The Taking of Lena Ch. 11

She had been a complete and utter fool.

The doors suddenly slammed shut, and Lena gulped in fear.

"What in the hell do you think you are doing?" he spat harshly.

Lena yelped in fear, and the crystal glass of champagne slipped from her fingers, shattering into a glittering pile at her feet.

She wanted to retreat as he slowly advanced on her, his face darkly marked with fury, but she was completely immobilized with fear. It commanded all of her willpower to keep from fainting.

"I...I'm s-sorry—"

She winced as his large hand suddenly reached for the back of her head, his fingers twisting and locking in her hair. She followed weakly as he pulled her towards his furious face by her hair, fearful of the impending pain.

"You...have humiliated me...in my own home," Renz said slowly.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she whispered shakily.

She tried to find the gentle part of him that was safe, the part that loved her, but his anger seemed to be an endless vacuum.

Perhaps he didn't love her at all anymore.

The idea made her heart ache, and Lena struggled to find proper words. She thought about apologizing...but she didn't want to see Renz reject her apology.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Renz suddenly yanked her hair, and practically dragged her to the other side of the room. Lena squealed in fear, wondering if Renz planned on seriously hurting her.

She shook away the thought, praying that he wouldn't. He loved her, didn't he? He would never truly harm her.

But unsettling doubt began to fill her heart as Renz suddenly pushed her, causing her to lose her balance and fall against a wall. It slightly hurt her head, but Lena was more fearful of Renz as he advanced on her angrily. He was most certainly going to hurt her, and Lena began fearing for her life.

She tried to move, but he rapidly placed his hands on either side of her face with a loud bang. She was trapped between his arms, unable to escape his angry gaze.

"P-please don't hurt me.....w-what are you going to do?" Lena stammered fearfully.

Renz fumed for several moments, his expression threatening and violent. But then he slowly smiled, and Lena gulped in fear.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said.

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"I want nothing more than to call you my bride," Renz said.

Lena looked down at her trembling hands, trying her hardest to maintain control over her emotions. She felt conflicted and ashamed, and she wanted badly to stop herself from speaking, but it felt as if her thoughts were betraying her.

She could feel his hand on her back, gently stroking her skin, but his touch only intensified her shameful feelings.

"Then...I really need you to do something for me," she said nervously.

"Anything, Lena. What is it?" he asked.

Lena fearfully looked up at him and took a deep breath.

"I want you to force me again," she said shyly.

Renz sharply inhaled, and Lena felt her entire body turn hot from shame and embarrassment. His brow was deeply furrowed, and his mouth hung open in shock.

"Please say something," Lena said quietly. Renz blinked several times, almost as if he were breaking from a daze. She watched him as he became more animated, hoping he wouldn't reject or judge her too harshly.

"I don't think I understand...what exactly are you asking me to do, Lena?" he asked.

She bit her lip as she tried to find a better way to explain what she wanted.

No, what she needed.

"I want you to force me again...like you did at Sterling Manor," Lena said.

Renz lowered his head, and he brought his hand through his thick, bed-messed hair.

"I promised you I'd never hurt you again. Why would you want something like that?" he asked.

Lena dropped her hands into her lap and began fidgeting with the silky bed sheets, overwhelmed with nervous energy, and another more shameful feeling.

Renz placed his hand over her fidgeting ones, and Lena gasped in fear. She tried to squirm away, but she knew it was no use. There was no way Renz would fail to detect her shame.

"You are...dripping Lena," Renz remarked. She was thankful he didn't sound disgusted. He sounded astonished.

She didn't protest as he slid his hand beneath hers, and locked it between her thighs. Lena's face felt hot with shame as she realized that Renz's hand was being met with copious evidence of her hyper arousal.

"What were you dreaming, Lena?" Lena took several moments to slow her

breathing and calm her heartrate enough to speak. The feeling of his hand between her thighs was very distracting.

"I dreamt...I dreamt you forced me. I dreamt you were...very rough," Lena said.

Her thighs automatically separated as Renz's fingers began probing her tight hole, slowly and carefully teasing her.

"Just how rough, Lena?" he asked. She felt his thumb reach for her clit, slowly rubbing the sensitive button as his fingers probed her depths.

