2. Iron
CHAPTER TWO
iron
DRAVEN
Every part of that woman was a conundrum.
I watched her from the shadows of the reinforced cell, my boots echoing against the concrete floor as I circled her bound form.
Jenna’s wrists were chained above her head, her body stretched taut on the metal frame we had installed in this godforsaken bunker.
The dystopian regime I served under, that untouchable bastard in power had given me free rein with her.
I kidnapped her straight from the resistance hideout because her intel threatened everything.
She glared at me with those defiant eyes, spitting curses even as blood trickled from the cut I had made across her collarbone earlier.
My lust for her was insatiable.
“You think this changes anything, Draven? Your fucked-up government is crumbling,” she hissed, her voice raw from the violence of the night before.
I stepped closer, knife in hand, pressing the blade flat against her skin without cutting yet.
Being so close, smelling her scent…it got under my skin too.
“Keep talking, Jenna. It only makes what comes next sweeter.” I dragged the edge lightly, drawing a thin line of blood that welled up and dripped down her chest. The sight of it, crimson against her pale flesh, stirred something primal in me.
I leaned in, licking the trail clean, tasting iron and her.
She bucked against the restraints, but I held her hips steady. My fingers found her pussy, already slick despite her protests. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, building her up, then stopped just as her breathing hitched. Edging her like this was my favorite game.
“Not yet, little lamb,” I growled, pulling away. She whimpered, hips chasing my hand, but I denied her again, slapping her inner thigh hard enough to leave a red mark.
Violence came easily in this world. I nicked her thigh next with the knife, a shallow cut that bled freely. Dried cum from my previous releases still coated her when I fucked her raw after I first took her. I pushed two fingers inside her, forcing them deep while my thumb avoided her clit.
“Feel that?” I pumped harder, curling my fingers to hit that spot, watching her fight the building orgasm.
Jenna thrashed, chains rattling, but I kept the pace relentless until she was on edge again. Then I withdrew, denying her once more.
She groaned out of frustration, and a smile curved my lips.
I freed my cock, already hard again, and thrust into her without warning.
No mercy, just raw fucking amid the blood and cum.
Each stroke forced her closer, but I controlled it, pulling out when her walls clenched tight.
“Beg for it, little lamb,” I demanded, edging her further by stroking myself against her bloodied skin.
The regime’s orders were clear. Break her. And I would break every part of her. But she was slowly becoming an obsession.
Finally, I gave in, rubbing her clit fast while I pounded into her deep.
“Cum for me, now,” I ordered, and her body seized, orgasm ripping through despite everything, juices and blood and my cum spilling out as she screamed.
My cock pumped and pumped, marking her in this violent dance.
For now, she was mine in this hellish parallel to the chaos outside.
After pumping my load deep into her again, Jenna caught her breath and spat out with that familiar fire, “Your regime’s cock is as limp as its promises, bet your king couldn’t even get it up without a gun to his head.”
I balled my fist up, fighting the urge to slap her, instead I yanked her chains tighter, forcing her naked body flush against the cold concrete wall. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Don’t I? I’m the time traveler, remember?
Are we going to keep doing the same dance every day?
Fuck me and make me bleed. Beg me to call your name, so you can feel all high and mighty?
Were your orders to break me? I was broken a long time ago.
Whatever you do to me now is just pleasure to me now, so keep it up.
I promise it won’t be me who breaks first.”
I don’t know why, but my cock hardened again even after cumming so much already. Maybe it was the way she looked at me, or the way she spoke. It turned me on, and all I wanted to do was choke her while I fucked her.
So, I did.
My hand caught her throat, and I pressed down hard, watching her face as she gasped for air. I slid my cock inside her cunt and thrust hard, and stopped.
“You’re. Just. A. Rebel. Bitch.” I said through gritted teeth with each hard thrust. I released her throat, and she sucked in a breath, coughing, but I kept my pace at a punishing speed.
“Harder, daddy.”
“Such a good little rebel slut,” I groaned.
Her moans resounded off the concrete room, and her pussy clenched tight on my cock.
I barreled through her orgasm, meeting her with my own, filling her with my seed.
“Your rebellion won’t make it,” I said, pulling away from her. “No one has ever won against him.”
“So, you decided that because it was too hard, to just join the genocide?”
I was silent, mulling over her words. It was genocide. She wasn’t wrong. King Donovon was a madman, but…he was untouchable.
“Typical man, staying silent. Never wanting to admit when they’re fucking wrong. Despicable.”
“Keep talking back to me, and I’ll kill you myself,” I barked at her.
Jenna’s lips turned up in a smile. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Draven. I’ll welcome death with open arms. There’s nothing you can do to hurt me. Choke me, beat me, slice me open. It gets my pussy wet, so do your worst.”
She was deranged. Was it that I finally met my match?