Chapter 5

Lizzy woke with a jolt, the sudden surge of need tearing through her like a wave. It started deep, coiling in her belly, rising to her throat, leaving her trembling under the sheets. Her chest heaved in uneven breaths, eyes fluttering open to the dim, silent room. Smith lay beside her, still, his breathing calm, the steady rhythm mocking her while her body throbbed with desperation.

The hunger inside her wasn’t just an ache—it gnawed at her, relentless, all-consuming. It wasn’t emptiness. It wasn’t even the sharp edge of starvation. It was something deeper, something that erased who she was. Only Smith could satisfy it, only he could fill the void that pulsed through her every nerve.

Her hand drifted over her stomach, fingers tracing the hollow beneath her ribs. Her breath hitched as the need deepened, coiling tighter in her gut. Throat dry, she swallowed hard, slipping quietly from the bed. The cool air wrapped around her as her bare feet touched the floor, the weight of her hunger pulling her toward the bathroom.

Barefoot, she padded to the bathroom, legs trembling as though they could barely hold her. The cold tile underfoot jolted her just enough to center her focus.

Her hands gripped the sink, cold porcelain biting into her palms. She hesitated, feeling the pulse of desperation in her chest, before lifting her gaze to the mirror. The woman staring back seemed like a stranger.

The woman staring back at her was flawless. Smooth skin, sculpted body, beauty that looked so perfect it felt obscene. Would Leo even recognize me now? The thought drifted in, unbidden. She could almost picture his face, eyes wide with shock at seeing what she had become. He’d never understand this life, she thought, her chest tightening. He’d try to save me, pull me away. But she wasn’t the same Lizzy anymore. The hunger inside her was too strong, and Ben’s world—her old world—felt too far away now. She blinked, and the reflection blinked back, mocking her. It reminded her what she had become—what Smith had made her into.

Her fingers slid over her breasts, sinking into the soft flesh, searching for some connection. Nothing. She traced the curve of her waist, feeling the hollow space beneath her ribs. It was all numb. Her body no longer belonged to her; it was reshaped for his desires, a vessel, hollowed out, aching with a need she couldn’t control. She stared at the reflection, trying to find some piece of herself underneath it all, but the hunger drowned everything else out.

She needed him. She needed to be filled.

Her body moved on its own, each step back to the bed heavy with the weight of her desire. As she reached the bedroom, her breath hitched—Smith was sitting up, his expression dark, her phone in his hand. Her heart stopped.

“Leo?,” Smith said quietly, his gaze flicking between the screen and her face. The missed calls and messages from her brother glowed brightly in the dim room, accusing her. Lizzy’s throat tightened. “He’s my brother,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Smith’s eyes lingered on the phone for a moment longer before he set it down gently on the nightstand. A small smile tugged at his lips, though his eyes remained cool and calculating. “Your brother? You didn’t think to mention that you had a protective brother desperately trying to reach you?” His tone was light, but there was an edge to it that made Lizzy’s stomach knot.

Lizzy swallowed hard, sinking onto the edge of the bed. “He doesn’t know about this. About me. He wouldn’t understand.” She hesitated, feeling the words stick in her throat. “After our parents died, Leo took care of me. He’s always been ... protective. Too protective.” Her voice cracked slightly, and she stared at the floor, avoiding Smith’s gaze. “He’s all I’ve got left, but he wouldn’t understand this life.”

Smith’s smile widened slightly, though it still didn’t reach his eyes. “Ben’s a loose end,” he thought, though he didn’t say it aloud. Instead, he leaned closer to her, his tone softening, coaxing. “You’re wrong, Lizzy. He’ll understand—eventually. He just needs time to see things our way.” He reached out, brushing his fingers along her cheek, the touch both tender and possessive. “You’ve changed, yes, but for the better. You’re becoming who you were always meant to be.”

