Chapter 23

He crossed the room and stood in front of her still sitting on the toilet.

When she still hadn’t managed anything, Elias stepped directly in front of her. He raised her chin and lifted her flushed face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Do your business, Lena. Right here. Right now,” he said calmly, almost sweetly. “Or I will strap you into the big gynecological chair, spread those pretty legs nice and wide open, and make you poop like a helpless little baby while I watch every second. Would you like that, my love? Personally that would be way more entertaining for me.”

Terror flashed in her wide, tear-filled eyes. The humiliating threat shattered her completely. Straining with burning shame, Lena finally obeyed. Hot tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she pushed, the loud, unmistakable sounds of her poop echoing obscenely in the marble bathroom, each wet plop amplifying her degradation.

Elias watched with a slow, satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

“Now that was easy, wasn’t it, my sweet little girl?” he cooed lovingly. “Such a good baby, learning to poop on Master’s command like a proper little one.”

When she was finished, his voice softened with tender authority. “ From now on you have no secrets from me, little girl. None at all. Privacy doesn’t exist for you anymore. The sooner my precious little one accepts that, the easier and sweeter the rest of her life would be.”

He stepped closer and gently wiped the tears from her burning cheeks with his thumb, the gesture strangely loving despite everything.

Once she was finished and thoroughly cleaned with a warm washcloth, Elias’s voice remained calm and commanding. “Get under the shower my love.”

Lena’s legs trembled as she obeyed, stepping into the large walk-in shower on shaky limbs. The rainfall heads came to life with a gentle hiss, warm water cascading over her naked body. Elias followed her in, his powerful frame filling the space behind her.

He began washing her with slow, deliberate care — but it was never just washing. His soapy hands moved with possessive reverence over every inch of her skin, arousing as much as they cleansed. He started at her shoulders, massaging the tension away while his thumbs pressed into the sensitive spots along her neck. His palms slid down her arms, then cupped her swollen breasts, kneading them thoroughly, rolling her tender nipples between his fingers until they stiffened into aching peaks and soft, unwilling whimpers escaped her lips. Lena started panting in desire.

“Mmmm ... already aroused for your master I see, aren’t you little Lena?” He sneered.

He turned her to face the tiled wall, his body pressing close behind her as he washed her back, tracing every curve of her spine before moving lower. His hands lingered on her sore, welted bottom, cleaning the marked flesh with surprising gentleness even as his fingers teased the sensitive skin between her cheeks. Lower still, he parted her thighs, washing her pussy with slow, intimate strokes — his fingers gliding through her folds, circling her clit until her breath hitched and fresh heat pooled despite her shame.

He pressed closer, lips brushing her ear as his fingers continued their relentless, teasing exploration. “Don’t be ashamed, my love. I adore how wet you get for me.”

Without warning, Elias turned her to look at him and pushed two thick fingers deep inside her soaked pussy, curling them expertly as he began fingering her with furious, demanding strokes. His palm ground against her clit with every thrust, the wet, obscene sounds echoing under the falling water. Lena’s knees buckled instantly. A broken cry tore from her throat as overwhelming pleasure crashed through her exhausted body. She went crazy with need, hips jerking helplessly against his hand, chasing the ruthless rhythm he set.

“Please ... Master...” she whimpered, voice shaking with shame and desperate arousal, tears mixing with the shower water on her flushed cheeks.

Elias’s free arm wrapped around her waist, holding her upright as he fucked her harder with his fingers, his mouth hot against her neck. “Say it, Lena. Tell me who you belong to if you want release.”

She was trembling violently, teetering on the edge, her inner walls clenching desperately around his invading fingers. The shame burned hotter than the pleasure, yet she couldn’t stop herself.

“I belong to you!” she sobbed, voice cracking. “I belong to you, Master!”

Elias growled in satisfaction, his fingers moving even faster, deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside her without mercy.

“Good girl. Come for me. Now.”

