Lauren lay on her side, her body pressed close to Ryan's on the massive silk bed. The beige t-shirt and black knee-length trousers she had forced him to wear looked almost ridiculous on his trembling frame too clean, too expensive, nothing like the torn rags he had been wearing when she stole him from that filthy apartment.
Her hand rested possessively on his stomach, feeling the faint, soft ridges of his abs rise and fall with every panicked breath.
Without warning, her fingers drifted upward. She traced his bottom lip slowly with her thumb, pressing just hard enough to feel the softness. Ryan's eyes widened in fresh terror. He tried to turn his face away, but she caught his chin again, holding him still.
"Stay," she ordered, voice low and sharp like a blade.
Her thumb tugged his lower lip down slightly, exposing the pink inside. Ryan's breathing hitched into soft, broken whimpers. Tears clung to his lashes, threatening to spill again.
He looked so lost, so completely out of his depth, that Lauren's cold eyes darkened with something hungry.
Then she propped herself up on one elbow, leaned over him, and without any gentleness in her intention, she opened his mouth with her fingers.
Two digits pressed against his jaw, forcing it wider. Ryan made a tiny, confused sound half gasp, half sob but didn't dare close it.
Lauren slid her tongue inside.
The moment her tongue touched his, she went wild.
There was nothing soft or romantic about it. It was pure possession... deep, demanding, aggressive. She licked into his mouth like she was claiming territory, tongue stroking against his, curling, thrusting, tasting every inch of the innocent boy who had never been kissed before.
She sucked on his tongue, bit his lower lip hard enough to make him flinch, then dove back in even deeper, devouring him with ruthless hunger.
Ryan didn't even know what to do.
His hands flew up instinctively, hovering uselessly in the air beside her shoulders, shaking violently. He had no idea how to kiss back. His tongue lay limp and clumsy under hers, occasionally twitching in panic whenever she sucked or licked harder.
Soft, wet, humiliated sounds escaped him little whimpers and broken gasps that vibrated against her mouth. Tears finally spilled over, rolling down his temples and into his damp hair as he lay there, completely overwhelmed.
He tried to pull back once, but Lauren's hand shot to the back of his head, fingers tangling painfully in his hair, holding him exactly where she wanted.
Her tongue kept moving wild, relentless, exploring every corner of his virgin mouth like she was teaching him a brutal lesson.
"Mmmph…" Ryan made a helpless noise, the sound muffled and pathetic. His body jerked beneath her, legs shifting restlessly under the black trousers. He didn't know whether to push her away or just endure.
Shame burned through him hotter than anything his father had ever done. This powerful, terrifying woman was kissing him like she owned his soul, and he couldn't even figure out how to move his tongue properly.
Lauren finally pulled back just enough to speak against his lips, her voice husky but still ice-cold.
"Look at you… innocent little baby. You don't even know how to kiss, do you? Just lying there crying while I take what I want."
She dove back in immediately, even wilder this time. Her tongue fucked into his mouth in deep, rhythmic strokes, tasting the salt of his tears that had slipped between their lips.
One of her hands slid down to grip his hip, fingers digging into the fabric of the trousers, holding him down as she ravaged his mouth.
Ryan's eyes squeezed shut. Fresh sobs wracked his chest, the sounds swallowed by her relentless kiss. His hands finally dropped to clutch the sheets instead of her, knuckles white.
He was shaking so hard the entire bed trembled slightly. Every time her tongue thrust deeper, a tiny, broken whimper vibrated in his throat helpless, mortified, completely overwhelmed.
When Lauren finally broke the kiss with a wet sound, a thin string of saliva connected their lips for a second before breaking.
Ryan gasped for air, chest heaving, face flushed dark red and soaked with tears. His lips were swollen and shiny, trembling uncontrollably.
He stared up at the ceiling, too ashamed to meet her eyes, soft cries still slipping out between ragged breaths.
"I… I didn't… I don't know how…" he whispered brokenly, voice cracking. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
Lauren wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb, but there was no tenderness in the gesture only cold satisfaction. She leaned down again, brushing her lips against his ear.
"You don't need to know how, baby," she murmured, dark and mocking. "You just need to learn that your mouth belongs to me now. Every whimper, every tear, every clumsy little sound… all mine."
She kissed him once more slower this time, but still dominant, still claiming while her hand stayed tangled in his hair, keeping the crying, trembling boy exactly where she wanted him.
Then she suddenly pulled back from the kiss, leaving Ryan's swollen lips glistening and trembling. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood up from the bed in one smooth, predatory motion.
Without saying a word, she walked straight to the walk-in closet and disappeared inside.
Ryan lay there frozen, chest heaving, tears still streaming down his temples into his hair. His mouth felt raw.
His whole body shook with silent sobs. He didn't dare move. He just stared at the ceiling, whispering broken apologies to himself under his breath.
Seconds later, Lauren reappeared.
She had changed. The severe black coat and sharp clothes were gone. Now she wore an oversized black t-shirt that hung loosely off one shoulder and tiny mid-thigh shorts that barely covered anything.
Her platinum hair was slightly tousled, legs long and bare. She looked both dangerously casual and terrifyingly powerful at the same time.
She climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside him, close enough that her body heat pressed against his side.
"Stop crying, baby," she said, voice still cold despite the soft word. It wasn't a request. It was an order.
Ryan tried. He really tried. But the tears kept falling anyway, silent and endless. His shoulders jerked with suppressed sobs.
Lauren sighed impatiently, then grabbed the front of his beige t-shirt and yanked him toward her. She pulled him half on top of her, his chest pressed against her side.
Before he could even gasp, she took both of his trembling hands in hers and guided them under the hem of her oversized t-shirt, placing his palms flat against the warm, smooth skin of her stomach.
"Massage here," she commanded flatly.
Ryan's eyes widened in pure panic. His hands froze against her bare skin like he had touched fire. Fresh tears spilled faster as he shook his head frantically.
"I-I d-don't… I don't know how…" he stammered, voice cracking miserably.
"I m-might hurt you… please… I've never done this… I'll do it wrong and cause you pain… please don't make me…"
Lauren's lips curved into a smug, arrogant little smile. She didn't look angry... she looked amused by his terror, like his fear was entertaining.
"Excuses already?" she mocked, voice dripping with cold superiority.
"You're not here to think, Ryan. You're here to obey. If I tell you to massage my stomach, you massage it. If I tell you to kiss my feet, you kiss them. If I tell you to crawl, you crawl. Understand?"
She tightened her grip on his wrists, forcing his hands to start moving in slow, awkward circles over her flat, toned stomach. Her skin was warm and silky under his palms. Ryan's fingers trembled so violently that the movements were shaky and uneven.
"Like this," she said smugly, guiding him with firm pressure. "Press a little harder. Use your thumbs. Don't be so fucking gentle... I'm not made of glass."