Lizzy felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She wanted to believe him—needed to believe him. Her chest tightened with guilt, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the familiar pull of desire. Smith had a way of making everything feel so simple, so inevitable. He would take care of everything. Leo would understand, he had to.

Smith’s voice remained steady, reassuring. “We’ll deal with him later. There’s no need to worry right now. Focus on me, on us. This is your life now, Lizzy. You belong here.” His hand moved to her neck, his thumb brushing her pulse, which quickened at his touch. “And soon, Leo will see that too.”

The tension inside Lizzy began to unravel, replaced by an all-consuming need. The mention of her brother faded into the background as her body responded to Smith’s closeness. She felt the familiar heat rising within her, her desire for him drowning out the fear and uncertainty. She needed him. Wanted him. More than anything.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and in that moment, she was his completely. “You’re right,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. “He’ll understand. He has to.”

Smith’s smile turned predatory, sensing her shift, knowing exactly where her thoughts were leading. His hand slid down her body, fingers grazing the curve of her waist, his touch sending electric shivers through her. “And what do you understand, Lizzy?” he murmured, his voice low, coaxing her deeper into submission.

Her lips parted, her breath shallow, as her body leaned into him, craving his touch. “That I belong to you,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “I need you, Smith ... please. I can’t ... I can’t think of anything else.”

Smith’s hand slipped lower, teasing the edge of her thigh, pulling her closer, his grip firm. “Good,” he growled softly, his eyes darkening as he claimed her attention fully. “Then show me how much you need me. Beg for it.”

Lizzy’s body trembled with raw hunger, her pulse quickening as his words washed over her, pushing her deeper into that familiar spiral of want. She couldn’t hold back anymore—the longing was too intense, too consuming. “Please, Smith,” she whimpered, her voice desperate and breathless, “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, please ... I’ll do anything.”

“You can have what you need,” he said, his tone flat. “But you’ll work for it.”

Her breath hitched, body shivering as she pushed herself to stand, legs trembling, unsteady. Her body moved without thinking, driven by a need so fierce it consumed her. Slowly, she climbed onto the bed, knees shaking as she straddled him. The sheets shifted beneath her as she hovered above him, her body trembling with anticipation. His eyes stayed on her, detached, indifferent, feeding the fire inside her. The sight of him beneath her, so calm, so unmoved, only made her burn hotter, the hunger twisting into something unbearable.

She stood over him, trying to steady herself, but her whole body vibrated with need. Her hand reached down, shaking as she grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it to her entrance. She could barely control herself, her touch betraying how frantic she was, how badly she needed him. The tip of his cock brushed against her slick opening, and a jolt shot through her body, her breath catching in her throat.

Slowly, painfully slowly, she began to lower herself, feeling every inch of him as he stretched her open. Her walls tightened around him, her body trembling as she took him deeper. “Fuuuuuuck,” she gasped, her voice ragged as the pressure built, her legs barely holding her weight. Inch by inch, he filled her, but it still wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

Her hips began to move, rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she adjusted to his size, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. Each movement sent another wave of sensation through her, but the hunger gnawing at her insides only sharpened. “Yeeesssss,” she moaned, voice shaky as she tried to find some relief, her body aching for more.

Her pace quickened, her hands gripping his chest for balance as she rode him harder, faster. Desperation fueled her movements, hips slamming down against him, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. But even as she moved, even as she gasped for air, it wasn’t enough. The hunger inside her was relentless, tearing at her with each thrust.

Her breath came in ragged bursts, her nails digging into his skin as she fucked him, her body chasing something just out of reach. “Fuuuuck ... fuck ... fuck...” she whimpered, her voice cracking, her thighs quivering as the edge of release teased her, just out of her grasp.

And then, it hit.

Her orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike, her walls clenching tight around his cock as her back arched. “Ohhhh God ... Yeeeesssss!” she cried out, her voice raw, the pleasure tearing through her, violent and overwhelming. Her legs shook, her whole body trembling as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her breath coming in shallow, broken moans. But even then, it wasn’t enough. It never was.

