Out of the Bag, Out of the Hat

DISCLAIMER – Please do not skip this! (=^ェ^=)

Please be aware that this story is in the Non-consensual/Reluctant category. This story includes scenes of graphic non-consensual sex that some readers may find unsettling. The last thing I want is to upset a reader or trigger a trauma with my content. I do not condone rape in any form. This is merely a fantasy of mine. I want to make sure every reader feels safe. This is my first story so all criticism is appreciated but please be nice.

Thanks to my amazing editor majicman21 for assistance with this story. (✿ꈍ◡ꈍ)

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The morning sun shone uninvited through the thin curtains, teasing Kedi’s eyes. She grunted a few unintelligible complaints before burying her face into her pillow, her eyes scrunched, still half asleep.

I have to replace these useless curtains, Kedi considered, a thought reoccurring every morning even though she knew she would never actually follow up on it.

Her back was sore from the old mattress springs digging into her. Her only comfort was the delightful coolness coming from her satin pillowcase. She pressed a smile into the pillow, appreciative of the luxurious fabric against her skin, and stretched her aching back. The satin pillowcase was a luxury Kedi allowed herself to have to keep her hair silky and healthy.

Soft, dark golden-brown hair that turned to a delicious caramel colour in the sun ended just above her lower back. The silky ringlets curling perfectly around her pinky finger, combined with her fair skin and long, dark eyelashes complimenting her big brown eyes, created an image no less than a porcelain doll.

Kedi tried to find cheap remedies for her problems as she could not afford to buy new curtains or a mattress. At least, not for now. She wanted to hold on another two months hoping to find a job by then. Job hunting after recently graduating with her master’s had not been the easiest. Especially when every ‘start’ position required at least two years of experience, comical but frustrating at the same time.

The flimsy eye mask that betrayed her every morning was always either on the floor or around her neck by the time she was woken up by the unforgiving sunlight. Stabbing back pain was always nagging at her by the time she stood up to do her morning yoga. She would have felt like one of the fancy girls who all seemed to ‘love’ yoga for some reason if it were not for her intentions.

Kedi let out a big huff as she reluctantly got on all fours. Chest bulging out slightly, she inhaled deeply with her head facing the wall and dropped her lower back slowly until it formed a deep curve, her plump ass cheeks pushed high up suggestively. The pose always felt naughty, and she suddenly wondered how she looked from behind. Kedi blushed shyly and shook her head, trying to ignore her thoughts while grinning at the absurd idea of posing like this for someone.

I would never do such a thing. This is for health reasons.

She felt like a stranger to herself sometimes. She would say or do things completely out of character only to realize it after the fact. It was as if she were a different person in those moments. Although, this happened very rarely.

She breathed out slowly as she directed her head to her pelvis and lifted her back up to its limits. Instantly relieved of some of the pain, she started repeating the pose. The pose promising to fix any kind of back pain and bedsore was called a Cat stretch.

How ironic, she thought as she rolled her eyes before her thoughts wandered off again.

Kedi’s mom had named her in one of her many phases of finding a new hobby. At the time she was taking a Turkish language course. A cool twist on ‘Katy’ her mom explained proudly when asked how she had thought of the name. ‘Kedi’, meaning ‘cat’ and originally said without a diphthong, became something between ‘kitty’ and ‘Katy’ combined with her mother’s English accent.

Despite her mother’s best intentions of an original name, Kedi had not liked her name when she was younger as she used to get teased with, well… the obvious. Kids would call to her as they would a cat, meow at her, and scratch her arm with their nails. She got used to the tasteless jokes by the time she grew up and was using the name Katy in professional settings or when she did not feel like correcting people’s pronunciation. The one thing that did not change was everyone urging her to be a cat for Halloween. As if they did not have enough material to tease her with.

Yeah… No way José!

After about twenty times repeating the Cat stretch, she got up to get ready for the day. Another thing that never changed was her love for dresses. Kedi liked wearing dresses as they did not immobilize her like those torturous jeans. And besides, they were pretty. Pants were immensely uncomfortable, and she honestly did not understand why anyone would even want to wear them. Some people called her ‘too feminine’ for wearing dresses all the time.

