Chapter 20: The Talk
The elevator ride to my suite was an eternity, the silence between Matt and me thick with tension. I could feel his eyes on me, could sense the questions he was dying to ask, but I couldn't look at him. The words echoed in my mind, a haunting refrain that I couldn't escape. The elevator doors slid open, revealing the plush carpet of the hallway, and Matt gestured for me to step out ahead of him. I walked down the hallway, my heels clicking on the polished floor, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could feel Matt's presence behind me, his eyes burning into my back, his silence more unnerving than any words he could have spoken. I reached my suite, my hand shaking as I inserted the key card into the slot. The light turned green, and I pushed the door open, stepping inside. Matt followed me in, closing the door behind him with a soft click that echoed like a gunshot in the silence of the room.
The suite was dimly lit, the soft glow of the city lights filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was a symphony of cream and gold, the plush carpet beneath my feet a soft, inviting cloud.
I turned to face Matt, my eyes meeting his in the dim light. "I love you too," I repeated, my voice barely audible. The words hung in the air between us, a fragile thread that could snap at any moment. Matt's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a soft, almost tender expression. "Marina," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I didn't think you felt that way." I felt a pang of guilt, my cheeks flushing with heat. "I didn't know I did either," I admitted, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
"Do you... do you love me, Matt?" I asked softly, my voice barely audible.
Matt laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Of course, I do," he said, his voice filled with a confidence that was almost arrogant. "I love every inch of you, Marina. Your body, your face, your curves, your perfect little pussy. You're better than any bitch I've had before." He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made my heart race. "Your tits are perfect, your face is like a doll, and your body... your body is a work of art." He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheek, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip.
"You're a fucking doll, Marina," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
"But I don't give a fuck if this doll has a heart, a mind, or feelings. All I care about is how many times your pussy can squirt for me." His hand moved from my cheek to my neck, his fingers wrapping around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air, but enough to make me feel the power he held over me. "I've never met a woman who could squirt like you, Marina.
You're a fucking machine," Matt murmured, his voice low and husky as his fingers tightened around my throat. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the soft glow of the city lights casting long shadows on the plush carpet beneath our feet.
His fingers tightened around my throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of the power he held over me. I could feel the blood rushing to my head, my vision blurring at the edges as I stared into his eyes.
"You're mine, Marina," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Every inch of you belongs to me." Matt's fingers tightened around my throat, his eyes burning into mine. I could feel the tears building up, my vision blurring as I stared into his cold, unyielding eyes. "I-I'm not your doll," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not a toy for you to play with." Matt's grip on my throat tightened, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You're whatever I say you are, Marina," he growled.
His other hand reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He unlocked it, his thumb scrolling through the screen until he found the photo he was looking for. He held it up in front of my face, the image of me lying on the bed, exhausted and glistening with sweat and semen, a clear "Matt's" written on my lower left belly. "This photo says otherwise," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "It says you're mine, and you'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it." My heart pounded in my chest, my breath catching in my throat as I stared at the image. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, the betrayal of my own body a bitter taste in my mouth. "You wouldn't dare," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Matt's smirk only grew wider, his grip on my throat tightening.
"Oh, I would," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I would dare a lot of things, Marina. Especially when it comes to you." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my ear.
"You think you have something on me, Marina? A naked photo, maybe?" He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "I've got news for you, sweetheart. I've got a whole album of those. And you know what? The girls love them. They can't get enough of Matt's... assets." He smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "So go ahead, Marina. Leak them. See if I care." I felt a pang of fear, my heart pounding in my chest. I was bluffing, of course. I didn't have any photos of him, but I had to try something.
Anything. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized I was truly trapped.
The photo in Matt's hand was a stark reminder of my vulnerability, and the smirk on his face told me that he knew it. I felt cornered, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to steady myself. "What do you want, Matt?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. The question hung in the air between us, a fragile thread that could snap at any moment.
