Love From Hell

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The bed creaked as Bakura bucked inside me. I let out a sharp gasp and my brow furrowed in pained pleasure. Why did this have to feel so good? Lying here, in my father’s bed with my hands restrained, attached to the bed posts with my father’s neckties. The idea of having sex in my father’s room, in his bed, was so dirty. I had protested but Bakura would not take no for an answer, like always. He had shoved me into the room and onto the bed. I was completely at his mercy once my hands were restrained and he had torn my button up shirt open. Now, I was writhing beneath him, unable to do anything else but take it. I was so happy that my father wasn’t going to coming home. I think I would have been utterly mortified if he were to see me like this, especially in his bed.

My eyes met with Bakura’s. I watched him pant and moan as he thrust into me, his face was flush and a bead of sweat slid down his face. His hands were all over my body. His fingers danced along my waist and hips but he dragged his nails down my thighs which caused my body to jerk slightly. “A bit of a masochist aren’t we my dear?” He practically purred in my ear. I turned my head away then glanced to him again. “Y-You’re being...gentler with me than usual...” I managed to get out. Bakura wasn’t usually so considerate of my body. Normally, he would dig his nails into my skin so hard that blood was drawn. Not today though. He had been acting strange.

He was up to something.

A playful smirk formed on his lips. “Aah, you’ve noticed...” He panted before thrusting hard into me. I let out a surprised scream and I closed my eyes tightly. “Uhnng...w-why?” I panted. A chuckle erupted from him and he merely shook his head. He winked at me and put his finger to his lips. “Mmm, it’s a secret.” He answered. I didn’t like that. Something was wrong here, very wrong. His pace began to slow and I shook my head, struggling to get free. “Tell me, Bakura!” I yelled in frustration. “What are you doing?!” He suddenly slid out of my body gaining a desperate whine and he left the room. “Bakura!” I yelled after him. “Shut up, I’ll be right back.” He said.

I started struggling against the silken binds and growling as if that would get me free. I heard another laugh coming from the doorway and snapped my head to stare at Bakura. He was leaning against the door frame smugly with his arms crossed over his bare chest. “You’re rather amusing.” He said pushing off the door. I could feel my face heat up. I was blushing. Looking away I scoffed at him. I was upset. Upset that he tied me up in my father’s bed, upset that he stopped in the middle of having sex and just generally upset. “Oh, don’t be like that...” He cooed mockingly sitting on the bed. Bakura reached over and grasped my jaw then forced my face towards his. “I have something for you.”

“Hnn...what is it?” He grinned and took the piece of paper I remembered seeing two days ago on my night stand before falling asleep. I had forgotten all about it. “It’s a letter from dear old dad.” I paused. A letter from my father? He leaned over me and held the paper above my face for me to read. As I read it my all the color drained from my face. He was coming home today! My heart began to race. “W-Why didn’t you give this to me sooner?!” I cried and began struggling again. Bakura gave me a disapproving look and kept me still. “Boy, you better stop struggling.” He warned. When I didn’t listen he grabbed a fist full of my hair and tugged sharply. “Enough!”

I cried out and gazed up at him through my bangs. “Don’t make me punish you and make your father watch.” He growled. “Now, I thought this would be a lovely present for your dad. You had a dream about him last night, do you remember?” He asked leering over me. Once again the color drained from my face. I had dreamed about my father, dreamt about him in ways that children should not dream of their parents in. It had caused me to be sick early in the morning, mostly because I was so upset with myself. Bakura smirked. “Oh good, you do remember. Well,” he began, climbing on the bed again, “I want to see what his reaction is to having his pretty son tied to his bed awaiting his return. What a lovely present don’t you think?”

“No! Bakura, please, anything but this! Don’t do this to me!” I cried the tears sliding down my face. He shook his head and spread my legs. Taking something from his pocket he held it up for me to see. It was a black anal plug. I could feel my stomach churning already. “Please...” I begged. “Please Bakura I’ll do anything you want but don’t do this to me!” He lifted my legs and started pushing in the plug. It went in easily and I let out a cry as he shifted it inside my body. He sat back and looked me over. “Perfect.” My body trembled and I shook my head squeezing my eyes shut. “Please! Please no!”

