My back slid further up the door as he pinned me to it.

I sobbed as I felt him part my crevice and stuff me full again.

"Say, please Lucien." He growled. Already plowing into me. Making my ass thud against the door with the force of his taking.

"Please, Lucien!" I somehow hoped it would have the desired effect and he'd just let me down, but he didn't.

He groaned. Dropping his head into the crook of my shoulder and holding my waist as he did short fierce strokes. Hammering my core with his hard length.

"Stop please!" I begged. "Aren't you tired?"

"I don't get tired, Sweetheart." His mouth twisted in that cruel way and when he lifted his head, I saw his brown eyes glinted nearly gold. "You see, Love. You've been taken captive by an immortal. I never sleep. I don't need rest. And I can do this," He slammed into me ferociously straining my womb as he pressed through the next opening. "all day. And all night."

"Nooooo!" I cried out.

"You'll get used to it."

***

Two hours later I was certain he was wrong. My entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

I was on my knees and my wrists were tied together. My weight braced uncomfortably on my fists.

My hair was gripped in his fist. Wound around his hand and my head pulled back.

His other hand glided down my damp back. Smoothing the curves until he reached my ass. Already shaking from his hard thrusts into the cushion of my body.

"Fuck you feel good, Plaything."

His excitement was mounting. I knew because he was already getting harder.

He dropped down along my back. Bracing one arm outside mine. The other still yanking my head back as he delved into me. Stroke after stroke. In and out.

No amount of begging or hoping it would end had stopped him.

He was grunting fiercely as his pleasure mounted. Positioned like this I could feel his muscled thighs flexing against the soft backs of mine. He was curling his hips up. Stroking me deeper along the inside of my spine.

I gasped. Whole body swaying as I strained to take him.

"Say you're my little whore." He growled.

I wanted to spit on his face but knew he'd only punish me harder, inside me.

"Fuck you." I said, mustering what little fight I had left. I was exhausted. My whole body ached from head to toe.

"No, no, pretty little liar. Fuck you." He tugged my hair, craning my head further back. "Deeper." He pounded hard. Straining to get further inside me.

He straightened. Releasing my hair, he palmed between my shoulder blades to force my head down into the bedding. "Face down, ass up, Plaything."

I could hear the eagerness in his voice.

"Are you nearly done!" I demanded.

"Not even close. We've a whole voyage yet, to break you in."

He slowly withdrew in this new position and my gut sunk as I realized how sensitive everything was from this angle.

He plowed into me ruthlessly.

I cried out and tightened around him.

"Yes, that feels amazing. Do that." He flexed his abdomen as he writhed into me. Pointed straight down it drove his cock deeper than anything had before.

For a time, I wondered if he was going to kill me.

Every fierce stroke made me cry out.

"Say it now." He commanded.

"No." I murmured.

And the brutality behind my belly had my body shaking. Breasts sliding along the blanket under me with the force of each long stroke.

"Now."

"I'm your little whore." I whimpered.

"Good girl." He caught his fist in my hair again and pulled me back up onto my fists. Easing the strain against my cervix as he slowed his strokes. Rolling his hips to touch each of my walls.

He purred in pleasure. "Just like that. Now doesn't it feel better to obey me?"