Chapter 13: Conquered (18+)

The sterile scent of perfume that once filled Jessica's room, now mingled with something heavier, more intoxicating, a musky aroma that seemed to cling to every surface, every breath. It was his scent, Kraner's scent, and it lingered everywhere like an invisible chain binding her to him. A week had passed since that fateful day when he'd broken her pride, stripped away her dignity, and replaced it with an insatiable craving for his touch.

Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in disarray. Her blue eyes, once sharp and commanding, now held a glazed-over haze as they drifted toward the man leaning casually against the far wall. He stood there, shirtless, his silver hair catching the dim light filtering through the curtains. His body bore faint scars from their encounters, but they only added to the raw magnetism he exuded. She hated him, or at least, some small part of her still did. Yet, hatred was no match for the addiction coursing through her veins.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily, yearning to reach out and feel the warmth of his skin beneath her palms. She clenched them tightly instead, trying to suppress the urge. But it was futile. Every nerve in her body screamed for him, the way his voice sent shivers down her spine, the way his gaze could strip her bare without uttering a single word. Even now, as he lazily flipped through a book, seemingly indifferent to her presence, she felt herself unraveling.

"Are you just going to sleep there all day?" Kraner finally spoke, his tone casual yet laced with mockery. "Or do I need to knock some sense on you, when you waste my time?"

Jessica flinched at his words, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of shame and arousal. She wanted to snap back, to summon the fiery defiance that had once defined her. But the fire within her had been reduced to embers, smoldering weakly under the weight of his dominance. Instead, she rose slowly, her movements hesitant yet deliberate, like a puppet whose strings were tugged by an unseen hand.

"I'm here," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want..me to do?" her naked body still pale and weak from there continuous courses. 

Kraner smirked, closing the book with a soft thud. He turned to face her fully, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Then, without warning, he strode toward her, his footsteps echoing ominously in the quiet room.

Before she could react, his hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly and tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You're asking me, me…. what I want?" he purred, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "No, my dear Jessica. You should know by now, it's not about what I want. It's about what you want, what you crave."

Her breath hitched as his other hand trailed down her neck, lingering briefly before resting on her collarbone. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, forcing her to stay still. His proximity was overwhelming, his scent enveloping her like a drug. She hated herself for it—for the way her body betrayed her, responding to his every touch despite the turmoil raging inside her.

"Admit it already you bitchy whore." he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You can't get enough of me now, can you?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners as conflicting emotions warred within her. Part of her wanted to deny it, to cling to the remnants of her shattered pride. But another part—the part that craved his touch, his scent, his very essence—was too strong to resist.

"No…" she admitted softly, her voice trembling. "I can't…"

Kraner chuckled darkly, releasing her chin and stepping back slightly. "Good girl…" he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "Now be so kind and KNEEL for me."

For a fleeting moment, defiance flickered in her eyes. She opened her mouth to protest, but the look in his gaze silenced her instantly. Slowly, reluctantly, she sank to her knees before him, her hands resting limply on her thighs. Her pride screamed in protest, but her body obeyed willingly, almost eagerly.

He loomed over her, his towering figure casting a shadow that engulfed her entirely. Reaching down, he cupped her red cheek gently, almost tenderly, his red handprints, all over them. Continuing running his thumb across her lips. "Such a beautiful sight," he mused aloud, his voice low and husky. "The mighty head maid of House Ruxnard, brought to her knees by a mere slave."

His words stung, cutting deeper than any blade ever could. And yet, they ignited something else within her, a twisted sense of satisfaction, a perverse pleasure in submitting to the man who had conquered her so thoroughly.

As if sensing her thoughts, Kraner leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Remember this feeling, Jessica," he murmured. "Because it's yours forever now. You're my property now, body, mind, and soul."

Tears spilled down her cheeks, but whether they were born of despair or ecstasy, even she couldn't tell anymore. All she knew was that she was trapped, not by chains or locks, but by her own desires, her own addiction to the man standing before her.

And deep down, buried beneath layers of shame and longing, a tiny spark of resentment remained. It was faint, barely noticeable, but it was there, a reminder that while Kraner may have won this battle, the war was far from over. That was what she thought but over the course of the week, Kraner had systematically dismantled what little resistance Jessica had left. Each encounter was a calculated assault on her senses, designed to break her further while simultaneously feeding her addiction. He reveled in the power he wielded over her, watching as her once-unshakable confidence crumbled into dust.

One evening, as the twins slept soundly in their cribs, Kraner beckoned Jessica closer. She approached hesitantly, her steps faltering as if each movement required monumental effort. When she finally stopped before him, her eyes darted nervously to the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

"ohhh, look at here…finally found somebody. You've been avoiding me," he observed, his voice smooth and dangerously calm. "Why is that, I wonder?"

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I haven't…."

"…..Liar," he interrupted, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, pulling her flush against his chest. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat radiating from his body, the unmistakable hardness pressing against her abdomen. "Do you think I don't notice? Do you think I don't see the way your eyes follow me, the way your body reacts whenever I'm near?"

"I….I don't,,," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

He silenced her with a finger to her lips, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Shh… There's no need to lie, Jessica. Your body, your eyes, your hungry lips, they say it all." His free hand slid down her back, coming to rest on the curve of her hip. "You crave me… Admit it."

Her resolve wavered, crumbling under the weight of his unwavering gaze. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I…I crave you."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. "Good. show me with action than measly words..."

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her hands moving to undo the buckle of his belt. As she freed him from the confines of his trousers, her breath caught in her throat. Even after days of intimacy, the sheer size of him still took her aback. Her fingers trembled as they wrapped around his shaft, marveling at its thickness and length.

Kraner groaned softly, his head tilting back as her tongue darted out to taste him. The salty tang of his pre-cum exploded on her taste buds, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. She moaned around him, the vibrations eliciting a guttural growl from deep within his chest.

"That's it," he encouraged, threading his fingers through her hair. "Take all of me."

She obliged, sinking lower until her lips met the base of his cock. Her gag reflex kicked in momentarily, but she forced herself to relax, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. Saliva dripped down her chin, mingling with the precum leaking from his tip. The scent of him—musky, masculine, and utterly intoxicating—filled her nostrils, driving her wild with need.

Above her, Kraner watched with hooded eyes, his breathing growing ragged. "Fuck, you're getting good at this," he rasped, tightening his grip on her hair. "But we're not done yet."

With a firm tug, he pulled her off him, eliciting a whimper of protest. Before she could question him, he spun her around and bent her over the edge of the crib. Her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing the damp fabric of her panties. With a single, brutal yank, he tore them away, leaving her completely exposed for a couple seconds.

But for her, a couple of seconds resembled hours, her body aching for the pleasure once more.

"Please…" she begged, her voice laced with desperation. "…put it inside already..."

He didn't respond, instead positioning himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he drove into her, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into the wooden frame of the crib as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He filled her completely, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible.

"ahhhhh!!!"

"You're mine," he growled, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. "Say it."

"yess….ahhhh…ahhh…I'm…yours..," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Only yours…."

He chuckled darkly, his pace relentless as he pounded into her. "That's right. And don't you forget it from now on…"

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