Whatever that means. Must suck to be bothered by pretty dresses, she thought unbothered, giggling as she rolled her eyes.

The dress code for the job fair was casual; a ‘new experimental approach’ the flier had stated. She opted for a white dress that fit her curves enough to show her great figure but not reveal too much. The flowy dress wrapped modestly around her large breasts and tiny waist before draping over her voluptuous hips, ending just above her knees. The only downside was she could not wear a bra because it showed through the thin fabric. It was admittedly a bit too risky for the occasion, but she had forgotten about laundry day and was out of most of her clothes. Luckily for her, her nipples were small and would not visibly protrude unless it was cold. It would have to do.

She picked a white ribbon and put her hair half up to get it out of her face. She studied herself in the mirror. Despite her womanly curves, she looked way younger than her years due to her small height. Not what she was going for today, or ever. Something was missing. She snapped her fingers as she thought of the perfect solution, pairing the dress with pearl earrings and high heels to make the outfit look somewhat professional. Smiling proudly, she gave herself an approving nod in the mirror.

Perfectly prim and proper.

Still blushing, she wiped the smile off her face before composing herself, suddenly feeling embarrassed thinking about her naughty mind from earlier. It was anything else but ‘prim and proper’. She headed out to arrive a little earlier than usual, hoping it would not be too crowded at the fair before she got there so she could take her time looking around.

The event was already packed with people roaming around the stalls when Kedi arrived. She had not been the only one thinking it would bring more opportunity. Towards the end of the fair, she had spoken to several people who were rather uninterested in a graduate. She was about to go home disappointed when she saw someone walking towards her, the chic tweed brown suit making him stand out from the crowd. The dashing, handsome man held her gaze as he approached her with a smile and stuck out his hand. Kedi lowered her eyes as he was closer than she was comfortable with.

“Hello, you must be Kedi,” he said confidently.

His voice was deep, soothing like a lullaby as he spoke. He was tall, his shoulders broad, and even with Kedi’s heels, he towered a whole foot over her petite figure. He clearly liked working out, his muscles apparent even in his suit. There was something about him that she could sense but not explain. She had never experienced something like this before, something compelling. Oddly enough, she could not make out whether she was smelling it or feeling it. She stood there, staring at his hand, goosebumps rising on her skin, almost frozen before he spoke again.

“Excuse my manners, Miss Kedi. I’m Macan, Macan Steel, the organizer of the event. I’d like a chat with you.”

He pushed his hand out further, firm and big. Kedi could feel his eyes drilling into her.

Be calm and make eye contact. Be professional above all, she reminded herself.

She took his hand and looked up to meet his eyes. Enchanting olive-green eyes with a golden ring swirling around the outline stared back at her as she got lost in them. She shook her head lightly to get out of the trance and squeezed his hand back firmly as she lowered her eyes, realizing she was bluntly staring instead of making eye contact.

“Hello Mr Steel, I’m Kedi Lapin. A pleasure to meet you,” she introduced herself, calm but still in awe, her cheeks a bit flushed from embarrassment.

She did not understand why she was behaving this way. There really was a strangeness about him but this was not the time for her to be intimidated by some guy. She needed a job. She needed to impress whoever was in front of her. And by the look of his suit, way too luxurious and expensive for this ‘casual’ event, she could tell he was someone important.

Come on Kedi, I will buy the most expensive mattress on the planet if we can pull this off, she talked to herself in her mind as if to calm down a friend.

“A pleasure indeed. I noticed you have been getting ignored by the staff at the stalls since your arrival. I wanted to apologize to you personally over some tea.”

“You’ve been watching me?” Kedi blurted out with a slightly raised eyebrow before realizing what she had said.

She suddenly wished the floor would split in two and swallow her right now. Her cheeks grew hot. Macan chuckled, most likely at the sight of the panicking red tomato before him.

Dang it…

“I… I mean-” she tried to redeem herself.

“Why of course! I care for all my clients and workers. It’s my responsibility Miss Lapin, I am the organizer after all.”

“Right…” Kedi nodded quietly, staring at the ground.

It’s best I keep quiet before I ruin what’s left of my integrity… if there’s any left.