“Just shut the hell up, Ryou.” He grasped my jaw and bent down to my face. I could smell the cinnamon-like scent of his breath. I froze gazing wide eyed into his dark chocolate eyes. “I want to see what daddy says. I want to see how he reacts to you. You want him don’t you? You’ve wanted him to take you for so long.” He chuckled darkly and licked up my tears. “You are such a nasty little thing. Naughty little boy.” Closing my eyes I let out a choked sob. It was true that I had wanted my father. He wasn’t a bad looking man but the fact remained that he was my father. To want my father was wrong, it was immoral and I always hated myself for it. Bakura just wanted to toy with me. He wanted to destroy my life. He was doing a bloody good job of it too. I hadn’t been to school in weeks and I haven’t eaten much. I lost friends before I even really had them to begin with.

However, now that Bakura was here, I hadn’t really thought about my father. In fact, I almost didn’t care. There was something terribly wrong with me. “He will be arriving soon.” He purred stroking my hair. “B-Bakura... please don’t let him see me like this... please I beg you.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “As much as your begging turns me on, Ryou, I will not untie you. It’s going to be fun and who knows maybe that dad of yours will finally screw you into oblivion, just like you want.”

“No! No I don’t want him! I want you!” My eyes went wide and I bit my lip. Bakura smirked darkly. “You want me instead of him? How touching...” He bent over me once again and kissed my neck. “I know you want me and I’m so glad to hear you say it” He purred, “But you know that isn’t what I want you to admit to.” Bakura kissed me fully sliding his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with my own. I moaned into his mouth and tugged at my restraints. I wanted to touch him. I knew what he wanted me to admit to. I wouldn’t admit it though. I refused to! I was not in love with him. I was not in love with this spirit who was destroying my life. I couldn’t be... I just couldn’t be...

He broke from the kiss and licked his lips. Bakura stood from the bed. “Your daddy is home.” My eyes went wide. “Bakura please, please, I’ll do anything you want me to do if you will please just let me go! I can’t let him see me like this!” I had to try one more time. If my father saw me in such a state he would go completely postal. I watched as a smirk formed on his face and he left the room. He closed the door behind him and I let out a desperate whine.

“Ryou? I’m home!”

I froze before desperately struggling to get free. It was a horrible thing to do considering that plug was lodged inside me. Every movement turned me on more and more. Yet, it also pissed me off greatly. “Ryou?” My eyes went wide and I shook my head furrowing my brow. This was not happening this was not happening; I was in so much trouble right now! Sweat rolled down my face and my eyes started to water. Please Bakura don’t let him see me like this...please... I begged in my mind hoping he would hear me. I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears. It was beating so fast that I thought it might leap out of my chest.

My eyes were as wide as dinner plates as I heard the door start to open. I shook my head and bit back a whimper. BAKURA PLEASE!!

Suddenly, the door stopped and I heard the sound of glass shattering downstairs. “Ryou?” My father’s voice sounded. I listened as his footsteps retreated from the door and thud down the stairs. I released a shaky sob and relaxed my body.

“You’re so pathetic.”

Snapping towards the voice I glared at its owner. “Get me out of these binds right now, Bakura.” He frowned and went to me grabbing my hair again. “I returned out of the goodness of my heart—well no, that’s a lie but I couldn’t take your whining anymore. Do not demand things of me boy!” He released my head roughly and began untying my wrists. Slowly, I sat up. I shifted and moved to remove the anal plug but Bakura grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. “No, you leave that in.” He said then proceeded to put a cock ring on me. He secured it and grinned. “You’re going to stay like this until tonight, do you understand?”

“B-But Bakura...”

“Don’t ‘but Bakura’ me. You will do as I say or I will allow your daddy to come up and see you in his bed, naked and waiting to be fucked. Now, do you understand?” I nodded slowly in response. He stood up and lifted my face, he was upset with me his eyes were narrowed and glaring down at me. “I can’t hear your head nod.” Bakura grit. Biting my lip I gave a half nod before responding with: “Yes, I understand...” He smirked. “Good. Now go get dressed.” He shoved me back and left the room.

