Chapter 1
**Synopsis: A Long-Awaited Tale of Desire and Control** Lyra Everwood had always been drawn to the mysterious allure of danger. When she first laid eyes on Sebastian Blackwood, she felt an intoxicating thrill coursing through her veins—a spark that told her he was someone who could challenge her in ways she never imagined. With an overwhelming sense of possessiveness, he resolved that she was to be his, to be shaped and molded to fit his desires. Yet, Lyra was no damsel; she prided herself on her strength and independence. But in the private confines of their world, where power dynamics shifted like the tide, she found herself entangled in a game far more complex. The assertive Sebastian, with his dark charm and commanding presence, was a force of nature, and Lyra was drawn into his web, seduced by the promise of something exhilarating and new. Ignoring the strings of societal expectations, Lyra found herself wrestling with her own vulnerabilities as Sebastian introduced her to the darker sides of desire. In the hushed corners of The Study, where whispered words became intoxicating vows, she felt the faintest flicker of passion igniting within her—a hidden longing she had never dared to explore. But their connection was more than just a fleeting romance; it was a tumultuous journey that blurred the lines of pleasure and pain. With every encounter, she discovered layers of herself she never knew existed, each revelation a step deeper into the world he crafted for her. Sebastian's persistent urge to dominate clashed against her instinct to resist, creating a tempest of emotions that left her breathless. As they navigated the corridors of their desires, Lyra often found herself reflecting on the fragility of trust. Was she surrendering too much? Could she fully succumb to the intoxicating dance they shared, or would she lose herself in the process? In the shadows of The Bedchamber, where their passionate battles left marks both visible and invisible, the question loomed: Could their bond withstand the weight of their own complexities? The stakes were high, but the magnetic pull between them was undeniable. With every stolen glance and every whispered promise, Lyra and Sebastian were hurtling toward a reckoning that would determine not just their fates but the very essence of their desires. The spiritual yearning for connection and power hung heavily in the air, marking the foundation of their story, setting the stage for a clash that would resonate beyond their wildest dreams—and fears. This, then, was just the beginning of their entwined paths. What remained was not merely a tale of two souls, but an exploration of profound desire and the ultimate challenge of possession.
Chapter 2
Lyra Everwood clutched her sketchpad as she walked along the path, the summer sun beating down on her. It was almost unbearable. Her slender legs hurried along in the short skirt, and if it weren't for her desire to earn credits, she wouldn't have braved this scorching weather to deliver her artwork to Langdon. As she reached the entrance, a young man, a physician, came down the stairs. The sunlight glinted off his dark hair, and upon seeing her, he flashed an attractive grin. His charming canines seemed to sparkle in the light, making her heart flutter unexpectedly. What a cute guy... Lyra felt a jolt in her chest as she hurriedly smiled back at him, preparing to slip past on her way upstairs. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the arm. His strong hands held her delicate arm tightly, and she couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, but it felt like his fingers brushed against her skin slightly. “Are you looking for Master Langdon?” His voice was cool, in stark contrast to his sunny smile. Lyra nodded, and he continued, “Master Langdon isn’t in his office right now. He's in the indoor gym. If you wanted to show him your artwork, I can walk you there; I’m heading that way anyway.” She had no reason to doubt him; they were in the same class. Even if they hadn't interacted much, she’d heard plenty about him from classmates and the campus gossip. “Sure,” she replied, nodding. His smile widened, revealing more of those captivating canines. They walked side by side through the academy grounds, with Lyra noticeably shorter. His height effectively cast her in shadow, offering a break from the relentless sun. Thank goodness for that. “I’m Sebastian Blackwood. I hope you recognize me,” he introduced himself. Lyra nodded again. “I've heard of you.” Her response was curt and distant, signaling that she didn't wish to delve into small talk. His eyes narrowed slightly, the cheerful facade replaced with an intense gaze as if he were a hunter sizing up his prey. “Lyra Everwood,” he stated, her name rolling off his tongue with a hint of chill. Lyra realized she had yet to respond. Before she could form another word, he smiled again, “So, you are that Lyra.” She stiffly nodded in reply. She didn’t bother to question how he knew her name. The oppressive heat had put her in a particularly foul mood. Arriving at the indoor gym, she found it surprisingly empty. “Master Langdon is in the Armory setting up. Today’s his duty,” Sebastian informed her. Nodding, Lyra made her way toward the narrow entrance of the Armory, with Sebastian trailing closely behind her at a relaxed pace. Inside, the Armory was deserted, and Lyra turned back in surprise. Before she could voice her confusion, she heard a loud “bang” as Sebastian slammed the door shut behind them. Only faint light streamed through the high windows, illuminating his face. The warmth of his earlier smile was gone, replaced by an unreadable expression, his eyes filled with an unspoken fire. “What are you doing?” Lyra asked, her heart racing. She instinctively stepped back toward the door. Before she could reach it, Sebastian seized her arm and yanked her forward with surprising force, making her stumble. Her sketchpad slipped from her grasp, the drawings inside now potentially in jeopardy.