The command shattered what little control she had left. Lena came with a raw, broken scream, her entire body convulsing violently around his fingers as powerful waves of pleasure tore through her. Her pussy gushed around his hand, her legs giving out completely as the orgasm consumed her. Elias held her tightly through every shuddering aftershock, murmuring dark praises against her skin while she sobbed with overwhelming shame and release.

“Every part of you belongs to me,” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. “Inside and out.”

He then turned her firmly to face the tiled wall of the shower. “Grip the handle tightly, little one,” he commanded, his voice a low, velvet growl thick with raw hunger. “Do not let go. If you do, I’ll punish that pretty bottom all over again. Understand?”

Lena’s fingers wrapped around the metal grab bar, her knuckles turning white. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. Before she could draw a full breath, Elias yanked her hips back toward him, his large, powerful hands digging into her flesh with bruising possession. His massive cock — unusually big even for the most experienced women — pressed hot and heavy against her entrance. the stretch was going to be brutal.

He thrust forward in one powerful, unrelenting motion, burying himself only halfway inside her tight, resistant heat.

Lena gasped sharply, her eyes flying open as white-hot pain and impossible pressure exploded deep in her core. “M ... Master, please ... it’s too much—” she cried out, her body instinctively bucking and struggling against the savage invasion.

Elias held her hips in an unbreakable iron grip, refusing to let her escape even an inch. “Shh ... be patient, my princess,” he murmured hotly against her ear, nibbling on her earlobe before trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down her wet shoulder. He pulled back almost completely, letting her feel the loss, then pushed in again slowly, forcing another thick inch into her impossibly tight channel. “You have nowhere to hide from me, Lena. Nowhere. I will claim every single part of this body. Every hole. Every inch. And then I will demand more. I will stretch you beyond anything you can imagine until you’re molded perfectly for me.”

She’s so fucking tight, Elias thought, his jaw clenched with savage pleasure. Over the years he had taken countless women — experienced submissives trained specifically to handle big cocks. Even they had struggled with his size. But Lena ... his innocent, untouched Lena had a much smaller, tighter body with no experience at all. She was pure perfection, a challenge he would savor for the rest of his life.

He couldn’t push his entire length inside her. Not yet. He bent over her completely, his broad, muscular chest pressing flush against her back, engulfing her smaller frame until she was caged entirely by him. His powerful body surrounded her like a living prison as he began to move — slow, deep, devastating strokes that dragged his heavy cock against every sensitive ridge inside her, pressing right up against her cervix with every thrust. Occasionally he fisted her wet hair and pulled her head back sharply, forcing her back to arch beautifully for him.

One hand slid beneath her to find her swollen clit, rubbing firm, masterful circles. The other reached around to cup and knead her tender, swollen breast, pinching and rolling the aching nipple.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he growled against her neck, slamming deeper.

“You, Master!” Lena sobbed, voice breaking.

“Who do these huge, perfect tits belong to?” He squeezed the heavy globe hard, making her whimper in pain.

“They’re yours, Master! Please”

Elias groaned with raw, animal pleasure. “You have the perfect pussy, my love ... so impossibly tight and hot it feels like heaven choking my cock. Mmmm ... fuck ... fuck ... This body was made for me. Every inch of you is mine to use, to abuse, to stretch, to ruin and rebuild.” His hips snapped forward harder, faster.”I will enter every hole, Lena. Your mouth, your tight little cunt, your ass — I will train them all until you can take me effortlessly. I will conquer your mind until you can’t think of anything but me. Your body until it craves only my touch. Your soul until it sings only my name.”

Lena was drowning in a violent storm of pleasure and pain. Every powerful thrust jolted her body. The sensations were too much — the burning stretch, the deep pounding against her cervix, the relentless stimulation on her clit and breast.

“My good little Lena,” he rasped, voice thick with lust as he pounded into her without mercy. “Who does this bottom belong to?”