I sat for a moment, on my father’s bed, letting out a shaky sigh before getting up and gathering my clothes. Quickly I left and ran into my room. “Ryou?” My father’s voice was nearing the stairs. “Father! I’ll be down in a moment!” I rushed into my room and shut the door panting heavily. I whined softly struggling to find some clothes and not focus on the fact that I had the worst erection and an anal toy up my ass. I pulled on some house pants and a loose shirt. Hopefully my father wouldn’t notice anything.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, when I opened the door my father was standing at my door. “Father, I’m so glad to see you.” I smiled up at him. He smiled and wrapped his arms about me pulling me into a hug. “I have missed you so much, Ryou.” I tried not to tense in his arms. His embrace was so different from Bakura’s. Perhaps that was because this was an actual embrace. Bakura would hold me in a strange sort of possessive way but my father held me liked he loved me. His arms were muscular from digging on sites and he was warm, so very warm. I leaned into his embrace and closed my eyes tightly.

I wish Bakura held me like this.

“I’ve missed you, Father.” I finally responded as I wrapped my arms about his body. He was so warm and smelled just as I had remembered. As he held me I found my thoughts drifting back to Bakura. I furrowed my brow and held to my father. “Are you okay Ryou?” He asked stroking my hair. I shivered slightly and looked up at him, smiling softly. “Yes, I just missed you is all.” My father chuckled and caressed my cheek lightly. “I am glad to hear that.” He said. “How about you come downstairs with me hm?” He took my hand and led me from my bedroom before I even said yes.

As we headed down the stairs I became painfully aware of my plugged hole. I tried to walk as normally as possible but it was the most awkward thing every. I had a horrible erection and walking with a plugged hole was not as comfortable as one might think. My father went to the sofa and sat down on it. “Come sit with me.” He said patting the spot next to him. Nodding, I smiled a bit and went to the sofa sitting beside him. My father wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. My head rest against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat in my ear. Letting out a soft sigh I closed my eyes and let me arms rest in my lap attempting to hide my erection. If my father were to find out…I didn’t want to think about that.

“I’ve missed holding you like this, Ryou.” The tone of his voice was strange to me this time. It was...different. He had a very nostalgic tone, the kind that one has when they’ve returned to a lover and never wants to leave again. I bit my lip. Maybe it was all in my mind. He couldn’t be talking with that tone. Maybe Bakura has clouded my mind. He had taunted me when he first came about how I would dream about my father and moan his name. The teasing was ruthless but now, now I dreamt of Bakura and moaned his name. I squeezed my eyes closed. No! No I was not in love with Bakura! I could not be in love! Nuzzling my father’s chest I smile a rather pained looking smile. Why did this have to happen?

“I missed being held like this.” I finally replied to him. His arms wrap around my frame tighter. I tried not to wince. My body was sore; it was constantly sore from Bakura’s games, lessons, abuse…whatever you want to call it. “...I will make dinner for the two of us tonight.” He seemed happy by this. I looked up at him to see him smiling down at me. “That sounds wonderful. I do have to run up to the university and make certain the artifacts arrived. I just wanted to come see you first.”

I smiled. It was an empty smile but he didn’t know that. “I am glad that you came to see me first as well.” He bent down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I closed my eyes and smiled more. No matter how old I was he always made me feel like I was a little boy again. His rough calloused fingers caressed the smooth skin of my cheek. I leaned into his touch a bit. “You should go if you’re going to check on those artifacts...” I said to him. “Come with me.” He replied. Come with me... I almost wanted to laugh. I wasn’t able to go with him anywhere yet here he was telling me to come with him to the university. Sometimes he made me so frustrated. “You know I can’t, not if I am going to make dinner.” I told him as I shifted out of his embrace.

He made a face at me and pulled me back into his embrace. “How about you come with me and we go out for dinner?” A gasp escaped as I fell back against his chest. I adjusted my legs so he wouldn’t see or feel my erection. This was getting awkward quickly. Coyly, I pushed away from him and smiled. “Now, father, I want to make you a nice home cooked meal. Just go to the university and I will stay home to make dinner. Okay?” A smile slid across his face. He reached out and stroked my cheek lightly. “Okay, Ryou, I’ll be back later then.”

“And I will have dinner ready for you when you return.” I told him. My father kissed my forehead again as he stood up and gathered one of his bags. He said goodbye and left the house. I let out a heavy sigh when the door clicked closed. I lay back on the sofa and covered my face with my hands. “Hnn...” My cock was hard and rubbing against my clothes. I could feel a wet spot forming from the pre-cum that dribbled from the tip.