Smith’s fingers dug into her hips, hard and unyielding, as he pulled her off him with effortless force. Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her onto the bed, her body barely settling into the sheets before he slammed into her without warning, filling her completely.

Her body responded instantly, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as her head hit the pillow. “Fuuuuuuck!” she moaned, eyes rolling back as the shock of his invasion overwhelmed her. He didn’t slow. No hesitation, no pause for her to adjust. Each thrust was deliberate, vicious, his cock pounding into the deepest parts of her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She felt like she was being split apart, her body stretching to accommodate him, but the pain was drowned in the intoxicating pleasure of being filled again.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, legs wrapping tightly around him, locking him in place as she surrendered to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her mind was gone, her body acting on pure instinct, driven by the primal need to have him inside her, to be completely consumed by him. “Yeeesssss, fuuuuck me!” she cried out, her voice cracking with raw need. The sound of her own desperate moans filled the room, louder and more frantic as her second orgasm coiled tight inside her, a live wire about to snap.

When it hit, it was like a dam breaking. A flood of sensation slammed into her, drowning her. Her body convulsed, walls tightening like a vise around his cock as her back arched off the bed. Her mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out at first—just a silent, trembling gasp as her vision blurred. The intensity of her climax swallowed her whole, wave after wave crashing through her until she was nothing but sensation.

But Smith wasn’t done. Not even close.

He kept going, thrusting faster, harder, pushing her beyond the edge. Every nerve in her body was on fire, burning with pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but hold on and take him. “Ohhhhh God! Yeeessss!” she screamed, her voice a broken mess of moans and pleas. It was too much. Too much. But she didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop.

Finally, with one last brutal thrust, he came inside her. Lizzy felt the warmth flood her, his cum filling her completely, and with it came a wave of satisfaction so deep it nearly broke her. The hunger that had consumed her for so long, gnawing at her insides, was gone. In its place was a warmth, a fullness, a sense of completeness that made her feel whole again.

Her body shuddered violently, her own climax exploding in the wake of his. “Fuuuuuck, ohhhhhh!” she moaned, her voice loud, uncontrolled, body trembling beneath him as the final waves of pleasure tore through her. She collapsed back onto the bed, spent, limbs weak, her mind blissfully blank.

Smith pulled out of her slowly, leaving Lizzy spread out on the bed, her body still quivering, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The warmth of him inside her, the solid weight of his body pressing down on hers, vanished in an instant. A chill crept in, taking its place, sinking into her skin. She lay motionless, every muscle limp, her mind hazy and unfocused from the overwhelming release.

He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes cold and distant as he looked down at her, no warmth, no affection—just possession. Lizzy’s body felt heavy, sinking into the mattress, the brief satisfaction already beginning to fade as she realized the truth of his gaze. He wasn’t looking at her like a person. She was just something to be used.

“You’re mine,” Smith said, his voice cutting through the stillness. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. His tone was clinical, detached, like he was stating something obvious. “Remember that.”

The words sliced through the air, sending a shiver down her spine. She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut, trying to block out the harshness in his voice. Her mind was still foggy, swimming in the afterglow of the pleasure he’d given her, but somewhere in the haze, she understood. She belonged to him. The pleasure, the release—it was his to give. His to take away.

“I built you for my pleasure,” he said, his voice slow, deliberate. “You’re my fuck doll.”

The words hit her like a punch, but she didn’t flinch. She couldn’t. The truth of it had already sunk deep into her bones, a reality she’d accepted long before she even understood it. Lizzy nodded again, her body numb, the hunger already starting to stir deep inside her, an itch she knew would never go away for long. She could still feel his cum inside her, a strange comfort in the hollowing emptiness that followed every release. But she knew it wouldn’t last. It never did.