Chapter 3
Lyra Everwood's eyes were fixed on the painting of the lifelike golden canary. Sebastian Blackwood's lips curled into a smile that held no warmth. "Not bad," he said dismissively, "It's quite beautiful." Sensing trouble, Lyra swallowed hard and attempted to dash out without taking the painting. Sebastian's face twisted in anger at her defiance. He flung the painting to the ground, grabbed her wrist, and threw her down onto the gymnastics mat. "What are you trying to do?" Lyra shouted, clutching her aching arm. A wicked grin spread across Sebastian's pale, marble-like face. "You really want to know?" He sneered. Her eyes widened in terror, her lips trembling. "Are you serious?" His towering shadow loomed over her as he pinned her down, forcibly parting her legs. "Do you think I'm joking?" Fear took hold of her. "No... no, please," Lyra pleaded, struggling against him. "Let me go. I'll scream for help if you don't." "You can try, but no one will come to save you," Sebastian said, his face inching closer to hers, a devilish smile playing on his lips. "Do you have any idea how badly I want you, Lyra Everwood? Your every move, since the start of the school year, has driven me crazy with desire." In her class, Lyra was always the quiet one, buried in her books, hiding her beautiful face. Even in the height of summer, she wore nothing but a short skirt. That glimpse of her legs had deeply captivated him. How could she not realize? And why did she dare to dress so provocatively? Was she trying to seduce other men? No way. She belonged to him. She was his to bind and claim. Seeing the dark determination in Sebastian's eyes, reality set in, and she fought desperately to escape. Rip! Lyra's torso suddenly felt a chill as her white T-shirt was torn away, exposing her lace bra. Her eyes widened in shock and terror. "Get away from me!" she screamed, but her cries only seemed to excite Sebastian. Lost in his obsession, he pressed his large hands against her breasts, feeling them change shape beneath his fingers. But that wasn’t enough. He leaned in to inhale her scent, his tongue tracing her soft skin. So intoxicating. Humiliated and helpless, Lyra began to cry, biting her lower lip hard as she fought him off, only to be overpowered again. "Get off! Get off me!" she sobbed loudly, seeing this boy—admired by many—cross every line of decency. With a grip on her hair, Sebastian forced her head back, the pain of it making her wince. "Behave, and let me have my way," he growled. "Maybe, I'll consider letting you go afterward." In truth, he would never release her. She would be his forever. Lyra was paralyzed by fear as he kneeled over her chest, pulling off his belt and unzipping his pants. The sight of his engorged, menacing member made her shut her eyes tight, tears escaping. Disgust overwhelmed her. Seeing her defiance only enraged Sebastian more. He grabbed her jaw, the pressure threatening to shatter her bones. "I'm giving you two choices: either I dislocate your jaw and you lick anyway, or you do it willingly," he said coldly, his voice devoid of any mercy.