"Very...almost violent," she replied.

"And you enjoyed this dream, Lena? Have you had it before?" Renz asked.

Lena looked down between her thighs, and became somewhat fascinated by the dexterous way Renz moved his hand. Even the sight of the veins in his wrist and flexed forearm were exciting her, and she knew she should have been filled with embarrassment. But the more aroused she became, the less shame she felt.

"Once before, in München. I cried because it wasn't real," Lena said breathlessly.

Renz slightly quickened his pace, pumping his long, thick fingers in and out of her. Lena released a throaty moan, and began to slightly buck against his rapidly moving palm.

"Did the dream make you come?" Renz asked.

Lena's body fell backwards onto the bed when Renz brought his fingertips to that one sensitive spot inside of her. Her legs were wantonly splayed as Renz crawled in between, every part of her body opening up to his touch. It was like a spark that violently surged the heights of her arousal, so pleasurable that it was near painful. He stroked that one, highly sensitive area liberally, and Lena's legs began to shake and tremble as her orgasm approached.

"Did you come, Lena?" Renz asked again, rapidly pumping his fingers inside of her. Lena struggled to keep from screaming in pleasure, and she gripped the sheets tightly to force herself to answer him.

"The first yes. But not...not tonight,"Lena cried out.

Renz suddenly paused his movements, and Lena looked up at him expectantly.

"Will you force me again?" Lena asked. The suddenly sad expression on his face brought back her feelings of shame, and Lena quickly darted out of bed and retreated to the suite's lounge before he could see her cry.

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"I'm going to fuck you," Renz said. His voice was low and threatening, offering no room for argument. Lena thought back to that night in the boutique hotel, her revelation of her very specific desire, and she wondered, hopefully, if this was Renz granting it.

But perhaps it wasn't, for Renz still appeared furious.

Lena struggled to take in several deep breaths as she latched on to what little of her courage remained.

"But...what if I say no?" Lena tested.

For a brief, brief moment, Renz's expression softened, and Lena felt her fear begin to wane. His brief softness gave her the confirmation of hope and safety she needed, and when his expression hardened again, Lena felt her body begin to violently react.

"Then I will force you," Renz replied.

Lena nearly fell out of her heeled shoes as her pussy began rapidly throbbing and moistening in anticipation of Renz. He wasn't even touching her yet, but Lena was certain she would soon combust.

Experimentally, Lena reached out and slapped him. Renz raised his eyebrows and grabbed both of her wrists forcefully, at the very edge of the threshold between mild discomfort and pain.

He leaned close to her, his eyes angry and hot breaths fuming over her face. Lena's knees began trembling, and her bodice began to quiver in nervousness and excitement.

Renz suddenly lunged forward and attacked her mouth with his, and Lena squealed in excitement as he kissed her. His lips were fast and commanding, his tongue overwhelming, and Lena quickly felt herself becoming a slave to his flavor.

His kiss was dangerously hard, and Lena could feel his teeth just barely scraping against her. Her lips were beginning to swell and faintly hurt, but she didn't care. She struggled to breathe as his tongue moved deeper into her mouth, ambushing hers with violent movements.

When she felt like she was about to suffocate, Renz suddenly released her from the kiss. He gripped her hair again and spun her around, flattening the front of her body against the wall as she gasped for air.

She tried to search for his rapidly moving hands to resist him, but Lena felt powerless and trapped. His firm grip reached for the skirt of her gown, and he roughly gathered the scarlet fabric around her hips, leaving her legs bare.

Lena trembled in nervous anticipation as she felt Renz's gaze sweeping over the very tiny, highly scandalous undergarments Helga had dressed her in that evening. She could feel Renz hardening against her threateningly, and Lena bit her lip to keep from moaning.

She glanced out of the windows, and her fear returned when she saw that several of Renz's guests were wandering around the gardens just below them. She reached behind and slightly pushed at Renz, terrified that they would be seen.

Before she could speak, Renz quickly shoved his hand between her thighs, and ground it against her pussy through her moistening frilly lingerie. Lena's eyes fluttered and her back arched as Renz touched her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

Keeping his grip around her body, Renz removed her lacy undergarments, leaving them tangled around her feet. The coolness of the room settled on her hot, wet flesh, and Lena couldn't help but slightly shiver.