“Come with me,” Macan said, turning around and walking off before she could say anything.

She followed him without thinking, walking faster than normal, with small jumps here and there to match his pace. He led her into a room with a big desk, one modest-sized coffee table and two leather chairs on its opposite sides. The room was covered in beige, greys, and blacks, decorated with hints of rich green, the combination giving it a calming but sophisticated look.

“Sit,” he offered, well… ordered, gesturing to the leather chair.

Macan watched her as she walked in and sat down timidly. Looking around, lost in the amazing design and colours of his office, she did not even notice him sitting down across from her until someone came in and put a tray on the table.

“Anything else, Mr Steel?”

“Thank you, Zeke,” Macan dismissed his assistant, snapping Kedi instantly out of her distraction with his deep voice, his eyes still studying her.

“Tea, Miss Lapin?” he offered, not an order this time.

“Kedi, just Kedi is fine.”

She smiled, trying to look composed and professional as he handed her a cup, the trembling of the cup on its plate when she took it exposing her nervousness. The teacup was only half full and she looked up puzzled, wondering why.

Oh!

There was a small pitcher filled with steaming milk on the tray next to the teapot. She tilted her head to the side unconsciously, surprised to see it. She picked up the beautifully decorated porcelain full of hot cream and poured a hefty amount into her tea before looking up. Macan was leaning backwards with his arms crossed, watching her closely with a barely noticeable smirk.

“A friend from England introduced me to milk in tea a long time ago,” Kedi explained. “I hadn’t met anyone else who likes it too before.”

Although come to think of it, he doesn’t sound English… He’s probably a rare one like me.

She shrugged at the pleasant coincidence and offered him the pitcher.

“Thank you Kedi, I don’t drink milk,” he declined politely.

Kedi was visibly confused. She stilled briefly, wondering why there was milk in the first place if he did not drink it himself. Milk in tea was not a common thing here and it could definitely not be for her unless he was some kind of psychic.

Macan watched her every reaction and movement closely, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, and gestured for her to drink.

“Please, enjoy yourself while I explain why I brought you here. I’ve been looking for y- I mean for someone with your talents for a fit position.” He chuckled, clearing his throat, revealing what seemed to be minor regret, perhaps for the choice of wording.

Kedi was too excited to pay much attention to the minor slip, eager to hear about a job offer she had been waiting for. Anything would do at this point. She felt herself relaxing despite the nerves as she sipped on her tea. She leaned back, now able to take in the man before her, studying his face and strong features as he paused for a second to recollect his thoughts.

His naturally tanned skin and dark eyebrows made his eyes stand out even more. Plump, soft, peachy lips perfectly complemented his sharp and strong jawline. Wavy, medium-length copper-brown hair fell around his face with just the right amount of volume. Although definitely older than her, he looked too young to be in a position so high up.

Kedi realized then that he had been talking to her but she was not able to make out what he was saying, except for a few words about her CV and the position he was offering. She watched his lips move but weirdly, no sound came from them. This was not the time to be out of it. She tried to focus on what he was saying, shaking her head to wake herself.

“How do you feel, Kedi?”

The muffled voice seemed to come from afar. She opened her mouth to answer but could not find her voice. She managed to let out a single, struggling sound, frustrated at her body for not cooperating. Macan stood and kneeled before her, taking the cup from her hands to put it down on the table safely.

“There, it’s okay.”

He smiled sweetly at her, putting his finger under her chin, and rotating her head ever so slightly to examine her eyes for responsiveness. Her head was spinning uncontrollably. She noticed a glimpse of darkness in his eyes before she closed hers and let her heavy head fall backward, into a deep sleep.

—

Macan continued his façade until the very last moment she passed out. He had finally caught her after looking for several months. A rumour had circulated that she had been spotted on Earth, the other side of Threa. Her memories of the horrific crimes and agony she had caused had supposedly been erased. He had taken his chances searching for her and now he had found her. The Ond Molai, she was called. He was certain it was her. Her eyes had dilated when she had caught his scent. Only his kind did that. She fit the description perfectly too. He paced around the room, thinking.

This is big. Does she really not know of herself? Is that even possible?