Smith turned, walking out of the room without another word. The door clicked softly shut behind him, leaving her alone in the dark. She stared up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in her chest, her body too heavy to move. His cum still filled her, the warmth fading, but the feeling of being used, of being his, lingered. It wrapped around her like a blanket, suffocating but oddly comforting. Somewhere deep down, she knew it was wrong. But she didn’t care. She’d do anything to feel that way again.

The hunger was already returning, creeping up from deep inside her. She lay still, aching for him, waiting, needing him to come back. The fleeting moment of fullness was slipping away, leaving behind the gnawing emptiness. And she knew it wouldn’t be long before the need consumed her again. When it did, she would beg for him. Just like before.

Because she was his. And she would always need him.

The hours blurred, the weight of their encounter lingering in the air. By the time they sat for lunch, the stillness was deafening. The clink of cutlery and the low hum of the machinery were the only sounds, but to Lizzy, the silence was suffocating.

Lizzy sat across from Smith at the long table, her eyes fixed on him as he ate. He didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge her. Just sat there, his attention locked on the tablet beside his plate, his expression detached.

Every glance at him, so indifferent, so distant, made her insides twist tighter. His silence felt louder with each second that passed, a quiet rejection that only sharpened the ache inside her. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him. Now. Her hand slid under the table, fingers pressing against her slick cunt. She bit her lip, squirming in her chair as her fingers rubbed against her clit, trying to ease the unbearable ache. But it wasn’t enough. It never was.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the hum of the room, but it felt like a scream breaking the silence. “I need you to fuck me again.”

Smith’s eyes flicked up, his fork pausing mid-bite. His gaze hardened instantly, a cold edge creeping into his expression as he set the fork down and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t speak. Just watched her. His eyes narrowed as she shifted, fingers still working under the table, desperate for some kind of release. But no matter how hard she tried, it wasn’t enough.

Smith rose from the table with an air of quiet dominance, his eyes cutting through Lizzy with a cold intensity. He hadn’t said a word throughout the meal, and she had squirmed under the weight of his silence, her breath coming in shallow, shaky bursts. Her fingers twitched beneath the table, desperate for a release she knew wouldn’t come unless he permitted it. That was the game—his game. He was in control, always.

Without looking at her, he spoke, his voice flat and commanding. “Upstairs.”

Her heart skipped, and before she could think, her body obeyed, almost as if wired to follow his commands. In truth, it was. He had made sure of that.

Lizzy’s legs trembled as she followed him up the stairs, the tension in her body already spiraling. Each step sent a fresh pulse of need through her, a need he had cultivated carefully, deliberately. By the time they reached the bedroom, her skin felt like it was on fire.

Without turning, Smith gestured toward the bed. “Strip.”

Her clothes fell to the floor without hesitation, and in moments she was naked, vulnerable, laid out before him. The ropes bit into her wrists as he tied her to the bedposts—firm but not cruel—just enough to remind her of her place. The cool air kissed her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat growing inside her. She could feel herself already slick with need, but that didn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter until he decided it did.

Smith circled the bed like a predator assessing his prey, his eyes raking over her exposed form. His gaze lingered on her chest, where her nipples had hardened, a telltale sign of how ready her body was, how desperate she had become under his control. Lizzy’s thighs pressed together, aching for some kind of friction, but there was none. Only his eyes. Watching. Waiting.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her need. “I need you...”

He chuckled, low and dark, his amusement cutting through her plea. “Need?” He stopped near her head, leaning down until his breath was hot against her ear. “You don’t get to need. You exist to take what I give you.”

Her body reacted instantly to his words, a moan escaping her lips as his fingers trailed down her side, teasing the curve of her waist but giving her nothing substantial. He knew exactly how to push her, how to draw out her desperation until it became a physical ache.

Lizzy’s hips bucked, her body begging for more contact, more of him, but Smith was in no rush. He never was. His patience was maddening.

