His, For Evermore

The Duchess's Place

TW: R*p* and SA

Two days later, she received a time and place to meet Alistair. Mick had handed her a note in privacy and wished her luck.

She went, as requested, to a hotel in London. It was a human hotel where wizards rarely frequented, to ensure secrecy.

She teleported to the middle of an alleyway in a narrow cobble-stoned street, her head swiveling with strange sensation teleporting caused.

The hotel stood at the end, with large oak doors and a faded red awning. The hotel was called 'The Duchess's Place' which was written in black-bold lettering above the front entrance.

Amelia hesitated before opening the heavy wooden doors, which were polished but slightly warped.

"Do you have a booking, Madam?"

Amelia was met by a door-man, an elderly gentleman wearing a burgundy suit, with gold buttons and black trim. The inside of the building was immaculate, with shining brass lamps and an ornate crystal chandelier above. An air of importance and prestige hung about the lobby.

The man smiled warmly and stood proudly.

Amelia nodded.

"Follow me."

He led her to the reception desk and signalled the receptionist. Amelia nodded her thanks to him and he went back to stand by the door.

"Can I help you?" The young lady said.

The young lady wore a pale yellow blouse with a long navy pencil skirt that ended just above her knee. She smiled warmly and her eyes crinkled, a soft smile on her lips.

"I have a booking in the name of Mr. Harry Neale," Amelia said. Alistair had used a fake name to make the booking.

"Certainly. Please fill this form out. The room has been paid for in advance"

The woman handed her a form across the counter.

The room was on the top floor of the building, which was four floors high. Amelia followed the woman into the elevator. The woman pushed the button, and it rose smoothly.

Amelia stared at the door until they reached their floor, where they exited and went down a long corridor decorated beautifully in red and white tones. It was an exquisite hotel Amelia thought. She'd never been anywhere like this.

Amelia stood back while the lady unlocked the door to her room. The woman opened the door for Amelia and wished her a pleasant stay before leaving.

The room was decorated in dark blue and beige tones, with a large wooden bed in the center, and an ornate dressing table on one wall. A door to the side of the dressing table led to an adjoining bathroom, Amelia noted. There were large windows with curtains in a slightly lighter tone than the wall colours, they looked to be velvet or some other expensive fabric. There was a frosted window in the bathroom for privacy, the bathroom had a marble counter with two basins and a bathtub at the end of the room with gold faucets and clawed feet. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow on the walls. The whole room looked very elegant.

Amelia looked around in wonder; she could never afford such an exquisite hotel.

"Like what you see?" a voice purred in her ear.

Amelia spun round. Alistair stood beside the bed, a slight smirk on his face.

How had he appeared without making a sound? She wondered.

"Hello Amelia" he drawled. He stared at her for a long moment. His eyes held her in place, mesmerizing her.

She tore her eyes away.

He sat on the bed and gestured her to sit.

She stood awkwardly, fidgeting with her fingers. She swallowed and met his eyes.

"It's nice," she said in an even voice, trying not to sound too awed by the luxury. "Have you been staying here long?"

He shrugged. "No, I came in to arrange our meeting, It's only booked for tonight. But if you'd like to stay here longer, I'm sure we could work something out." He flashed her a seductive smirk.

His voice had an arrogant and condescending tone. He stood, and Amelia flinched, not knowing what he'd do. She hated herself for showing weakness. She knew Alistair enough to know he enjoyed making others feel weak.

"Relax" he drawled in his velvety voice, his voice seemed to soothe her a little.

He walked towards her. She wasn't sure what he intended. His body stood close to hers, so close she could feel his hot breath on her neck. A shiver went through her body. He raised his hand, and Amelia flinched. His fingers touched her face softly. She trembled slightly at the sensation. She felt his warm fingers on her neck, she wanted to squirm away but held herself still. She wouldn't satisfy him by showing fear. He lifted his other hand, and she his fingers gently curl around her hair, it tickled.

He leaned forward and spoke softly, "you know why you are here".

The words hung between them, heavy with expectation and threat. Amelia wanted to pull away. Alistair held her gently, as if prepared to stop her if she tried to run. She didn't try.