Zeke came back into the room then. Macan’s comrade had been worried about the mission. Macan did not blame Zeke; she was dangerous. Although, it was a treat to see his lanky friend act like Kedi was a big spider. Zeke glanced at Kedi, then to Macan and back at Kedi. His eyes were big, mouth open, ready to speak but silent, his body tense, nerves obvious even in his body language.

“Did you…?”

“Yes, we have her now,” Macan said confidently.

“Wasn’t she supposed to be clever?” Zeke asked nervously. “We caught her too easily.”

“It doesn’t matter. I have plenty of time to investigate.”

Zeke nodded and left the room for preparation. Macan picked up Kedi’s limp body. She was going to be easy to handle; light and smaller than he had expected, not much strength that he could tell. But he had to be wary. She was dreaded for a reason. He opened the backdoor and walked towards the ship.

***

Kedi woke up, eyes still closed from what felt like a week-long coma, but it was not from sunlight or old mattress springs poking her. It felt like she was floating sideways on a cloud. She had never been this rested before. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times to make sure they were open as she could see nothing but darkness. She was surrounded by a sweet, calming scent. Still faint, she tried to stretch her body like she always did after a long nap but could not. A slight panic set in as she tried her best to move her arms and legs without success.

Why can’t I move?!

She suddenly remembered passing out in Macan’s office. Her eyes widened and she looked around her quickly, hoping to understand what was happening, only seeing complete darkness again, unwelcome rather than calming this time.

Her stomach dropped as she realized her hands and feet were tied together at the front. A thin cloth was around her mouth, stopping her from closing it. Panicked, she started breathing heavier, her heart racing as she tried to loosen the tight grip on her wrists. No matter how hard she tried, she could not even part her elbows. The harder she struggled, the weaker and dizzier she felt. She stilled for a second to catch her breath. Her head was beginning to spin again. As her consciousness slipped away slightly, the adrenaline and fear grew larger. The eerie darkness was becoming scarier the longer she was unable to see anything.

Kedi’s eyes filled with tears, lips trembling and heart still racing, but she did not cry. Wherever she was, she had to get away, and she had to get away now. Kedi thought fast and bit the rope that was digging into her wrists, pulling on it with her teeth, shaking her head left and right frantically, hoping to loosen it that way.

“Shh… Calm down, little one.” The deep, raspy voice came from right behind her ear, making her jump slightly.

Now aware of his presence, Kedi realized a man had been hugging her from behind all this time. The arm draped lazily around her waist tightened and pulled her closer to his chest. She began shaking, becoming squeamish as her body suddenly turned cold.

What is happening? Where am I?! Who’s holding me?!

She was desperate to know but afraid of the answers. All she knew was that she had to get away. She pushed herself against his chest and managed to wiggle forward an inch or two before the deep voice spoke again.

“Stay still for me now. I won’t ask you nicely a third time,” the man said with a deep growl, pulling her back to his big chest.

The change of his tone gave Kedi goosebumps all over her body as she froze at the anger in his voice. Not wanting to further provoke him, she laid still, the only movement coming from her now more apparent shaking against his body. It was still pitch dark and all she could hear was the man’s breathing combined with her own rapid heartbeat. Almost as a reward for listening, he started lightly caressing her hair.

A few unbearable minutes passed while she laid in his warm arms, still shaken but slightly more relaxed until she felt something hard against the back of her thigh. She was too scared to give it much attention and so she waited. Every passing second was like torture. Suddenly she felt it grow bigger, realizing it was him, not an object. As soon as she understood what it was, she tried to get away frantically without thinking. Although her mouth was blocked, her screams for help were audible.

“That’s it!” the man snapped.

He grabbed the back of her hair and turned her around to her right side so she could face him. Although not harsh, the pulling of her hair made her tear up. She squealed and fought back before she felt herself going limp, her arms pushing against him becoming weak. She felt the energy drain from her limbs. His tight grip made her tense but weirdly relaxed at the same time, completely unable to move, almost paralyzed. It was terrifying.

“You’re going to make this hard, aren’t you?” he asked, amused.