Matt's grip on my throat loosened, his fingers trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He guided me towards the plush sofa, the soft glow of the city lights casting long shadows on the cream-colored carpet. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he sat down, his strong arms pulling me onto his lap. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered, "I want to know everything you have, Marina." His hand cupped my breast, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of my black sheer dress. I gasped, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch.
Matt's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his hand still cupping my breast, his thumb still brushing against my nipple. I took a deep breath, my mind racing. "I-I have a modest one-bedroom apartment in Olego," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's not much, but it's mine. I rent it, of course, but it's my space, my sanctuary." "And what do you do there, Marina?" he asked, his voice soft and dangerous. "I-I work," I said, my voice steadying as I found my footing. "I edit my photos and videos, I plan my shoots, I run my social media." I explained, my voice steady as I tried to keep the fear from my voice.
"My video sharing account where I upload my weekly solo-camping vlogs has about 600,000 subscribers. It's not as much as yours, but it's my space, my community." "Your community, huh? That's cute," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"But what's the name of your community, Marina?" His hand still cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to steady myself. "E-Cuppers," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Matt's eyes narrowed, his grip on my breast tightening slightly. "E-Cuppers? That's a bit... specific, isn't it?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my mind racing as I tried to come up with an explanation.
"It's... it's a play on words," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "E for my cup size, and cuppers... well, it's a term I use for my followers who support me, who are always there for me." "So, you're saying that your followers are named after your cup size?" I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my heart pounding in my ears.
"Yes, Matt," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, "E-Cuppers is named after my cup size. It was a silly, impulsive decision, but it's too late to change it now." I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks, the embarrassment of my own words washing over me. Matt's smirk only grew wider, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, Marina," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I must say, that's the most creative use of marketing I've ever seen. But now that I know, I think it's only fair that I get to... inspect the merchandise, so to speak." His hand on my breast tightened, his thumb brushing against my nipple with more insistence. I could feel my body responding to his touch, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to push down the desire that was building inside me.
"Matt, I... I have something else," I stammered, my voice barely audible. His hand paused, his thumb still brushing against my nipple. "What is it, Marina?" "I have an Imaginer account," I admitted, my voice steadying as I found my footing. "It's where I share my gravure photos with a few hundred thousand subscribers who pay to see them." Matt's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a hungry, predatory gleam. "You little minx," he growled, his hand tightening on my breast. "You've been hiding this from me." Matt's voice was low, a dangerous edge to it as he processed the revelation. "The irony, Marina, of an introvert like you, having all these gravure photos posted online, with paid subscription access." His thumb stopped its torturously slow circle around my nipple, his hand still cupping my breast. I could feel the heat of his touch, the weight of his hand, and the implication of his words. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "It's not like that, Matt," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's just a way for me to share my art, to connect with people who appreciate it." "Art, huh? Is that what you call it?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"You think you're some kind of artist, Marina? You're just a bitch selling pictures of your tits to pervs on the internet." His hand on my breast tightened, his thumb pressing down hard on my nipple, making me gasp in pain. "But you know what? I like that. I like that you're a dirty little whore, hiding behind your 'art' and your 'community'." He spat the words out, his voice filled with disgust. "I don't give a fuck about your art or your community. I want to know what you're worth, Marina. What's the most valuable thing you have?" "My black sheer dress," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "It's worth about 2,600 guld. It's the most expensive thing I own." Matt's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a hungry gleam.
"Is that so?" Matt sneered, his hands already reaching for the hem of my dress. "Well, let's see if it's worth the price tag." He grasped the fabric, his fingers digging into the delicate material as he began to tear it upwards, exposing my thighs. "Is this valuable, Marina?" he growled, his voice dripping with disdain as he tore the dress further, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room. I gasped, my hands flying to his, trying to stop him, but he was too strong. "Matt, stop!" I cried, my voice shaking. "You're ruining it!" "Ruining it?" he laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "I'm just checking its value, Marina. Isn't that what you wanted?" He tore the dress higher, the fabric stretching taut against my skin before giving way with a loud rip.
