Chapter 188/Under My Rules and My Terms

Chapter 188: 188/Under My Rules and My Terms

Chapter 188

Stephanie’s POV

He didn’t care about my tearful pleading, my brokenness, or the way my shivering body curled into itself in the corner of the bed. Instead, he remained standing in his towering, absolute dominance, his cold blue eyes watching me like winter ice. He derived a distinctly sadistic pleasure from seeing my defenses utterly shattered and stripped bare before him.

Turning slowly toward the door, it felt for a few agonizing seconds as if he might actually leave and abandon me to this hell of burning deprivation and lust. Instead, his large hand reached out and turned the key in the lock. The sharp, metallic click sent a violent, terrifying shiver straight through my core.

He removed his black shirt with steady, slow, and calculated movements, intentionally putting his sheer power on display. His massive, sculpted physique was broad-shadowed and heavily corded with dense muscle, patterned with rugged scars.

He advanced toward the bed, his slow, heavy steps making the mattress sink beneath his weight as he climbed onto the dark silk, pinning me beneath him.

"Lay flat, Stephanie," he hissed, his gravelly voice dropping into a harsh, commanding tone that brooked absolutely no room for debate or begging.

I released the edges of the towel in blind, humiliating submission, a total surrender consuming my soul. I stretched my entire naked, pale, and fragile body out beneath his massive shadow as his frame completely blotted out the light. He didn’t rush to take my body. Instead, he leaned down and pinned both of my wrists over my head with a single hand that felt like iron shackles, his hard fingers binding me to the mattress. He held me completely immobile, leaving me entirely exposed and defenseless beneath his hungry, evaluating gaze.

His free hand moved, asserting its ruthless dominance over my skin inch by inch with a deliberate, burning cruelty. His rough fingers squeezed hard against my throat, as if he intended to choke me, before traveling down to brutally grip my shoulder and the trembling muscles of my chest. The rough pressure caused a sharp ache that left me painfully aroused. Leaning his heavy head down, he bypassed my lips entirely, sinking his teeth sharply into the curve of my neck, biting and bruising my flesh with a feral intensity.

A ragged, pained whimper tore from my throat, immediately swallowed by his hot breaths fanning across my face.

His blistering palm traveled down my stomach with agonizing, wicked slowness, pressing heavily against my pelvic bone despite the violent tremors racking my muscles. His hand slid further, settling directly between my thighs, which were locked tight in a mixture of tension and terror. With a swift, forceful motion, he wedged his massive knees between my legs, brutally forcing my thighs wide open to expose my most vulnerable, sensitive flesh completely to his gaze.

He didn’t offer any conventional touch or soft foreplay. Instead, his long fingers firmly gripped the lips of my heavily slick pussy, which was weeping from the depth of my repressed lust. He spread my wet flesh apart, callously inspecting the deep crimson of my intimacy with wide eyes that dripped with sadistic satisfaction. I threw my head back against the pillow, rapid gasps and broken arches tearing through my throat from the sheer shock of the dark, twisted arousal his calculated sadism injected into me.

"You are mine, Stephanie," he murmured, his deep voice sliding down my spine like hot velvet. He shifted his heavy, massive frame downward, pressing his entire lower half firmly against my hips until I was completely trapped beneath his weight. "And your disobedient, rebellious body..." He paused, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a violent shudder through my limbs. "...is going to learn absolute compliance, inch by inch, under my rules and my terms tonight."

Professor Thorne remained locked directly over me, his brutal grip keeping my wrists bound helplessly above my head without an ounce of mercy.

He pulled his terrifyingly thick, rigid dick from his trousers, but he didn’t plunge inside immediately. Instead, he callously dragged the hot, heavily veined head of his shaft slowly up and down against my slick opening from the outside. Pressing down with a sudden, punishing surge of weight, he forced just the first third of his massive width straight into my tight channel.

My body instantly arched off the mattress in a spasm of sharp pain and shock as my virginity constricted violently against his massive size. He held himself completely still inside me, his hand moving to grip my jaw in a vice-like hold to force my tear-filled eyes to lock with his icy blue gaze. He issued a lethal warning:

"Do not move. Let your tight pussy stretch and adapt to your master’s size first."

Midst my ragged breathing and the frantic hammering of my heart against my ribs, I lowered my eyes in a paralyzing mixture of terror, burning shame, and reckless longing. For the first time in my entire life, my gaze locked directly onto his erect, exposed dick moving with such raw violence between us.

My virgin eyes had never seen a man’s dick before; this was the very first male body to be laid bare before my unraveling innocence and virginity. The sight struck me with a lethal shock due to the terrifying, monstrous proportions resting between his heavily muscled thighs. Professor Thorne’s dick extended with an imposing length and an intimidating, heavy thickness, its flesh stained a dark, angry crimson from the intense rush of hot blood engorging its core. Thick, pulsing veins twisted across the taut skin like coiled, venomous snakes, and the wide, blunt head glistened heavily with the thick pre-cum his dominant, predatory lust was slicking over my flesh.

A burning panic and pure terror seized me as I watched that lethal weapon sliding against my raw, narrow opening. The sheer contrast between his monstrous size and the narrow, closed depth of my virgin pussy felt like a suicidal math equation a violent intrusion that would tear my insides to shreds. I felt my limbs go physically rigid, the blood rushing frantically to my head as the terrifying reality set in: this fierce, unyielding stake was about to violently breach my depths and stretch me apart in a matter of seconds.

My lips trembled helplessly, and I looked back up into his blue eyes, which were closely monitoring the dilation of my pupils and my utter bewilderment with a cold, sadistic amusement.

"Look at it and study every detail carefully, Stephanie," he whispered in a low, hot hiss, his free hand suddenly tightening around my jaw to tilt my face downward. "This intimidating size, the length, and these raging veins..." He paused, shifting his heavy bulk to press his pulsing heat directly against my slick, trembling opening, making me gasp for air. "...are exactly what will assert total control and tear away your virginity tonight."