Suddenly the lights turned on to reveal the face behind the intimidating, deep voice. Too bright after the complete darkness, she scrunched her eyes at the stinging light, the small pools of tears falling down her cheek before she could see anything. It took a few seconds before she could adjust to the light as she slowly opened her eyes.

Olive-green eyes stared back at her, copper-brown hair falling freely…

It’s him! It’s Macan!

—

Macan had woken up at Kedi struggling against her bonds. She was so small and vulnerable in his arms. He had watched her adorable efforts before he had decided it was enough. He had given her a first warning and then a second. He knew she was scared but it was best for her to understand the situation. Although, her instinctive behaviour did make him grin. The third warning was one too many and he had grabbed the hair just above the back of her neck to set her still, scruffing her. As her body loosened up, he could see the fear in her big eyes grow at the realization of who he was.

She was beautiful, as beautiful as a scared little kitten could be. He licked his lips and tried hard not to devour her right now.

The bouncy spirals of her hair in his fist were distorted, feeling as soft as a pillow. Big, reddened eyes, looking frantic, glistened with tears. They were mesmerizing, round and upturned. A little stream of tears shone on flushed rosy cheeks. Her face was delicate and so small it could fit in one hand. She looked innocent. Too innocent. Shaking and shivering right before him, oblivious to everything.

Even still, I should not be soft on her. She deserves this after what she’s done. She’s pure evil. I can’t hesitate or allow this supposed innocence to get to me.

He pressed himself against her thigh once again, this time watching her reaction. She jumped, letting out a small squeaky sound, barely able to squirm. Her tense body and the rapidly changing pupils in her big eyes were evidence of her fear as Macan boiled with lust.

He noticed questions rising in her head behind the fear in her eyes. Although he had answers to all her questions, they would be answered in time as there were even some she could not comprehend yet. He leaned in closer to meet her eyes, not making sudden movements as she was intimidated enough to listen to him.

“Will you be quiet if I remove this?” he asked, tugging lightly on the cloth stopping her from making any sound.

He eased his grip on her hair so she could react, staring deeply at her. Kedi nodded slowly, promising to be still. Her breathing calmed down, a layer of curiosity washing over her terrified face now. He loosened the cloth and let it fall on her neck as promised, waiting for her reaction as he studied her expression.

—

Kedi laid still, staring back at him, only jumping slightly when he started caressing her hair again with his other hand. She did not move. Not that she had much choice anyway while his other hand consistently pulled lightly on her hair, holding her head in place and somehow draining the power she had over her limbs. Her body felt heavy, powerless under his grip.

“There you go,” he crooned approvingly. “As long as you’re quiet when I tell you to be, I won’t hurt you.”

His expression was calm even though his tone and deep voice shook her to her core, an arrogant smirk on his face. Once again, she obeyed, completely still while she continued studying his annoyingly handsome face, searching for reasons for his behaviour. He did not look angry in the slightest bit. His weird tenderness gave her faint courage.

“Good Kedi. You may have three questions,” he allowed, brushing her hair lovingly.

Thank you very much, Mr Genie. Oh, how generous you are, she thought sarcastically to herself, mocking him in her head to regain some mental power with her newly gained courage. Although her situation was grim, she tried to stay strong. As the fear faded slightly, it was replaced with annoyance.

“Where am I?” Kedi demanded, still looking into his enchanting eyes.

“You’re not in your little world anymore, this is Threa. We’re in a place called Manu, a hidden place in the reign of Xoolaha.” He spoke slowly so she could understand.

What’s next? We’re on Mars?

Kedi wanted to roll her eyes but did not dare to do so. He was making up fairy tales instead of answering her. The annoyance grew larger and Kedi boiled with anger. She promised herself that he would pay for this once she found a way out of here. People would be looking for her. But for now, she knew she had no other choice than to play along.

She lowered her gaze to escape his eyes drilling into her as they became too uncomfortable, making her afraid he could somehow read her mind.

“Why did you… take me here?” she asked her second question carefully.

“You look up at me when you speak, okay sweetie?” he warned her as he stopped caressing her hair, his voice firm.

Fear rose up inside her again. She looked back up quickly and nodded, not speaking more than she was allowed to not anger him. She saw his frown change into a smile, almost mocking her. Much to her irritation, he began petting her again. He was enjoying her fear, toying with her even. The sick bastard!

