Forced Desire

"Carina, you have a new client!" Her co-artist told her and she is thinking now if she wants to be a full-time artist or just to force herself to manage the business farm of her parents.

"Really?" she asked her friend with a surprise on her face.

"Yeah, really. So this guy just gave me his calling card but I think I may not come tonight, can you just save my ass and be the one to go there to paint him?"

"Ariella? Really?" she rolled her eyes and glared at her friend. Ariella is praying for her to say yes at this time.

"So you are going for a date tonight and you didn't even tell me before? Or yesterday?" she asks her friend and sighs with disappointment, "Do you think... that this Client pays bigger?"

Because she's been painting and giving all her best for all her life but nothing changes, she's always been a normal figurative painter.

Ariella kissed her cheek happily and said, "Yes because he is Chris Sebastian Donovan!"

Carina freaked out and she can't believe that she will have the chance to paint this man.

"Oh my god, no way!" she said happily and she chuckles while reading the calling card if it's true.

"Gotcha! I will put this in my resume that I paint the hottest billionaire in town so that everyone will ask for my service!"

Ariella's phone suddenly rings and Carina guesses it's Ariella's boyfriend. "But just remember that this guy is just a stranger to you, even if his name is well-known, you don't really know him."

"Okay, okay, you can go now..." she told her while nodding her head like she can't do anything if her friend goes out with her boyfriend.

"Why can't you just find a boyfriend rather than being bitterly single?" Ariella said while she took her bag and ran to the doorway, "Because men are just a headache to me."

"My boyfriend is my inspiration, Carina. Remember that!" Ariella said and left in a splash.

Now that she is alone, she tried to call the number of Mister Sebastian.

It's ringing, but the first ring, no answer.

The second time, she heard a baritone voice that answered her call.

"Who the f*ck is this?!"

She gulped and became nervous. "Am I talking to Mister Chris Sebast-"

"You are late! You're supposed to be here at 8:30 pm."

"Oh sorry about that, but can you tell me where I can find you?---sir?"

Mister Sebastian groaned and sighed, "Okay meet me at my penthouse. I will text you the address." Then the call ended.

"Why are rich people always so arrogant and acting like they are spoiled brat?" she asked herself and sighed. She takes all her things and puts them all in her baggage.

Then she just received a text message from that man that there's no need for her materials because he already has them in there. She sighed and put her things inside again.

"Oh my god, this guy is insane; is he a painter? Why won't he let me take my own belongings?" She simply took her favorite brush and stuffed it inside her purse.

When she first came, she was taken aback by the level of grandeur and all of the extravagance that she couldn't afford even if she painted ten times a day.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mister Chris Sebastian?" she said to the man who was facing his back at her, and the hot and attractive man simply turned around and faced her.

She gulped, she thought that her own breath was taking away from this man's beauty.

"Hi..." he said, "Sorry...I don't remember your name? Are you sure you are the same woman that I just talked to?"

She smiles nervously and says, "Actually, I don't want to lie to you, Mister. My friend just has important things to do, so I am the one who's been sent here to do her job."

Carina just stared at the man, thinking to herself that this man sounded different from the man she had just talked to on the phone.

"Sorry if I'm late," she apologized as she bowed her head, and the man in front of her quietly chuckled and replied, "Sorry, my brother is only playing with you. He's the one who answered the phone for me, and you're not late; you're right on time."

When Mister Sebastian glanced at her gaping mouth and remarked, "Perfect," she only looked up and parted her lips before closing them.

"Pardon?" she asked confused then she proceeded to gather the materials that are needed to sketch him.

"Perfect, I said..." Mister Sebastian gulped as he repeated his word, his eyes observing her every movement. She then simply put her long hair in a ponytail, and Mister Sebastian gulped as he realized that this woman has the ability to make him feel something on the inside.

"Are you all set, sir?"

"Yeah..." Carina bit her bottom lip as Sebastian removed his white V-neck t-shirt, she can't deny that this man is a work of art, his masculine and well-chiseled figure is perfect for her next creation.