“Control yourself,” he said, his voice a cool whisper against the tension in the room. His hand hovered just above her, making her squirm even more, but he didn’t touch her. “Your body belongs to me. I decide when you get what you want.”

She gasped, her back arching off the bed as her wrists strained against the ropes. “I can’t ... I need it. I need you to fuck me.”

Smith’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. He loved to see her like this—on the edge, teetering between desire and frustration. But he wouldn’t give in to her pleas so easily. Not yet.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, watching her writhe beneath him, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged bursts. She tried to lift her hips toward him, seeking any form of contact, but he held her still, his hands pressing her down, controlling every movement.

Then, without warning, his hand slid between her legs, fingers grazing her slick folds. The touch was light, too light. Just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to relieve the ache building inside her.

“Please...” she whimpered, her voice shaky. “I need more ... I need you...”

Smith’s fingers traced back up her thigh, deliberate and slow, teasing her as he always did. “You’ll get more when I say so,” he murmured, his voice low, almost mocking. “You exist for me, nothing else.”

His hand returned between her legs, slipping inside her this time, but only just. He pushed his fingers in shallowly, teasing her walls as they clenched around him, instinctively trying to pull him deeper. Lizzy’s head fell back against the pillows, her breath coming out in short, desperate gasps.

“I can take it,” she whispered, her hips grinding down against his hand. “Please ... I can take everything.”

A dark smirk tugged at Smith’s lips. “You’ll take everything I give you,” he growled, leaning down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re not even close to full.”

With that, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. But instead of giving her what she so desperately wanted, he pushed in agonizingly slowly, inch by inch, making her feel every stretch, every movement.

“Fuuuuck ... yesssss...” Lizzy gasped, her body trembling beneath him as he slid deeper, filling her with deliberate, torturous slowness. Her walls clenched around him, greedy for more, but Smith held back, controlling the pace, drawing out her torment.

He didn’t slam into her, didn’t give her the rough, fast thrusts her body was begging for. Instead, he kept the pace slow, his eyes locked on her face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every moan that spilled from her lips.

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck as he pushed in deeper, his hips pressing against hers. “Is this what you’ve been begging for?”

Lizzy’s nails dug into the sheets, her body straining against the ropes, trembling with need. “Yeeesssss ... please ... I need more...”

Smith pulled back, his cock sliding out of her, leaving her gasping and empty. “You’ll get more,” he said, his voice dark and amused. “When I decide you’ve earned it.”

Then, without warning, he thrust back into her, hard, filling her completely in one brutal motion. Lizzy cried out, her body jerking as pleasure exploded through her, her back arching off the bed, her entire body seizing around him.

Smith groaned, his thrusts deep and deliberate now, each one pushing her closer to the edge. His grip tightened on her hips as he pounded into her, his cock driving into her with unrelenting force. He could feel her tightening around him, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached the brink.

And then she broke, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her walls clamping down hard around him as her body convulsed. “Ohhhhhh God ... Yeeessssss ... Fuuuuuck...!” she cried, her body shuddering beneath him as the pleasure ripped through her, leaving her gasping for air.

Smith groaned as he felt her tightening around him, pulling him over the edge. He came hard, filling her with his release, his grip on her hips bruising as he buried himself deep inside her. His cock pulsed as he spilled into her, hot and thick, the warmth spreading inside her.

Lizzy moaned softly, her body trembling with the aftershocks, her belly feeling heavy, full with his cum. She could feel it inside her, spreading, filling her completely.

Smith didn’t pull out right away. He stayed there, buried deep inside her, his cock still twitching as the last of his release spilled into her. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear.

“You’re not full yet,” he muttered, his voice low, possessive, before finally pulling out, leaving her quivering beneath him, spent but still aching for more.

Smith finally pulled away, his body rising off the bed with an unsettling calm. Lizzy lay beneath him, her skin slick with sweat, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The fullness inside her, the way his cum spread warmth deep within her, made her squirm. Her body felt stretched, almost too full, but the hunger still lingered beneath it all. She wasn’t done. Not even close.