I let out a sharp gasp as a hand reached into my pants and began stroking my shaft. My eyes flew open and there Bakura stood leaning over the sofa with a mischievous look on his face. “You were thinking about me the entire time you were with your father.” The blood rushed to my cheeks causing them to turn bright red. He laughed as his fingers slid along my cock teasingly. “I should be flattered though. You chose to stay here instead of go with your father. You love me that much hm?” He smirked as he released my erection and came around the sofa, climbing over me. I grit my teeth and looked away. “I don’t love you.” I insisted. “I hate you.” Bakura pulled my pants down and pushed my leg off the sofa. “So you’ve said before.” He stated as he licked his lips as if he were about to devour a delicious meal.

His fingers gripped my jaw and forced my face back to him. “Don’t look away from me.” He commanded. Bakura bent down close his silver hair surrounding our faces like a wintery curtain. My eyes grew the closer he got but then fluttered closed at the electric sensation of his lips on mine. I furrowed my brow, Bakura’s soft kiss becoming fuller, more passionate. A soft noise sounded in my throat as his tongue pried my mouth open and dove inside. “Uhhnn...” I groaned. His tongue tangled with mine before he began sucking at it drawing it into his mouth. I moved my hands to wrap around his neck but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down. I whined and he grinned against my mouth.

Slowly, he broke from the kiss retracting his tongue from my mouth. A thin string of saliva webbed itself to my lips. He smirked down at me and grasped my shirt in his fists then ripped it open. “Bakura!” I cried out in surprise and irritation. “My shirt!” He bent down and bit at my shoulder. “Shut up...” He growled pressing his body against mine. I could feel his hardness against my body and his hot breath against my skin. I whimpered at the bite and bit my lip. His hot tongue licked at the wound making it sting. I shook my head and whined. “N-No...Bakura, I...I have to cook dinner...” He growled again and ground hard into my hips. I arched and cried out his name. Blushing brightly I panted and shook my head again. I wasn’t sure how long my father would be gone but I had to cook... What if he came home while I was with Bakura? What would he say? What would he do?

I was torn from my thoughts abruptly a strong stinging sensation burning into my cheek. Bakura had slapped me and now grabbed my jaw tightly. “Don’t you dare think about that man while you’re with me.” He snarled darkly. I trembled staring up at him. “You are mine and I will not be muzzled out by that father of yours. I come first, got it?” As I looked up at him I could see the anger in his eyes. It caused the deep chocolate orbs to glimmer almost red.

“...I...I got...”

He slid his fingers into my hair and gripped the white strands pulling my head back to expose my throat. He licked at my throat. “Don’t forget you bear my mark, Ryou. You are mine. If I have to I will brand you again to make sure that everyone knows.” The possessiveness in his voice caused my entire body to shudder. I was his, wholly and completely his. I had been branded twice by him already, once behind my ear and the other on my perineum. “I haven’t forgotten, Bakura...” He nipped at my jaw and licked lightly. “You best not.” He warned.

Bakura’s hand left my hair and started down my body. His nails lightly dragged against my chest causing my back to arch. I groaned turning my head away. His heated kisses trailed along my chest over the red marks his nails had left behind. He stopped at my taut nipples and blew lightly over them. He took one between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. My brow scrunched and I brought my hands down to rest on his shoulders. “Bakura...” I moaned. He suddenly bit the sensitive mound of skin. I yelped loudly my body jolting in pain. He started sucking at is slowly but hard while his fingers worked the other, twisting and rolling it in unison with his sucking.

He had me melting in the palm of his hand as he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Bakura grinned into my skin and began rocking his hips against mine. I groaned and arched my hips rocking them with his. I felt horribly dirty, but then I always did when I was with Bakura. He chuckled into my skin listening to my moan and writhe beneath him. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take of his teasing. “Bakura...Bakura...” I chanted desperately, holding to his shoulders. He smirked and looked down at me after releasing my nipple. “What?” I whined and blushed darkly. I needed release badly.

“Speak.” He gripped my jaw forcing me to look at him. “...I need release...” I spoke blushing darker, if that was even possible. My cheeks were on fire. His lips curved into a shark-like smirk. “Is that so?” He purred grinding against my cock hard. I tossed my head back and arched my back and hips. “Uhhnn! Yes!” He chuckled and forced my hips down grinding into them once again before climbing off. “That’s just too bad isn’t it?” My eyes grew wide and I sat up, wincing as the plug poked at my insides a bit painfully. Bakura ran his fingers through his hair as he straightened himself. I grabbed his wrist. “Bakura, why did you stop?!” I cried, panting softly. How could he tease me like that then just stop?!