Who does he think he is, treating me like an animal! Kedi screamed in her head.

—

Macan noticed the disgust on her face. Unlike her weak, shivering body, her thoughts were fighting against the fear and belittlement he made her feel. Her reactions were too adorable to ignore and although he could name a few things he would rather do to her, he wanted to play with her a bit more. There were a few things to be assessed anyways.

“Because you shouldn’t have been on the other side in the first place. You belong here and well, now, to me,” he said proudly, pressing a sinisterly sweet kiss on her forehead and studying her reaction.

His kiss caught her by surprise, the weird sweetness confusing and stumping her. Gone was the strong defiant girl. She tried to think of something that made sense, anything that made sense, but was unable to. Clearly too disoriented by his actions, she did not even think about what his answer meant. She seemed very responsive to him.

Almost immediately, he raised his hand to her neck, finding the base of her skull. With two strong fingers, he drew a gentle and slow path down her spine, all the way to the end. He circled around her tailbone to confirm something quickly before she could react and trailed back up her spine slowly but firmly, brushing along every vertebra through the thin fabric on her soft skin before stilling at her upper back.

—

Kedi closed her eyes, melting in his arms and lifting her head up slightly as she took in the new intense feeling, tingles down and up her spine. She squirmed as the weirdly pleasurable jolts danced around every bone. She sighed, letting out a low rumbling hum and felt a slight buzz, almost as if it came from within her.

“Mmm, that feels good, doesn’t it?” Macan remarked, observing her reaction.

She nodded in agreement, eyes still closed, overwhelmed by the sensation giving her goosebumps. It felt heavenly. It was nothing like she had felt before. She wanted to feel it again and arched her back against his hand, longing for more.

—

Macan confirmed his speculation. She was an Ailouran. He could already tell by the looks of her but their kind had always been canny. He laughed, pleased at the unconscious reaction she made, the sound of his laughter slapping her back to reality as she opened her eyes wide.

A deep red blushed on her cheeks as she blinked awkwardly, confused about how his touch, eyes and even voice kept her out of control of herself, numbed whenever he pleased. Her anger and even her fear had disappeared from her eyes. Her skin flushed hot as she unconsciously tried to escape his gaze, but only immediately and obediently met his eyes again.

“What will you do to me?” she asked softly.

Macan stopped playing with her hair and placed his hand on her shoulder, holding it firmly for a second before he travelled further down to feel her body. He grazed the side of her breast below her shoulder drawn forward from the ties, enjoying the little rollercoaster that slid down her thin waist and up her round hip, forming a slinky wave. His eyes glistened playfully as he bit his lower lip, ogling her trembling body underneath the tiny white dress. He slid his hand down her hip and squeezed a plump cheek firmly. The Ailouran made an uncomfortable face, now wide awake, her eyes following him frantically.

Poor little kitten.

Her softness awakened Macan’s lust. He closed his eyes and growled, taking a deep breath to drink in her sweet scent. His pupils grew until his eyes were almost completely black, only a thin circle of green around them, looking so hungry. Struck with bewilderment, Kedi got stuck in his eyes, her lips slightly gaped. His incredibly strong hold hurt but the only thing she could do was squirm under his inescapable grip. A devilish smirk formed on his face, giving her chills from head to toe.

Macan finally let go of her hair. He moved quickly, impatiently untying her ankles with one hand and put one leg in between hers to keep them open. Locking eyes with her again, he hungrily pulled the skirt of her dress up a little. His hand travelled up and caressed her inner thighs softly before he stilled just shy of her inner folds, not touching her yet. Kedi tried to move away from his hand, her heart beating faster and faster as his presence became more intrusive with every second. Macan sensed her tenseness and started slowly stroking her lips over her panties, grazing the delicate softness of her sex.

“W-what are you do-doing?” she gasped, eyes growing wide.

“I’m answering your question.”

Macan pushed her panties aside with his thumb and moved up to find her little nub. The surface of her skin was burning, deliciously warm. He began stroking her lightly, pressing in a little. She made a small jump, but he paid no attention. The only thing he could think about was moving inside her as he mimicked soft thrusts with his finger. His hardness ached in his pants, and he imagined the cosy warmth of her sex around him as he moved up and down her clit slowly.