After an hour of painting him, I yawned and my brush suddenly fell on the floor and bend to get it, but after I take it and decides to stand up, Mister Sebastian is already behind me, his eyes is looking at my cleavage and he slowly tucked my hair, I feel so nervous now and my breathing is so heavy, I want to run but I am paralyzed.

"You are a great artist..." he said with a calm voice.

I gulped and nodded my head while not having eye contact with him.

I leaned my hand on his rock and warm chest then I suddenly pushed him.

"Please, sir...I need to finish my work now, so go back to the center." I told him. He began to chuckle. I don't know what's wrong with him but he didn't let me finish what I'm doing and he snatched my wrist tightly.

"What are you doing sir?" I asked him nervously and his grip was so tight that I moaned in pain and told him to let go of my hand.

"I like to kiss you...I can double the pay if you want to," he said. He is showing me now his white perfect set of teeth while he is smiling, I bit my lower lip and told him, "No way... go f*ck yourself!" I yelled at him and pushed him. Then I ran to open the door but he grabbed my waist and we both fell to the floor and now he is on top of me, "You can't go anywhere, you are stuck with me tonight."

"What are you doing! can you please stop!" I screamed at him with my nervous voice and my lips are trembling, even if he is handsome and the hottest guy in town, I will not going to have sex with him.

"From the day I saw you at the gallery, I knew you were perfect for me," he whispered to my ear softly and he caressed my thighs and squeezed it so tightly. "Ugh! what do you mean?"

I tried furiously to get away from him, but he simply snatched my wrist and pin and placed it over my shoulder, then retrieved a handcuff from his pocket and put it to me.

He is really strong, and his wide palm simply captures my other hand, as well as handcuffing both of my wrists.

His hand slowly caresses my thigh and his other hand is cupping my breast.

"Why are you doing this to me? please stop..." I sobbed shakingly and tried to pull my wrist but was handcuffed at the feet of the chair.

He cupped my face and his lips suddenly touched my trembling lips, he kissed me in slow-motion and his tongue was playing with my tongue. While he was kissing me, I began to close my eyes and he tore my dress apart I widened my eyes in shock and I kicked him.

"Please let me go..." begged him and I crossed my legs when his eyes landed on my legs.

"What if I don't want to? you are so sexy, so sweet and so fresh and young and so innocent woman, you deserve to be f*cked," he said and he spread my legs and tore my underwear, I cried and whimpered begging him to stop, I did not expect that this guy is such a ruthless and merciless man.

he lick his lower lip gently as he stare at my pink and freshly shaved p*ssy.

"Do you like this?" he said as he gently stroked my cl*t."

"No! I thought you are a good guy, why are you trying to r*pe me?!"

"You have no idea why I'm doing this." he leaned down and tried to touch my cl*t and his hot tongue decides to lick my p*ssy's lips.

"You don´t know me, I am just a normal painter..." I sobbed loudly and he is trying to f*cked me using his tongue and I donˋt know why I feel so wet but this is unacceptable to me.

I could never forgive a guy like him.

"I know you, Carina. I saw you a lot of times in the art gallery, you just did not seem to notice me, I've been waiting for this moment to happen."

I parted my lips and let out a small moan, I think my own juices is leaking now with the way he lick and finger f*cked my p*ssy.

I am still confused how he know me and black mail me to f*ck me like this.

Maybe this is all his plan because he is a pervert, but I can't believe despite his intimidating and respectable face, he is really a devil person.

The tears rolled on my cheeks and my both hands were still tied up. He cupped my breast and said, "You are so wet for me..."

"No..." I shake my body just to get away from him, but his strong hands just stop me from protesting and he grabbed my waist so that he can eat my p*ssy properly.

"Let me pleasure you..."

"Hnggghhh..." I let out a quiet moan as he began to lick it again and I arched my back because it feels so weird and good at the same time. I am crying and begging him to stop but in the end I just squirting and leaking. My body is shaking because I can't control myself from giving up, my knees are trembling.