I gasped, my hands flying to my chest, trying to cover myself as tears welled up in my eyes. His hands continued to tear at the dress, the fabric ripping and falling away in shreds. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, my body shaking with sobs as I tried to hold the remnants of my dress together. "Please, Matt," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, stop." But he didn't stop. He continued to tear at the dress, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as he watched me crumble.
He continued to tear at the dress, his hands rough and unyielding as he reduced my favorite piece of clothing to a pile of tattered fabric at my feet.
I couldn't hold back the sobs any longer, my body shaking with the force of my cries. "Please, Matt," I begged, my voice barely audible through my tears. "Please, stop. You're hurting me." Matt paused, his hands still gripping the remnants of my dress, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Hurting you?" he scoffed, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "This is nothing, Marina. You haven't seen pain yet." He dropped the tattered dress to the floor, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in the sight of my exposed skin, the tears streaming down my face. "You're pathetic," he sneered, his voice filled with disgust. "Crying over a dress? You're weak, Marina. You're nothing but a weak, pathetic little girl." I could feel the tears coming faster now, my body shaking with the force of my sobs.
Matt's hand reached my chin, his fingers digging into my skin as he forced me to look up at him. His eyes were cold, unyielding, and I could see the hunger in them, the hunger for power, for control. "You're mine now, Marina," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Every asset you have, every piece of you, belongs to me now. Your body, your mind, your art, your community, they're all mine." I could feel the tears streaming down my face, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the magnitude of his words. "No, Matt, please," I begged, my voice barely audible through my tears. "Please, don't do this." But he just smiled, a cruel, arrogant smile that made my blood run cold. "Give me your credentials, Marina," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "Give me access to your accounts.
I want to see everything," Matt demanded, his voice echoing in the room. I could feel the tears still streaming down my cheeks, but I knew I had to comply.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled as I unlocked the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. I handed the phone to Matt, my eyes meeting his cold, unyielding gaze.
He took the phone, his fingers brushing against mine as he accepted it.
I could feel the heat of his touch, the weight of his hand on my thigh as he scrolled through my contacts. His eyes narrowed as he found the app he was looking for, his thumb tapping the screen to open it. "Your bank account," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to see it." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him type in the password. I had set it to a simple combination of numbers and letters, something I had always thought was secure enough. But now, as I watched him enter it, I felt a pang of fear. He was in, he had access to everything. My heart raced as he began to scroll through my transactions, his eyes scanning the screen with a hungry intensity. "You've got a lot of money in here, Marina," he said, his voice filled with surprise.
"More than I thought you'd have." I could feel the tears still streaming down my cheeks, but I couldn't look at him.
I couldn't bear to see the triumph in his eyes. I had given him everything. My accounts, my money, my life. It was all his now. I could only sit there, my body shaking with sobs, as he scrolled through my accounts, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Moments later, all of my access and credentials were now Matt's. I could only cry, my body wracked with sobs as I realized the full extent of my defeat. I was at his mercy, completely and utterly.
Matt looked up from my phone, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You'll move out of your apartment," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "You'll live with me now. I want you where I can keep an eye on you."
I could only nod, my tears still flowing freely. I was too defeated to argue, too broken to resist.
"Yes, Matt," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll move in with you." He nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And you'll keep making your weekly solo-camping vlogs. Your fans will love to see you suffer in the wild, all alone." He chuckled, a cold, bitter sound that made my stomach churn. "But you'll also be making changes to your Imaginer account. Instead of weekly gravure photo posts, you'll be doing two standard subscription posts and one premium subscription post every week." He held up my phone, the screen displaying my Imaginer account. "I've already changed the settings. Your first premium post will be... interesting." He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction.