—

Kedi held her breath at the uneasy, raw feeling where his fingers were toying with her. Her heart beat like it would burst from her chest. She felt herself grow warm, embarrassed by him touching her there. She wanted to scream for him to stop. But she soon realized the small jolts forming from that touch actually felt good as they grew larger, her breathing deepening slightly. It felt so different from the tingles on her back. The panic raised back up however, when she suddenly came to her senses, remembering the situation she was in; kidnapped and in bed with a stranger.

I can’t play along anymore… I need to get away!

“Please… let me go!” she pleaded, whispering, struggling to speak in between breaths.

“Shh… Be quiet now. No need to protest, little bun. Don’t make this harder on yourself. You’re mine now.”

“I don’t want this. P-please I’m begging you.”

“Are you sure you don’t want this? To me, it looks like you do.”

“Yes, I swear!”

He pressed harder on her clit, stroking her gently but insistently. Kedi squirmed at the feeling as an instant wave of pleasure washed over her. She closed her eyes, long and deep breaths leaving her parted lips. She had expected it to hurt but to her surprise, she instead felt an uncomfortable pleasure. Sharp, invasive tingles combined with the raw feeling of his rough touch.

Despite her desperate hopes to escape the raw feeling, she could not fight it. Not only was she being touched against her will by a stranger, but she felt pleasure from it all too. She pushed her head back against his hand resting behind her head as she took in the sensation that he was forcing on her, frowning at the unwanted sharp pleasure confusing her. She felt frustrated, hating her helplessness, and most of all wanted to get away from him.

—

Wanting to see her undeniably adorable reactions, Macan raised his leg to bring her up to face him. Now at eye-level, he could see the distressed expression on her delicate features, the bright pink cheeks, delicious lips, and harsh eyebrows. The Ailouran opened her eyes, staring pleadingly but not making a sound. She was visibly aroused, and he saw the embarrassment in her eyes as she struggled to stay still, pulling unconsciously at the ropes around her wrists.

What is her deal? Why is she acting so… so helpless and innocent?

Macan freed her hands from her bonds, knowing she would not be able to fight in the weakened state made apparent by her uneven breathing growing louder. He lifted the free arm high up and studied her wrist, frowning at the red rings caused by her tugging. His heart suddenly grew heavier.

It had been fun at first but he had not expected her to be this weak. She was still the same person despite erased memories. But he had to be careful; this all could still be an act. Conflicted by her unexpected behaviour, he decided to block all thoughts, annoyed that she was making this hard on him. With her still in his grip, he put her left hand on his big chest so he could get to her breast, the arm tucked under her now tight against her chest. He pulled her hand away from her chest and she yielded.

“Hold on to me,” he ordered firmly, his hand searching for her already stiff nipples through the thin fabric.

He stroked her hardening nipples up and down while his other hand began making slow circles on her clit, teasing her. He could feel her pleasure building up as she writhed against him, the air filling with the scent of her wet sex. He dipped his finger in between her lips, covering it with her juices and returned to her clit. Kedi started shivering at the incredible feeling and held on tight, pulling at his shirt and crumpling it in her small fist. Her sighs gradually turned into whimpers as he moved more rapidly.

“See, not so bad,” he murmured into her ear.

She furrowed her brows at the intense pressure building up, small, high-pitched moans of pleasure escaping her lips along with short, heavy breaths. Unexpectedly, Macan lightly pinched her clit and she cried out loudly as a strong jolt shot through her. Her tiny body jerked mindlessly towards and away from him, his raised leg holding her firmly in place. But she did not get to finish yet. He watched and listened to her struggles as he teased her with his fingers.

The sight made him smirk. Her hot breath blew unsteadily on him, sounding more and more tormented. Her extreme sensitivity only encouraged him to tease her more. Her moans made his cock rage almost painfully, and he released a deep growl to control himself. He turned her onto her back and got on top of her, one leg on either side of her before he went up on his knees to pull himself free of his t-shirt.