"Ugh...w-what d-did you do to me?!" I stuttered when I ask him that, "But we are just starting so don't close your eyes baby, look into my eyes while I f*cked you so hard!" he demanded as he tore all of my dress and I am now completely naked in front of him.

he kneeled down and began to rub his big and long c*ck on my entrance and I tried to scream as loud as I can, "My room is soundproof, no one is going to hear you...just let me do this to you, I know you are going to like this." he said as he shove his big d*ck inside of me, I feel like he is tearing me apart and stretching my vag*na, first it was painful, my legs were shaking and my tears were continually streaming down on my face like a river.

"Oh, you are so tight and..." he stop moving and thrusting inside of me when he sees a blood leaking on my p*ssy and he pulled out his d*ck and says, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you're a virgin..."

Carina's POV

"N-no, I'm begging you to stop...take it off!" I cried as I pushed him away from me but he just didn't listen and he put a tight rope on my both hands again, "Ugh...help..." I cry for help, but what is this feeling? Why I feel so hot every time he is inside of me, my tears continuously streaming down on my face.

He opens my legs wider and he is devouring my body so much that I can't help myself but to squirt and moan loudly while crying.

I'm leaking again and trying to hold it together, but the more I do, the harder he f*cks me and the deeper he bangs me. I stare at the blank wall and close my eyes since my body seems to appreciate the pleasurable movement with him.

"I am so t-tired , please, release me..." I begged him and he just smirked at me, then I began to have one more orgasm again.

"I'm sorry for taking you this way..."

"I can't..." I close my eyes and I can feel his hot and sticky semen on my butt cheeks then he carried me to his bedroom and puts me in the shower.

"Hmm..." I mumbled as soon as I touch the hot water and he is behind me, I can feel his hard c*ck rubbing my a$$.

"Please don't..." but he pushed me on the wall while my back is facing his hard c*ck and he entered his d*ck again in my painful and sore vag*na.

"Ugh..." I keep moaning and sobbing.

"You are so hot, your body is mine." he said while banging me continuously, "The first time I sees you, you awaken my sexual desires...theres a lot of imagination things of what can I do this smoky hot body of yours." he added and he lick my earlobe, he hold my legs to have him a wider entrance while he is f*cking me.

I'm continuously yelling at him and pushing him away.

However, all I can hear from him is his enticing moan.

"Oh, god, you are so wet..."

"Ugh...Ugh...stop..."

"I'm sorry..."

Then I just feel so exhausted and I coud not hold it anymore so I passed out during our sexual intercourse.

I wake up on a soft and warm bed, the room is not so familiar with me then It flashed in my mind about what happened to me earlier. I hugged myself and my heartbeat increased as I watched the man, sleeping soundly and who just used my body for his own pleasure.

I embrace myself and notice that I am wearing an oversized T-shirt, so I dash out the door as quickly as I can and leave him in his room.

I took my purse and exited the building.

My body aches, I have a headache, and my womanhood throbs and aches.

Why would a man like him do such a thing to me?

When I got home, I started crying and sighed as I remembered what had happened to me; I had never liked it before, but why had I let him do that to me?

Maybe being an artist isn't really not for me, so I opened my phone and booked a ticket to leave this place.

I wish I had listened to my parents and simply accepted the position of managing our business farm.

I started packing my things and changed into a pair of pants and a basic white t-shirt. My tears started to pour as I glanced at the white oversized shirt he gave me while I was sleeping, and I didn't want everyone to know about it. I placed the T-shirt into my luggage and started to leave my apartment but before that, I stare at the paintings I used to adore, but something about them reminds me of what happened to me.

I wipe my tears away and my heart is so heavy as I start to leave the place.

I called my mom but she didn't answer her phone. I checked the time, it's already 4 am and I sighed, too early to call her so I just left a voice message. "Mom, I'm going home."

I started walking while carrying my luggage and then took a taxi to the airport; the guard only checked my passport and his face was concerned about my appearance because my face was not in a good mood, and my eyes were red from crying all the time.

"Miss, Are you all right?"

"I'm all right," I replied and he handed me my passport. I sighed as I waited on gate 11 while waiting for my flight.

"Someone wants to give this to you, Miss..." My hands trembled and shook as I grabbed the small brush and stuffed it into my handbag, which was handed to me by a guard.

Is he following me all the time? Oh f*cked.