Chapter 21: New Day
I woke up to the soft, golden light of the morning sun filtering through the sheer curtains of my deluxe suite room at Hotel Treyo. The warmth of the sun on my skin was a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in my heart. I blinked away the remnants of sleep, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of the events of the previous night. Had it all been a dream? A cruel, twisted fantasy born from my subconscious? I prayed that it was, that I would wake up to find myself in my own bed, in my own apartment, with my own life.
But the reality of my situation was stark and undeniable. My even painful crotch and the sound of the shower from the bathroom marked the reality of my new existence. I was Matt's doll, and I had to face the consequences of my actions.
The shower was a harsh reminder of the night before. I could still feel the sting of his hands on my skin, the rough texture of his fingers as they explored every inch of my body. I could still hear his voice, low and dangerous, as he commanded me to do his bidding. I had given him everything, my accounts, my money, my life. And now, I was his to control, his to use as he saw fit.
I tried to sit on the bed, carefully, because of the pain on my crotch. Matt hadn't used a condom last night, but thankfully, he didn't come inside me. Instead, he marked my body, leaving remnants of his semen on my skin, even on my face. I could still taste the salty tang of it on my lips. I had experienced something new last night, something I had never done before. Matt had deep-throated me, his cock pushing deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, as a supposed sign of sympathy for my wounded pussy.
I had gagged, my eyes watering as I struggled to take him in, but he had held me there, his hands gripping my hair, until he was ready to come. And then, he had pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva, and he had come on my face. I could still feel the sticky warmth of it, could still see the trails of semen on my cheeks and forehead as I looked in the mirror. The sight of it made me feel dirty, used, and I had to fight back the urge to scrub it off with soap and water. But I knew that I couldn't. Matt had told me that I had to leave it there, that I had to wear his mark like a badge of honor.
I could feel the sticky trails of his semen on my face, a constant reminder of my new status. I had to act as his devoted girlfriend, even though in reality, I was nothing but his doll. The love that we presented to the world was a farce, a charade to keep up appearances. Matt only loved me as a doll, a pretty face and a desirable body to parade around. I had to act as if I was in love with him, as if I was happy to be by his side, even though every fiber of my being screamed in protest.
I heard the sound of the shower turn off, and I knew that Matt would be out soon. I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the semen off my face, trying to erase the evidence of last night's debauchery.
Just as I finished, the bathroom door opened, and Matt walked out, a towel draped over his shoulder. He was drying his body, his cock dangling freely, as he caught sight of me awake on the bed. "Morning, doll," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I see you're up early." I blushed, my eyes darting away from his naked body, trying to hide my discomfort. "I... I couldn't sleep anymore," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. Matt chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that made my stomach churn. "Well, I hope you're rested enough for what I have planned today," he said, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "What do you have planned?" I asked, my voice filled with dread. Matt's smirk only grew wider, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I had planned a promotional tour for us today," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "We'll be going to several places in Treyo to showcase our relationship to the paparazzi or fans. We need to accelerate our relevance, show them we're a romantic couple." He paused, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "I've already arranged for us to go to the theme park, a café, and a restaurant. We'll be the center of attention, and you'll have to play your part perfectly." I felt a pang of fear, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the full extent of his plan.
"Matt, I can't," I whispered, my voice filled with dread. "I can't just... just act like everything is normal when it's not." Matt's smirk faded, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. "You're mine now, remember? You'll do whatever I tell you to do." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my body shaking with sobs as I realized the magnitude of his control. "But... but what if someone finds out?" Matt's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to me, his voice low and dangerous. "No one will find out, Marina. You'll make sure of that. You'll play your part perfectly." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
"Matt, I have a flight back to Olego today. I need to prepare for it." I looked at him, my eyes pleading. "That's not possible, Marina," Matt replied, his voice dismissive. "I've already canceled your flight back to Olego. We're extending our stay here for another week." I felt a wave of panic wash over me, my heart pounding in my chest. "A week?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "But... but I have to go back. I have responsibilities." Matt's smirk only grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Your responsibilities are here now, Marina. You're mine, remember? I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my body shaking with sobs as I realized the full extent of his control.
"But... but what about my job? My life in Olego?" I whispered, my voice filled with despair. "You'll have a new job, Marina. And your life will be here, with me." "But I have an idea. Maybe tomorrow, we can arrange another tour, this time looking for an apartment in Treyo. That way, your flight back to Olego can be about moving out and moving here, permanently." I felt a wave of shock wash over me, my heart pounding in my chest. "What? No, Matt, I can't just... just move here. I have a life, a home, in Olego." Matt's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me.
"Your job is mine to manage now, Marina. You'll make solo-camping vlogs and edit them. And you'll move here, permanently. I want you close to me, always." I felt a chill run down my spine, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the full extent of his control. "But... but what about my life in Olego?" "Your life in Olego?" he scoffed, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. "You mean that pathetic excuse for a life you had there? The one where you locked yourself away in your apartment, too scared to make any real friends? The one where you spent every waking moment alone, with only your camera for company?" He laughed again, a harsh, mocking sound that made my stomach churn. "You're an introvert bitch, Marina. You don't have a friend in Olego, do you? What are you expecting? A grand farewell party?" Tears welled up in my eyes, my heart aching at his cruel words. He was right, I had always been a loner, preferring the company of my camera to that of other people.