She bucked, startled. His body was big and strong above her, the pleasure disappearing slowly. She stiffened once again as he lowered himself to stare deep into her now frightened eyes.

“You promised you’d be still, kitten,” Macan reminded her.

His sarcastically disappointed tone mocked her, but this time it was intimidating enough to scare her rather than annoy her. He nuzzled his face into her neck, planting gentle kisses and nipping lightly until his lips hit the cloth that was still loosely tied around her neck.

“Didn’t I say I’d be nice to you? You broke your promise,” he murmured, almost whispering.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Really, I promise I’ll be still!” she pleaded, maintaining her innocence.

Macan chucked at her naïve response, blowing his warm breath on her neck.

“Too late now,” he responded with a smirk, his lips still grazing the fabric.

He bit down on the cloth to untie it with his teeth, shaking his head left and right in small but rapid motions. His pulling lifted her head in the air. He put his hand on the back of her neck to support her, threw away the cloth, and kissed her passionately, hungry and eager for her tasty lips. He could not handle his own teasing anymore. He wanted to fuck her sweet little pussy already.

—

Kedi could feel him hardening against her stomach and flinched, trying her best to stay still and quiet as he devoured her lips. He kissed her so hard it almost hurt. She tried to block his tongue, but he was too strong, pushing invasively into her mouth as she tried to catch a breath. Her moans had already faded but she could not control her panting. Barely able to even breathe, she pushed him away, gasping for air. It felt like he was choking her. He finally paused, leaving them both breathless, breathing heavily in each other’s faces.

“Oh, please… please don’t… don’t hurt me,” her voice quivered, panting, small pools of tears forming under her eyes before falling down her cheeks.

“We’ll see about that.”

He grabbed the collar of her dress and tore it down the middle, pulling the fabric apart, ripping the dress so effortlessly and quickly. Kedi held onto it dearly, crossing her arms to hide her bare breasts. The shock almost knocked the air out of her lungs.

“Stop it… please, s-stop!” she cried.

He grabbed her arms in one hand, the manoeuvre made easy in their crossed state, and Kedi shrieked as he lifted her arms up. He pushed them firmly against the bed as he sat down below her thighs to make her back arch, barely putting weight on them before leaning in closer.

“Shh…”

Her perky breasts were fully exposed and pushed up deliciously, jiggling slightly as she struggled against him. A small pool of dusty rose circled her nipples. The hardened little nubs were slightly more reddish than her areola, creating the most alluring sight. It was entirely sexy and Macan could not take his eyes off her perfect breasts.

Feeling shy and self-conscious, Kedi turned her head to hide her face in her arm, cheeks flushed a deep red and the corners of her trembling lips showing uneasiness. Her breaths were short and sharp from exhaustion, chest rising and falling quickly.

—

His piercing eyes travelled up and down slowly, making Kedi quiver. His body was close above her. She felt his warmth, his breath blowing on her skin and his hair falling loosely around those piercing eyes.

Not even comfortable in her own skin, she never looked at herself for long when naked. He had undressed her so easily. She was overwhelmed, almost about to lose her mind at the knowledge that he was staring at her naked body so nonchalantly, studying her breasts after touching them over her clothes. But most of all, she was frustrated to be this weak and helpless, angry at herself for not being able to fight back.

She suddenly felt him grow harder on her lower stomach. She opened her mouth to plead one last time, but he held her chin before she could speak.

—

Macan lifted her chin with one finger, gently turning her face to block her mouth with his soft lips. His fingers trailed teasingly along her throat as he kissed her passionately, then down along her collarbone on its way to her breast. Her creamy skin was soft as silk against his rough hands. He cupped her breast and gave it a little squeeze as she squirmed underneath him, gasping into his mouth. He raised an amused eyebrow, surprised it was too big to fit fully in his hand considering the relative size of their bodies.

Without further teasing, his hand continued to trail gently down her small body, exploring her soft skin with his fingers until he hit her panties. She shook her head, letting out soft cries into his mouth as protest and pushing against his chest. He hooked his finger under the waistband of her panties, kissing her sweetly to comfort her before swiftly sliding them off. He threw the noticeably damp panties out of the way, ignoring her little whimpers muffled by the kiss.