Without a word, Smith stood and walked to the door, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Lizzy’s heart raced as he reached for the handle. Her voice caught in her throat. He was leaving. Leaving her tied, helpless, dripping with his release. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came. Her body trembled, anticipation and frustration warring inside her.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Lizzy let out a soft moan, her wrists straining against the ropes as she shifted, her skin brushing the cool sheets beneath her. She was too full, too tight, but it wasn’t enough. The weight of his cum inside her made her belly feel heavy, her core pulsing with the need for more. Her mind spun as she stared up at the ceiling, each second feeling like an eternity without him there.

She hated how much she craved him, how the thought of his return made her heart race despite everything he’d just done to her. Her thighs rubbed together, slick with the mess he’d left, her body betraying her again, aching for more even as it throbbed from the intensity of his first round.

Time crawled. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath, to stop her body from shaking. But her mind wouldn’t let go of the last few minutes—the way he’d filled her, the way he controlled her so effortlessly. And the worst part? How badly she still wanted him.

A creak echoed in the room as the door opened again. Lizzy’s eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat as Smith re-entered, his gaze as cold and calculated as ever. He hadn’t been gone long, but the silence had felt suffocating in his absence.

He didn’t speak as he approached the bed, his footsteps measured. Lizzy’s body reacted instantly, her skin prickling with anticipation, her breath quickening. Her heart thudded in her chest as he stood over her, his dark eyes taking her in once more.

“Did you think I was finished?” His voice was low, almost taunting. He placed one hand on her thigh, his thumb brushing the inside, teasing her already slick skin. Lizzy moaned softly, her hips instinctively lifting toward his touch, but Smith pressed her back down with a firm hand. “You’re too eager. You haven’t learned anything.”

Her chest heaved, her body trembling as his words cut through the haze of need clouding her mind. She tried to speak, to ask for what she wanted, but her throat was dry, her thoughts jumbled.

Smith smirked, amused by her struggle. “It’s not up to you.” He leaned down, his lips hovering near her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “You’re mine. You don’t get to decide when or how this ends.”

A sharp jolt of heat shot through Lizzy’s core at his words, her body arching instinctively, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. She was completely at his mercy, tied and helpless, and the reality of it made her ache with something darker, deeper.

Smith’s fingers slid between her legs, brushing over her swollen, slick folds, and she moaned, her back arching off the bed again. His touch was light, teasing, keeping her just on the edge without giving her what she truly craved.

“Still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “It’s pathetic how easily you fall apart.”

Lizzy whimpered, her hips bucking as he continued to torment her, his fingers barely grazing her, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. The pressure in her belly only intensified, the fullness becoming more unbearable as her need grew.

“Please...” she managed to whisper, her voice weak, trembling. “Please, I need more...”

Smith’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. “You’ll get more,” he said, sliding his fingers inside her suddenly, deep and hard, making her gasp. “But only when I say so.”

Lizzy’s entire body shuddered as his fingers filled her, her muscles clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside. But just as quickly as he had entered her, he pulled away, leaving her aching, empty. A soft cry escaped her lips, her wrists pulling against the restraints in frustration.

Smith watched her for a moment, his gaze unrelenting, his fingers glistening with her arousal. Then, without a word, he undid his pants, his cock already hard again, ready to take her.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her slick folds. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her entire body straining toward him, desperate for him to fill her again. The emptiness she felt was almost unbearable, her core throbbing, aching for release.

Smith thrust into her with one brutal stroke, filling her completely. Lizzy cried out, her body jerking violently against the ropes, her back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through her. The force of his entry made her gasp, her eyes wide, her body trembling beneath him.

“Fuuuuck ... yesssss...” she moaned, her voice shaking, her walls clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock stretching her, filling her to the brink.

Smith groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, hard and fast. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, pleasure and pain blurring together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.