He slowly trailed his hand up her inner thigh, and Lena shook her head weakly.

"Don't touch me," Lena said breathlessly. Her resistance encouraged his movements, and Lena released a faint cry when she felt his fingers begin to slip inside of her.

Renz brought his mouth to her neck and kissed her as his fingers roughly stroked her moistening, tight walls. His touch was rapid and forceful, so stimulating that it was almost painful, and Lena trembled in nervous arousal as his hand expertly danced over that thin line.

"I can smell how aroused you are, Lena...did you want that soldier to fuck you?" Renz asked threateningly. His teeth were scraping against her ear, and Lena couldn't help but whimper when his fingers simultaneously pinched her clit.

"N-no...I just—"

Her words were cut off by a scream when she felt Renz slip a third finger inside of her. She felt her body clenching uncontrollably in reaction to the feeling of being suddenly stretched, and Lena felt her face flush hot with blush when she made the mistake of looking down, and she saw just how much of her wetness had reached his hand.

His thumb began roughly circling her clit as his fingers penetrated her, and Lena began reaching for him, needing to brace herself for the impending orgasm.

The hand that held her skirts quickly captured both of her wrists and locked them in front of her body, and Lena was completely immobilized as his rapidly moving hand ambushed her sensitive flesh.

"You are mine, and only mine, Lena," Renz said lowly. Lena shook her head and squirmed against him, trying to resist the overwhelming sensations of his rapidly moving fingers.

Her bare buttocks brushed against his erection, and Lena had to momentarily pause. He felt so hard, so threatening, and she wondered just how rough Renz intended to be with her.

"I do not belong to you," Lena whispered. She heard Renz's low, grumbling laugh directly in her ear, and his grip around her tightened, placing a unique pressure on her lower stomach.

Lena began wiggling in his arm, trying her hardest to resist the feeling. But the pressure on her belly and the pressure from his fingers was more than she could bear. There was no escaping her orgasm, and with a flick of his tongue against her ear, and a prolonged surge of his fingers, Lena fractured against the wall, no longer caring who could see her.

Lena almost collapsed onto the floor, for her legs would no longer support her as her body trembled with pleasure. But before she could recover, Renz's grip was at the back of her neck again, pulling her away from the wall.

"You didn't think I was finished with you, did you?" Renz asked. He was fierce and irresistible in his domineering power, and Lena felt herself fully welcoming the anxiety and pleasure that it gave her.

She whimpered lightly when he hoisted her up onto a high table, swiftly pushing her thighs apart before she could think of closing them. He brought his hand to her stomach and pushed, flattening her back against the table.

When she realized what he was about to do, Lena furiously shook her head and tried to squirm away from him, but Renz locked his hands on her knees, preventing her movements. She bit her lip in nervousness as his mouth approached her. She was too sensitive, she'd just reached her peak. Surely he wouldn't try to draw anything else out of her.

Lena screamed when he dipped his head and locked his mouth on her pussy. Her entire body felt over stimulated, and she was certain his tongue would drive her mad.

There was nothing gentle or teasing or tentative about the intimate kiss he was leaving on the most private and sensitive part of her body. Renz was rough with his tongue, angry with her delicate flesh, and the feelings he brought on were unbearably gratifying.

She could feel his teeth ever so lightly scrape against her sensitive lips as he covered her with his mouth, generously sweeping his tongue up and down her swollen, wet inner folds. Lena could feel him stiffen his tongue and bring it against her clit, and he began rapidly pulsing it against her without once breaking contact.

Lena wildly bucked on the table as Renz forced a repeated pressure on her clit with steadily increasing pulses from his tongue. His mouth completely covered her, and there wasn't a moment of rest as Renz forced her orgasm out of her.

Lena hit her head against the table as her body convulsed, and she screamed loudly as the pleasure swept through her. She was vaguely aware of Renz as his hands shifted to her hips and to her buttocks, keeping her pussy attached to his still eager mouth.

When she was just beginning to catch her breath, she slightly sat up on shaky elbows, and saw that Renz still hadn't moved from between her legs. His gaze was aggressive and challenging, and Lena felt her heartrate begin to increase again.