He pulled his wrist from my grip and looked back at me with a grin. “You have to cook don’t you?” I stared at him and suddenly wanted to hit him. “...Why would you tease me like that?” I asked him. Bakura shrugged and smirked. He turned around to me and brushed his lips against mine. “For fun.” He purred biting at my lip before stepping back. I gasped sharply and pulled away covering my mouth with my hand. He was so cruel yet I loved it. “You should get to cooking. And don’t take the plug out or the ring off, understand?” He said as he started from the room. “Yes...” I answered as I pulled up my pants. When I looked up he had gone. I covered my face with my hands again growling in frustration to myself before heading into the kitchen.

There’s something wrong with me.

Over dinner, my father regaled me with stories of his time in South America. I had made a rather delicious chicken curry on a bed of white rice. It was a little spicy but not too much. I had contemplated making stir fry but I thought curry rice would be more of a hearty welcome home meal for my father. I sat rather uncomfortably in the chair at the dining room table as the plug was still inside me and the ring still securely wrapped around my cock. It was painful but I put on a smile as my father spoke. If this were under normal circumstances, meaning before Bakura entered my life, I would be extremely interested in what he was talking about. Right now however, all I wanted was release. I ate a little but mostly picked at my food. I prayed my father wouldn’t notice.

“Ryou?” I blinked and looked up just as I stuffed some curry rice into my mouth. “Hn?” I replied tilting my head. My dad smiled. “I asked how you are doing in school.” I blinked again. School. I didn’t want to talk about school. It had been days since I’d been back and I was afraid to return. Facing my teachers wasn’t the thing that scared me nor was it the work that I would have to make up, it was facing Yuugi. I know he’ll be looking for me. I’m sure he has been looking for me. I don’t even bother to answer my phone anymore when his number shows up. I don’t want to talk to him.

“Oh, it’s going okay. It is keeping me busy for the most part.” I said after swallowing my food and taking a drink. It was a lie, a bold face lie. There was simply no way I could tell my father that I have not been going to school. He would absolutely freak out. I would have to work my bloody ass off to get back on track. “I am glad that it is going well.” He smiled. “And this food is so delicious. I should have you cook for me more often.” He started laughing softly as he put some more food in his mouth. “See, a nice home cooked meal is better than anything a restaurant could make.” He just laughed and nodded. “Well I’ll be home for a while so perhaps we can have a lot of home cooked meals.”

I was happy to hear that he would be staying home for a while now but it almost broke my heart a little bit. If he was here then what would Bakura do? How would we be able to hide what goes on? It worried me that my father might see or hear something and then I would be in so much trouble. I tried not to think about it so much, it was hard not to though. “What are your plans for tonight father?” I asked. He smiled at me as he finished his food and sipped his drink. “Well, I don’t have any really. I was thinking about going to bed early. It was quite a long flight back.”

I smiled and nodded. “You do look rather tired. You should get some sleep then, father.” I said to him. “I can clean up here, you go on to bed.” He smiled at me and stood up. “Are you sure?” I nodded to him and smiled again. “Of course I am.” He came over and kissed my forehead gently. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night Ryou.” I said my good nights to him as he left. I listened to his footsteps disappear up the stairs and the faint sound of a door close. Looking down into my food I continued to pick at it and eat it little by little. My body was hurting more and more. I couldn’t eat the rest of my food. Setting my chopsticks down, I rubbed the back of my neck and groaned. I stood up and started cleaning up the kitchen. I put away the leftovers and finished cleaning up.

Once I was finished I headed up to my bedroom and went inside quietly. When I flicked on the light I jumped right out of my skin seeing Bakura standing just inches away from me. “B-Bakura...” I gasped. He grinned. “It’s play time...” He said grabbing my wrists and pulling me away from the door. Stumbling after him I made a face of confusion. “P-Play time?” My pants were suddenly around my ankles and he was forcing me to step out of them.

“That’s what I said.” He replied and grinned looking me over. He started unbuttoning the shirt I had put on after Bakura had ripped open my other one. Bakura circled around me sliding his fingers along my body as he went. I shuddered and bit my lip. “B-Bakura...” He ignored me and stood in front of me once again. He smirked took my hands placing them on his shirt. “Undress me.” He instructed. I swallowed but stepped closer and did as he said. My trembling fingers worked the buttons of his black shirt then I slid it off his shoulders once I had finished. It crumpled to the floor and I started to unfasten his pants.