Chapter 4
"It Tastes Better if It's Mine" The pain from her chin grew sharper, and tears streamed from her eyes, the agony becoming unbearable. "I... I'll do it," she surrendered, pleading internally for him to stop squeezing her chin—it hurt so much. Sebastian Blackwood's victorious grin was menacing. With a swift motion, he thrust himself into her mouth. The warmth of her saliva enveloped him, prompting a guttural sigh of pleasure. "That's it, use your tongue. If you bite, I'll dislocate your jaw," he threatened. The long, intrusive object reached the back of her throat, its acrid masculinity making her gag. The thought of it being part of his anatomy where he relieved himself was revolting to her. She desperately wanted to expel it. Sebastian read her mind and, gripping her hair fiercely, pushed himself deeper. His voice was merciless, "Enjoy my cock, lick it good. I knew you physician types are always a bit desperate." He increased his pace, treating her like a toy meant for his gratification. Lyra Everwood clutched his thighs, fighting the urge to vomit. The bitter taste of blood seeped into her mouth as he tore at her oral tissues, too painful for words. Drool dribbled from her lips while she desperately tried to appease him with her tongue, hoping he'd soon pull out. Sebastian closed his eyes in ecstasy as he patted her face, encouraging her. "You’re doing well. With a bit of practice, you'll love it. From now on, you taste only my cock. Understand?" How could he spout such shameless words? She would never love it. She wanted to bite it off. Time lost meaning. Lyra's vision blurred when Sebastian suddenly growled, spilling his foul essence into her mouth. Instinctively, she wanted to spit it out. Sebastian grabbed her cheeks and demanded, "Swallow every drop, or I'll wreck your mouth." Fear won. Despite the nausea, she gulped it down. He laughed, patting her face again, "That's how you do it. Keep it all inside, understand?" She clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face. Her voice cracked, "Can I leave now?" Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, his frosty gaze sending shivers down her spine. He chuckled arrogantly, "That was just the warm-up. Now, it’s time for some real fun." He began stroking himself, and before long, he was hard again, pointing straight at her face. Lyra tried to break free, pushing against his legs, biting her lower lip in despair. "I don’t want this. Please, let me go." She couldn't take it anymore. She'd never been treated so cruelly before. "You don’t get to decide that." Sebastian's hand tightened around her throat, his expression ferocious. "Shut up and let me enjoy this. Say one more word about leaving, and I'll fuck you to death right here." His face twisted with rage, shedding any hint of the charming Small Squire she fleetingly remembered. The terror in Lyra's eyes grew as she struggled to breathe, her grip weakening around his powerful arm.
Chapter 5
"Someone, please save me. I can't stay here any longer. Someone, please save me." Sebastian Blackwood saw the reluctance in her eyes and, with a furious bite of his teeth, reached his large hand between her legs. Despite her struggles, he ripped off her lace panties, his fingers finding the soft, secret place and slipping deep inside without a word. "Stop! No!" Lyra Everwood screamed, her voice cracking. Nobody had ever touched her there before—not even herself. Sebastian didn't care about her discomfort. He rubbed her clit and lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking her nipples noisily. Lyra's face flushed with humiliation. She pushed at his head, but it was useless. Her body's involuntary reaction betrayed her. His fingers kept moving inside her, and she bit down on her lip, refusing to make a sound. Sebastian glanced up, noticing her nipples were now hard. He laughed derisively, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Your nipples are hard, and you're getting wet." "No, I'm not—I'm not a whore," she thought but couldn't speak. Sebastian continued to tease her, his tongue flicking over her nipples, biting them occasionally. Lyra burst into sobs. "Please, please stop... Let me go. I won't tell anyone, I swear. Just let me go," she begged. Sebastian's fingers moved deeper inside her. "You're not in charge here. Just be a good girl and take it. You'll love this soon enough, and then you'll beg me to fuck you every day." Seeing there was enough moisture now, Sebastian released her neck, rubbing his wet fingers across her tear-streaked face. With a cruel smirk, he prepared to enter her. But in a desperate bid for freedom, Lyra scrambled to her feet and tried to run. She couldn't lose her virginity this way. She just couldn't. Sebastian's face twisted in anger. He grabbed her thigh and pulled her back, positioning himself quickly before thrusting inside. Lyra felt a searing pain. "Ah!" she cried out. Breaking through her barrier gave him a rush of pleasure, and he couldn't help but groan. The newly-deflowered Lyra thrashed beneath him, trying to escape. Her resistance only annoyed him. "Smack!" His palm came down hard on her soft behind, a red mark appearing almost instantly. Lyra cried out, bracing herself with her elbows. "It hurts... Please, it hurts." "Smack!" Another blow, and she instinctively tightened around him. Sebastian groaned, overwhelmed with pleasure. "You slut. Even when you're getting hit, it feels good, huh? Born to be fucked, aren't you?" "No, no, I'm not... Please, stop. It hurts," Lyra sobbed, snot and tears streaming down her face. He held her thigh in an iron grip, pounding into her. The blood provided some lubrication, making his movements easier. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the confined space of the sports shed. Lyra cried uncontrollably. Her body's natural response was confusing and horrifying. Sebastian pulled her hair, forcing her head back, positioning her like an old man in a wheelbarrow and driving into her relentlessly. She was his now. Only his. No one could take her away. She was only for him. He would make her cry out for him to fuck her, just his name or even "daddy," begging for it every day.
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