"Yes," Amelia replied in a hushed voice, trying not to betray how much his presence unnerved her.

He smirked. "Good" he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his hot breath on her skin made her shudder.

Alistair pulled back a little so he could see her face. "Do you agree with my terms? Do you accept what you are agreeing to?" He asked.

His voice was low, and it made Amelia's heart flutter in fear. She couldn't find the words to answer.

Alistair continued "I will not accept you breaking our agreement. Once you agree, there's no going back." he spoke the last sentence firmly.

He pulled her into him, his body pressing against her as he whispered "I'll give you time to decide if this is what you want?"

Amelia shook her head to indicate she didn't need time, "I have already agreed," she replied.

His lips brushed her ear, "There's no stopping this now." he said sinisterly.

Her body trembled, and he pressed against her harder, pushing her onto the bed.

The bed was soft beneath her body, the silky sheets sliding under her weight, it felt like they were wrapping themselves around her, trapping her. Alistair pressed his lips to her neck. She felt a tingle run down her spine as his lips brushed against her sensitive skin. Amelia closed her eyes, and Alistair ran his fingers across her neck. A cold sensation ran through her body. She gasped and felt a shudder go through her, Alistair's body was pressing against her own, and the warmness of his skin surprised her.

Oh no, it was happening, it was really happening, she cried to herself.

She held her breath.

His hands ran over her body, exploring her curves, and caressing her breasts. Her eyes flung open, and she watched him watching her, his gaze filled with hunger and lust, his blue eyes dark with desire. Amelia couldn't move, she was paralysed with fear. She could only lie there and feel his hands on her. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her, forcing her to comply when she refused to pull her arms through the sleeves.

Her breasts swelled in her bra, he removed that next and smiled satisfactorily to himself.

"I didn't expect you to have become this beautiful, Amelia," he purred, his lips moving to her ear as he whispered "I could devour you in an instant."

He licked the shell of her ear before nipping her lobe between his teeth. His teeth grazed against her ear, and she whimpered in fear. She turned her head away from him.

"Such soft skin..." His breath was hot and wet against her neck, he pulled her face back to his "... such delicate lips..." He kissed her neck again, nibbling the sensitive flesh. His hand caressed her breast, "f**k your n*****s are so hard right now."

He trailed his finger over her hard n****e, caressing the soft skin, "you're so sensitive, it makes me want you more."

He cupped her breast and pinched her n****e between his thumb and forefinger, she yelped and slapped his hand away.

He chuckled, putting his hand back over her breast.

"Do you feel it? You can't resist the desire, Amelia. The lust. It's consuming you, filling your mind, your body with want, need. It makes me so hard, thinking about how good it'll feel when I finally claim you." He chuckled darkly, "You'll feel so good around me when I thrust my c**k into you."

She closed her eyes.

He grabbed her chin and shook her. "You want this as much as I do," he growled as he pressed himself closer, his erection straining against his pants. "You want me as much as I want you."

Amelia felt her face flush and she shook her head in denial, his hand released its grip on her chin.

He grinned. "Don't deny it, Amelia, I can feel how aroused you are. Your body wants mine, I know it does. You want to feel me inside of you. You want my c**k deep in your sheaf, stretching you, filling you."

"If you don't want me now, you will want me later," he stated assuredly.

Amelia whimpered as he squeezed her n****e again, the sensation sharp and cruel. Her heart was racing, her breathing shallow and ragged. She tried to deny what Alistair was doing to her. She knew her body was reacting in a way to protect itself, she had read about r*p* response and trauma before coming here. But she didn't truly think her body could be turned on by someone she hated so much, someone she despised with every fibre of her being. She freaked out at the thought and tried to resist him, pushing at his chest, but it was futile, his strength overpowered her easily.

He growled in satisfaction as he pressed against her again. She could feel the hardness of his c**k against her most private part, hot and demanding.

Alistair laughed softly and gripped her hair firmly. She gasped as he tugged it sharply, forcing her to tilt her head back and look up at him. He pressed his mouth to her throat, licking and biting roughly, his breath hot against her skin as he groaned with pleasure. He released her hair and reached down to undo her trousers, pulling them off her legs roughly.