He licked his lips slowly, keeping his powerful gaze on her, as he pushed her thighs apart again. Lena's eyes widened in shock as he brought his lips to her trembling inner thighs, and she fruitlessly tried to squirm away from him.

"You cannot be serious...I will burst if you do that again!" Lena cried fearfully.

Renz's eyebrows rose and he smiled at her seductively.

"Precisely," Renz purred against her.

Lena bit her lower lip as she watched his mouth approach her again, both entranced and terrified by the sight. She could feel him breathing over her, coating her heated, aching pussy with cool air that made her tingle. He began placing gentle kisses on her clit, barely touching her, but even that light touch was enough to send Lena into a bucking frenzy beneath his mouth.

She thought that maybe he would be gentle this time, but with a deep moan, Renz suddenly attacked her tender flesh with his tongue again. She lost control of her limbs and fell back against the table again, with every cell in her body screaming for either relief or release.

She felt Renz slip his tongue inside of her, and he thrust it in and out of her clenching, needy hole with a fearsome growl. His moans vibrated her sensitive folds, and his tongue probed into her with a surprising force and speed. She lost track of the movements of his tongue, for they varied far too quickly for her to process. Lena could not anticipate what he would do, for she was a complete, helpless slave to his mouth's will.

When he began curling his tongue against her clit again, Lena reached for him and locked her fingers in his hair. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to shove him away or pull him closer against her, for the forceful strokes against her clit were driving her mad.

She tried to close her thighs and screamed wildly when she felt Renz grind his chin against her as he punished her clit with his tongue. But nothing could prepare her for the overwhelming surge of sensation she felt when Renz rapidly began rotating his face against her flesh, adding a new depth of speed and friction to the already overwhelming feeling.

Lena clenched her fingers together and pulled his hair when he closed his lips upon her clit, slightly pulling it away from her body, while keeping his tongue attached to her. Tears formed in her eyes as the unbearable pleasure just barely approached pain, and her entire body shook wildly as she came again, with his mouth still attached to her.

Renz released his grip on her legs, and Lena collapsed, completely limp, against the table. She tried to muster the strength to sit up, to move, to even lift her hand, but she was paralyzed by the aftereffects of her orgasm.

She gulped nervously when Renz finally stood over her, breathing heavily through his mouth. His gray eyes were fierce and slightly crazed, and he'd never appeared more terrifying, or attractive, to her.

Wordlessly, Renz pulled her by her knees further down the table, causing her hips to slightly bump against the edge. He kept his eyes attached to hers as he rapidly unfastened his trousers, and pulled her legs up over his shoulders.

Lena struggled to sit up, to beg him to allow her to catch her breath, but Renz pushed her down against the table again. She squealed when he brought his hand to the front of her gown, and yanked the bodice down around her waist, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room.

With a single, powerful stroke, Renz thrust forward, shoving his entire length into her pussy. Her body stretched uncomfortably, and Lena wiggled to try to better accommodate him, but Renz prevented her from moving.

He leaned forward, stretching the muscles in the backs of her thighs, and began pumping into her roughly. His face was angry and aroused, and Lena was too entranced and too terrified to look away from him.

Everything about him forced and ambushed her, from his expression to his scent to his hard cock inside of her. In her state of overstimulation, Lena felt like she was hyperaware of everything about Renz, perceiving him almost as if it were for the first time.

The position of her body allowed him to be very, very deep inside of her, and Lena clenched her inner muscles in an attempt to hold him where she wanted. But Renz's movements were faster, and his thrusts only increased in pressure, almost as if he were trying to tear down her sensitive inner walls.

"You can't fight me, Lena. I am larger than you. I am stronger than you, and I will fuck you and fuck you until you admit you're mine," Renz growled, yanking her towards him by her hair. It slightly strained and Lena whimpered fearfully, but her cry was drowned by the sudden ambush of Renz's mouth against hers.

He kissed her violently as his thrusts became more dangerous, and Lena was certain that any moment, the table would break from the constant movement. His tongue probed wildly and deeply, and Lena began struggling to breathe. His cock was pumping deep within her, his tongue was filling her mouth, and Lena realized that she was completely and utterly surrounded and filled by Renz.