"The standard posts will be your usual gravure photos, Marina. You know, the ones where you're wearing lingerie or bikinis, posing in your apartment or out in nature. Your fans will love those. But the premium posts, those will be something else entirely." He paused, his fingers tracing the screen of my phone, his thumb scrolling through the settings he had just changed. "For the premium posts, you'll be fully naked, Marina. But you'll have to hide your nipples and pussy 'naturally.' I want you to be creative with it. Use your hands, your hair, whatever you can find." He looked up at me, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I want your fans to know they're getting something special, something exclusive. And I want them to pay top money for it." Matt's voice was low and menacing, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made my blood run cold. "But here's the thing, Marina. All the revenue from those posts will go to my account. You'll be paid if I think you deserve it." I felt a pang of fear, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the full extent of his control. "But... but what about my subscribers?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "They'll pay for your content, Marina," Matt said, his voice dismissive. "But the money will come to me. I'll decide how much you get, and when." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my body shaking with sobs as I realized the magnitude of his words. "You can't do this to me, Matt," I whispered, my voice filled with despair.
"I can't just... just give you control over my life like this." Matt's grip on my chin tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as he forced me to look up at him. "You can and you will, Marina," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now. Every asset you have, every piece of you, belongs to me now." Matt's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes cold and unyielding. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, my body shaking with sobs as I realized the full extent of his control. But then, suddenly, his expression changed. A soft smile spread across his face, and he reached up to wipe away my tears. "Don't cry, Marina," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "I promise, I'll be good. I'll be the perfect boyfriend in front of your parents. I'll do whatever it takes to reduce their suspicion." I looked up at him, surprise etched on my face. This was not the Matt I knew, the one who was cruel and manipulative. This was a stranger, a man who was willing to play the part of a 'good' boyfriend to keep up appearances. "Why, Matt?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Matt's smile only grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a cunning that made my stomach churn. "Because, darling, I want your parents to think I'm the perfect boyfriend," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want them to think I'm the man who adores their little girl, who treats her like a queen. I want them to think I'm the one who'll make an honest woman out of you." He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. "But the truth is, Marina, I want to keep milking you for all you're worth. I want to use your body, your mind, your talents, to make me rich. And as long as your parents think I'm the perfect boyfriend, they won't interfere. They won't try to stop me." Matt's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes gleaming with a cunning that made my stomach churn.
As he finished speaking, Matt suddenly lunged forward, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me onto the bed. I gasped, my body bouncing on the mattress as I landed, my heart pounding in my chest.
Matt's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he crawled onto the bed, his strong hands gripping the sheets as he moved towards me. "You're mine now, Marina," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "The only asset you have access to is my cock." He pushed my legs apart, his body settling between them, his cock pressing against my entrance. "You'll take it, Marina. You'll take every inch of it." I could only lie there, my body shaking with sobs as he positioned himself at my entrance, his cock hard and ready.
"Please, Matt," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper, "not like this. My crotch is still aching and painful from earlier." But Matt just smirked, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Tough luck, Marina," he said, his voice dismissive.
I looked down, my eyes widening in panic as I saw his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my entrance. "Matt, wait!" I cried out, my voice filled with panic as he positioned himself at my entrance. "Please, I can't. Not like this." I looked down, my eyes widening in horror as I saw his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my aching, sensitive flesh. "Matt, why aren't you wearing a condom?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear. "I don't want to get pregnant," I begged, my tears streaming down my face. "Please, Matt, please don't do this to me." But Matt just smirked, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction.
"You're my doll now, Marina," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Why should I care about your feelings? You're here for my pleasure, nothing more." His hips thrust forward, his cock pushing past my aching entrance, filling me completely. I cried out, my body arching off the bed as I felt him stretch me, my pussy protesting at the sudden invasion. Matt just chuckled, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of me with a steady, relentless rhythm. "You're so tight, Marina," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Just like a good little doll should be." I could feel the tears streaming down my face, my body shaking with sobs as he used me, his cock thrusting in and out of me with a brutal intensity.