I had always been content with my solitary existence, but now, I was being forced to confront the reality of my situation. I was Matt's doll, and I had no choice but to obey his every command. I knew that he was right, that I had always been a loner, but it didn't make it any easier to accept the reality of my situation.
Matt pointed to the coffee table next to the sofa, a piece of paper resting on top of it. "Go get that," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
I limped towards the coffee table, my body still aching from last night's encounter. The paper was a contract, I could see the words "Marina" and "Matt" at the top.
As I picked it up, my hands trembled, the weight of the paper seeming to increase with every word I read.
"Marina Honeychurch," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "hereby grants full access and control of her assets, accounts, and businesses to Matthew Parkinson (Matt)." "It's a contract, Marina," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. I felt a chill run down my spine as I continued to read, my heart pounding in my chest. "Said ownership will include but not be limited to her social media platforms, content creation accounts, and all related income streams. Matt will have absolute control over Marina's schedule, welfare, and public appearances." "In addition," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "Marina Honeychurch agrees to maintain the appearance of being Matthew Parkinson's girlfriend, both in public and digitally, at all times." My heart sank as I read the words, the full weight of the contract settling on my shoulders. "And," I continued, my voice shaking, "Marina Honeychurch agrees to comply with all the terms and conditions stated in this contract, failure to do so will result in severe consequences." I looked up from the contract, my eyes meeting Matt's cold, unyielding gaze. "So, this is it, isn't it?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is my life now." Matt's smirk only grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Go on, sign it," he urged, his voice low and dangerous. I reached for the pen, my hand trembling as I grasped it. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked down at the contract. The words blurred before my eyes, the ink swimming on the page. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, but my hands were shaking too much. I couldn't sign it. Not like this.
"I can't sign this," I sobbed, the tears streaming down my face, as I clutched the contract to my chest. Matt, sitting beside me, didn't even flinch. He just looked at me, his expression cold and unyielding.
"This is what this industry has to offer, Marina," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's just another business deal. You should know that by now." I looked at him, my eyes filled with tears, and I could see the truth in his words. This was the reality of my life now. I was a commodity, a product to be bought and sold.
"But... but I can't just sign away my life," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Matt's expression didn't change, but his voice softened slightly. "If you treat me well, Marina, perhaps I may actually come to love you," he whispered, his eyes meeting mine.
I looked at him, tears streaming down my face, and I knew that I had no choice. With a shaking hand, I signed the contract, the ink blurring before my eyes. The weight on my chest was immense, the pressure of my new reality crushing me. As I signed my name, I felt a sob escape my lips, the tears falling freely down my cheeks. Matt watched me, his expression unchanging, as I handed him the contract, my hand still trembling. He took it from me, his fingers brushing against mine, and I shivered at the contact. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Now, let's get ready for our tour. We have a busy day ahead of us." I nodded, my body still shaking with sobs, as I stood up from the sofa. I could feel the sticky trails of his semen on my skin, a constant reminder of my new status.
I limped toward the bathroom, my body still aching from last night's encounter, each step sending a jolt of pain through my crotch. The shower was a harsh reminder of the night before, the water stinging my sensitive skin as I tried to wash away the evidence of our encounter. I could still see the trails of semen on my cheeks and forehead as I looked in the mirror, the sight of it making me feel dirty, used.
After about half an hour of shower, I finally finished. I stepped out of the bathroom, my body still aching from last night's encounter, but I knew that I had to put on a brave face. Matt was waiting for me in the living room, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as he watched me approach.
I had to admit, he was handsome, in a cold, calculating way. His eyes were a piercing blue, his jawline sharp and defined. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build that spoke of hours spent in the gym. His dark hair was styled perfectly, not a single strand out of place. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his feet clad in expensive leather loafers. I could see the gleam of his watch, a Rolex, I was sure, as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes never leaving mine.
"We need to look the part, Marina," he said, his voice cold and calculated. "For the reporters, for the fans. They need to see us as a happy, loving couple." I could feel the weight of his words, the pressure of his expectation.
I knew that I had to play my part perfectly, that I had to be the perfect girlfriend for the cameras. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, as I turned to face him. "What do you want me to wear?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Matt's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he pointed to my suitcase, which was still packed from my trip to Treyo. "Check what you've brought with you, Marina," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. "Find something that matches with what I'm wearing." I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to my suitcase. I knew that I had to obey his command, that I had to find something that would please him. I rummaged through my clothes, my hands shaking as I searched for the perfect outfit.
Matt was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark denim jeans, and I knew that I had to find something that matched. I found a pair of black leggings, but as I looked through my suitcase, I realized that I didn't have any white tops. I had packed mostly in shades of black and gray, my usual color palette, and I hadn't thought to bring anything that would match Matt's outfit.
