You just made me so soft for August Walker talking about scratching his head after sex🥰, I didn't know I could be soft for that man I normally just think Take Me Daddy
That’s the best thing about August, he’s got both sides.
He’ll dominate your ass, and then give you the best aftercare imaginable.
Your his girl, and the only one he’ll both punish and open up to.
You can call him both ‘Daddy’ and ‘Aust’ in the same sentence, and he loves them both equally for vastly different reasons.
I love writing Aust for this reason; there’s so many different angles to view his story.
Warnings: Okay guys. I need to be clear here: THERE. ARE. WARNINGS. Please read these carefully, and if something on the list triggers you proceed with caution. If I have missed any kind of warning at all, PLEASE let me know kindly what I missed by sending me a DM; it is never my intention to hurt someone by leaving things out. That being said, the warnings are as follows: Dub-con, Non-con, Sexual Assault, Sodomy, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Knife Play, and Mention of Rape and Oral Rape. Again, if I have missed anything, please let me know so that I can edit this list.
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I don’t know how long I waited for him. I screamed for him, begged for him to return, but he was gone. I hadn’t been able to resist the orgasms, and once they started coming, they didn’t stop. Once he was back I knew I would be made to regret it, but at that moment I didn’t care. I needed more than the toy was offering. I needed to be filled.
Tears fell freely as I watched the door open. I didn’t want him to see me cry, but I couldn’t control them, couldn’t stop them. He crouched in front of me again, his fingers going straight for my hair. It almost felt kind. Almost.
“Have you made up your mind, pet?”
I nodded as best I could, submissive words tumbling from my mouth before I could stop them.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I already am fucking you, pet. You’ll have to be more specific.”
I closed my eyes, mentally trying to engage myself in this conversation. He was going to make me say things I didn’t want to, and my Stubbornness was fighting it, hard. I ignored her.
“With your cock.”
He scratched my head softly through my hair, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Can you ask nicely?”
I closed my eyes. Stubbornness pursed her lips in defiance. I shut her up.
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please”--I swallowed thickly--“Daddy.”
His face curled up with a wicked grin.
“Good, pet. Again.”
Stubbornness slapped me, yelling at me to fight him. I kicked her in the stomach and locked her away in the back corner of my mind. She had no place here anymore. I took a shaky breath as a tear rolled over the bridge of my nose, and did as I was told.
“Please, Daddy, I want you to—to fuck me with your cock.”
The guttural sound he made at my compliance shook me to my core. I had just given this man--the beautiful man with the horrifying scar, the man who’s name I didn’t even know--permission to continue doing unspeakable things to me, and what was worse, I didn’t care. I wanted it. Needed it. I didn’t know if fucking was worse, but at this point, it had to be better than resisting.
I was broken. I was dead.
He stood up and walked behind me, rubbing my ass with his large hands, sinking his fingers into the depths of my folds. He pulled the silicone toy roughly from my body and tossed it next to the remote. I could see how coated it was, covered in the juice of my need. My walls flexed in anger at the lack of release; they’d been abandoned, and I felt empty.
I heard the click of metal against metal and the growl of a zipper being opened, and soon felt the warm tip of his erection press against my hole.
“Say it one more time.”
“Daddy, please… I need it.”
The speed at which he entered me was inhuman. I gasped as I was suddenly filled beyond capacity by this man who, thanks to the hours of torture I’d been subjected to, bottomed out in one thrust. He was so large that I immediately came, an orgasm brought on solely by his size alone. I heard him groan as my abdomen clenched desperately around him, I felt his fingers wrap around my hips, digging deep. More bruises. More marks. I closed my eyes again, steeling myself for what was coming.
He pounded into me with fury, burying himself inside of me with relentless force. Every disc in my spine rippled upward as his thrusts grew stronger and more violent. The loud slap of skin on skin filled the room, as if cheering us on for this horrific act. My tears fell again and I cried out, whether from sorrow or pain or pleasure, I didn’t know.
Wave after wave of that incredible pleasure flowed through my body. It left me gasping for air, my mind destroyed beyond repair at just how good it felt. I had never known pleasure like this in my life, had never felt so unbelievably satisfied. It tore through my core, it’s tendrils snaking rapidly around my nervous system and into the very depths of my soul. And I knew. I knew at once that this man had ruined me for all other men.
I would never feel pleasure like this from anyone else.
I moaned. I wailed. I sobbed. Stubbornness pounded on her door, screamed at me to resist giving him any satisfaction, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too good. My voice caught in my throat as my ability to speak left me. I saw white behind my eyes, blindness consuming me in the heat of rapture. Still, he was relentless. I could hear him grunting, panting, chasing his orgasm without a care in the world to mine. Not that it mattered, I was in a state of perpetual bliss that would only be brought down by his climax.
His growls grew louder as his thrusts got slower, harder. I felt everything, the heaviness of his balls as they slapped my clit, the swell of his dick as it filled with seed, and the warmth of his fluidic essence as it spilled into my center.
He unsheathed himself from my body as fast as he’d entered it, and held my hips still. My chest heaved, my sobs unrelenting as anguish washed over me. Stubbornness was silent. I’d hurt her feelings. I could see his dark eyes out of the corner of my tired ones, his gaze transfixed on his milk leaking from my body and onto my hands.
He leaned over my body, resting his sweaty forehead on my back, momentarily catching his breath. His hands slid up my sore muscles to the shackles around my neck and released me from my confinement. I shuddered as his fingers brushed damp curls from my face, his lips pressing into my shoulder.
I felt the restraints on my hands and ankles fall away, and I unlocked Stubborness’s door. This is my chance, let’s go! She wouldn’t come out. I attempted to prop myself up on all fours but I was weak; my hands, still slick with his seed, slipped on the cold metal table. He caught me in his arms, wrapping me close into his chest.
“Let’s go clean you up, pet,” he whispered in my ear. The soft touch of his hands and the gentleness in his voice felt foreign, alien. The room spun and my vision blurred as I tried to stand, but he just swept me into his arms. I was weightless. The door grew closer, and the realization of what that meant hit me.
I was about to leave my cell for the first time in six months.
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Trapped | Part One | Part Two | Part 2.1 | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | eviF traP | Part Six | Part Seven | Finale | Epilogue |
