled, the experience seemed more like a reluctant capitulation than a violation. Battling the pain, I sought my clothes, neatly folded on the couch with a peculiar instruction – “Dress me.” Confused, I scanned for my phone and purse, discovering them on the nightstand, accompanied by a glass of water and two aspirins, adorned with notes that urged, “Drink me” and “Eat me.”
• The sudden revelation almost choked me. After cautiously sipping the water and leaving the aspirins, fearing a potential drugging replay, I commenced the arduous task of dressing. A note on the television seized my attention, cryptically whispering, “Look at me.” Trembling with trepidation, I activated the TV with the remote, unveiling the image of the most striking man I had ever encountered.
• “Hello, beautiful Alicia. I presume you awoke with a throbbing headache and a sense of disorientation. I wished to witness your awakening, but unforeseen circumstances intervened. I couldn’t depart without leaving you this video. Now you can behold my face, although I’m uncertain if you recollect me. I am not privy to your current emotional state, but there’s something I wish to reveal to you, particularly what you beseeched of me.” In that moment, a recording initiated, depicting us in the shower, where he implored me to vocalize my desires, and I found myself pleading for him to make.
• The worst part was the flood of images from that night confirming the truth in the recording. He tried to halt things several times, even when he realized I was a virgin, but I was the one who persistently pressed on, the one consumed by desire, the provocateur, and the one who nearly took advantage.
• Feeling embarrassed swept through me as the recording went on: “I guess you’re feeling pretty embarrassed and sore now. Move carefully; it’s normal when you’re new to all this. Don’t feel bad; it was a great night. But there’s something you should remember. Last night, you made an agreement with me. I checked your phone and saw you have a boyfriend. Leave him. After tonight, you’re mine. Yvaine Stewart, I want you to know who you belong to. You’re the wife of President Norman Miller. If you want to know more about me, look online or ask me.”
• By the way, we didn’t use protection all night, so it’s very likely or possible that, besides being my girl, you’re already the future mother of my child, so we’ll have to…”