Bakura stood there in unnerving silence with a strange grin on his face. Once his pants pooled around his ankles I bent down to my knees but before I could get there he pulled me back up. “No, not now.” He said. I was surprised by this. He always enjoy so much when I went down on him like this. As I stood I tilted my head curiously. Bakura just grinned and walked to the bed leading me to it. He bent me over it causing me to gasp and proceeded to remove the anal plug. I whined and groaned gripping the sheets tightly.

I felt horribly exposed once the plug was removed. I shuddered and buried my face into the sheets. Bakura leaned over me and brought my head up by my hair. “You’re quite open now.” He purred into my ear. My face turned bright red and I bit at my lip. Bakura stood me straight and I shifted feeling awkward without the toy. I watched as he lay on the bed and grinned at me. “You’re going to be on top.” My eyes went wide but before I could say anything he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on top of him. “Straddle my hips.” He instructed. I did as he was told and shuddered feeling his hands stroke my thighs.

“B-Bakura...we c-can’t do this...the walls are as thin as paper...” I insisted blushing the darkest shade of red my face would allow. If my father were to hear me I would be completely mortified. Bakura simply smirked and continued to caress my thighs occasionally letting his fingers brush against my erection. “Then bite your shirt to keep quiet.” He told me. I whimpered but took a bit of my shirt into my mouth as he lifted my hips and lowered me down onto his erection. “Hnn!” I moaned biting into my shirt and gripping his arms. I heard a moan come from him as he lowered me completely onto his cock.

I panted heavily into my shirt and moved my hands to his chest, pressing my fingers into his skin. He grinned up at me. “What a sight...” He purred and began moving inside me. I moaned biting into my shirt more. I felt like such a slut having sex with Bakura while my father was sleeping just down the hall. I had been waiting all evening for this though. Being with Bakura was the only thing that had been on my mind even while I was eating dinner with my father.

Bakura gripped my hips tightly forcing me to move with his thrusts. I understood what he wanted me to do and began thrusting my hips into his movements. I gasped sharply and arched when I felt his cock brush against my prostate. He smirked and ran his hands over my flushed alabaster skin knowing exactly where my sweet spot was. He brought his hands back down and tightly grasped my hips thrusting hard into that spot. I inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back as my body arched and tensed. It was the most amazing feeling. My cock twitched and my body jerked. Bakura chuckled darkly and removed the cock ring. He knew I was going to blow any minute.

He forced himself up and wrapped his arms around me. Somehow he managed to get to his knees and I was sitting in his lap. I buried my face into his neck and moaned his name over and over. Bakura growled hitting my prostate repeatedly. I thought I was going to die. It would have been one hell of a way to die that was for sure. My entire body was tense and my eyes were rolled back into my head. The pleasure and pain of his pounding was getting to be too much. I dug my nails into his back and held as tightly to him as possible.

“Come my little doll, come for me.” He growled into my ear slamming as hard as he could inside my body. I tossed my head back letting out a silent scream and came, spilling my seed all over our stomachs. Bakura groaned and held me tightly against his body. He gripped my shirt tightly and bit at my shoulder as he, too, came, his seed spurting deep inside. My entire body shook then slumped in his arms. I panted heavily and I rest my head on his shoulder. He shifted to remove himself from me then laid me down on the bed. I stared up at him with glazed half-lidded eyes. Bakura smirked and slid his fingers into my hair. He pulled my head up and kissed me.

“I’m not finished with you...” He whispered against my lips. I groaned and shook my head the best I could in his grip. “B-Bakura...no more...” I pleaded but it fell on deaf ears. That night, Bakura took me again and again. I became painfully aware of the fact that just because my father was home didn’t mean I no longer had obligations to feeding Bakura’s insatiable appetite.

There was no mercy for me, none what-so-ever, but while my mind said no my body screamed for more. Truly, there is something terribly wrong with me.


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At last, the long awaited Chapter Ten has arrived. I am actually in the process of writing the next chapter so I should be done with it soon-ish. I'd tell you something awesome about chapter eleven but then it wouldn't be a totally rad surprise so you'll just have to stay tuned.