He slapped her hard when she struggled, her face stung from the contact and tears ran down her face. She held her face to ease the pain and stayed silent to avoid any more punishment. She stilled and focused on the bed canopy, trying to distract herself.

His hand slipped between her thighs forcefully, "Don't make this hard on yourself, Amelia. You should be grateful a wizard of my standard would show any interest in your impure blood."

His hand slipped into her knickers and slipped into her folds. His fingers pressed against her core, rubbing and circling as she squirmed. She couldn't distract herself, this was all too much.

She wanted to die.

This was happening, he was going to r*p* her and she had no way out. She had to accept it, this was the deal. Focus, focus, focus. Take a breath.

She felt his fingers slip deep inside her, stretching her entrance and filling her cavity. His c**k was throbbing between their bodies, hard and aching. He must have removed his own trousers at some point. She didn't remember. She couldn't stop him from doing anything, she could only endure and try to suppress her reactions to his touch, hoping he'd stop soon and she wouldn't have to go through this much longer. The shame and guilt she would feel afterwards. She felt tears welling in her eyes again, she squeezed them shut, refusing to cry anymore.

Alistair smirked down at her as he thrust into her hard and fast, enjoying the sound of her surprise at being breached so roughly. Her body felt warm and wet and tight, clenching around him with each thrust. He growled in satisfaction at the feeling of being buried inside of her.

She felt herself go into shock as her body moved back and forth from his body pushing into hers. His thick shaft throbbed as he pumped in and out, each time it hurt. She wasn't prepared for any of this. Her heart raced faster, pounding painfully against her rib cage as she struggled to catch her breath.

He held her head to prevent her from looking away as he began to pick up speed.

He didn't slow down for even a second, and it wasn't long before he started grunting, his grip tightening on her as his breathing grew erratic, his c**k growing harder and thicker as his body tensed in anticipation of release. He panted as his hips snapped back and forth, driving deeper and deeper into her tight sheaf, each thrust causing her to whimper and groan.

She felt like she was being split apart from the inside as his c**k filled her completely.

It hurt. My god, it hurt.

She wanted it to end. But he only grew more insistent.

His movements became more frenzied as he thrust harder and harder, slamming himself into her roughly. Her eyes watered as the pain intensified, she wanted to beg for him to stop, to show him mercy. She could only let out a soft sob, her eyes screwed shut tightly as he continued to ravage her, using her body for his pleasure. She could feel her heart beating erratically in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. It was agony, absolute agony.

He groaned in satisfaction as his c**k swelled, his whole body convulsing as he emptied himself into her, filling her up. His body shook from the intensity of his orgasm. He grunted loudly as his balls emptied their load.

Amelia was completely drained.

He rolled off her and laid there for a moment, enjoying the feel of his release. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

His breathing was ragged, he felt sated. Amelia had not felt pleasure at all, she moved to lie on her side, in agony, tears still spilling from her eyes as she held in the pain, her hands were shaking from the terror that gripped her.

She felt utterly degraded and humiliated, like nothing she had ever experienced before. It hurt. Her entire body felt broken. The pain between her legs throbbed, her inner thigh muscles ached from being held open. She felt used, abused and filthy. The feeling of being covered in his sticky c*m disgusted her, making her feel sick. She wished she could disappear, but instead, she curled up into a ball, pulling her legs towards her chest as she sobbed silently.

He stood up from the bed and stretched his muscles before heading over to the bathroom. She heard water running and guessed he was taking a shower. He was very casual after s*x like that. He was evil. She hated him and wished he would slip and crack his skull.

She lay there, un-moving, still in the fetal position.

After some time, she heard the water stop and heard his footsteps as he came closer. Her eyes remained shut, she was trying not to think of what he would do to her next.

She felt him sit on the bed next to her, his fingers tracing her spine lightly as they traveled up to her neck.

He lifted her hair and gathered it up, moving it to the side. She felt his breath by her ear. "I look forward to seeing you again, Amelia. Send my regards to Mick."

He kissed her shoulder. She waited until he left.