I felt a pang of panic, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized that I had failed to meet his expectations. I looked up at Matt, my eyes filled with fear, and I could see the displeasure in his expression.
"What's the matter, Marina?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Can't find anything that matches?" I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't bring any white tops," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"I didn't think I'd need them." "Well, you should have thought ahead, Marina," he said, his voice cold and dismissive. "We can't have you looking like a slob in front of the cameras." I felt a pang of guilt, my heart sinking as I realized that I had let him down. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw my makeshift cropped white t-shirt with 'CREATOR AWARD' printed on the chest, which I had worn back in the gala dinner night two nights ago. It was a simple shirt, nothing fancy, but it was clean and presentable. I turned back to Matt, my eyes meeting his cold gaze. "Can I wear this?" I asked, holding up the cropped white t-shirt, my voice small and hopeful. Matt's gaze flicked to the shirt, and for a moment, I thought he would refuse. But then, to my surprise, he nodded. "That will do," he said, his voice still cold but not as harsh as before.
"But those leggings... they don't show off your figure enough, Marina. You need to wear something that accentuates your curves." I looked down at my black leggings, feeling a pang of self-consciousness. I had always been more comfortable in loose, casual clothing, but I knew that Matt was right. I needed to wear something that would showcase my body, that would make me look more like his girlfriend and less like a tomboy. I have something else I can wear," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I turned back to my suitcase, my heart pounding in my chest as I rummaged through my clothes. I had packed a pair of black hot pants, a last-minute addition to my suitcase, and I knew that they would be perfect for what Matt had in mind.
I quickly changed into them, the fabric clinging to my curves as I adjusted the waistband. I looked at myself in the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in my reflection. The hot pants were short, the hem riding high on my thighs, and the fabric was thin, clinging to my skin like a second layer. I knew that they were revealing, that they showed off more of my body than I was comfortable with, but I also knew that I had no choice. I had to wear them, had to play the part of Matt's girlfriend, no matter how much it made me squirm.
As I turned to leave the mirror, I realized that I hadn't seen my phone since I had woken up.
My heart sank as I remembered the contract, the weight of it still heavy on my chest. I had to find my phone, had to check if there were any messages or calls from my family. I had to make sure that they were okay, that they hadn't heard any rumors about me and Matt. I couldn't bear the thought of them finding out about the contract, about the life I had been forced into. I quickly searched the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked under the bed, on the nightstand, and even in the bathroom. But my phone was nowhere to be found.
I turned to Matt, my eyes filled with panic. "Have you seen my phone?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Matt looked up from my phone, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Looking for this?" he asked, holding it up for me to see. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized that he had taken it from me last night. "I thought it would be best if you didn't have any distractions," he said, his voice cold and dismissive. "I didn't want you to be tempted to call your family, or your friends, and tell them about our little arrangement." I felt a pang of anger, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. "You had no right to take my phone," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "That was mine, and you had no right to take it from me." Matt's smile only grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I have every right, Marina," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You signed a contract, remember?
All of your assets, including your phone, now belong to me," Matt said, his voice cold and unyielding. I felt a surge of anger, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. "That's my phone, Matt. You had no right to take it from me," I said, my voice shaking with rage. "I have every right, Marina," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "You signed away your rights to it, along with everything else you own." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my heart aching as I realized the full extent of his control.
I had no choice. I had to obey him, no matter what. "Yes, Matt," I whispered, my voice shaking with submission. Matt's smirk grew wider as he scrolled through my phone, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You know, Marina," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I saw this on your social media.
You promised your fans 'E-Cuppers' that you would bra-less if you won the Creators Award, which you did. And then you confirmed that you would bra-less, including in your content, to join the 'Bra-less Movement'." I felt a wave of panic wash over me, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the implications of his words. "I did promise that," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "But... but that was before... before all of this." "Before what, Marina?" "Before you became mine?" "Yes," I whispered, my voice shaking with submission.
"Well, I think it's time you kept your promise, Marina," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you mean?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. "I mean, I want you to go bra-less from today, just like you promised your fans," he replied, his voice cold and unyielding. I felt a wave of shock wash over me, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the implications of his words. "But... but we're going out in public," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Exactly," Matt said, his voice low and dangerous.
"And you'll look absolutely stunning without a bra, I promise you that." I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized what he was asking of me. I had never gone out in public without a bra before, and the thought of it made me feel both excited and terrified. "But... but what if someone sees?" I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What if someone takes a picture?" "Then they'll see the most beautiful woman in the world, won't they?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"You'll be the center of attention, Marina. Every eye will be on you, and you'll love it." I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the implications of his words. I had always been a private person, preferring to blend into the background rather than draw attention to myself. But Matt was right, I had promised my fans that I would go bra-less, and I had to keep my promise. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I looked down at my chest.
I could feel the weight of Matt's gaze on me, his eyes burning into my skin as he waited for me to comply with his demand. I reached behind my back, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra. It took a few tries, but finally, it came undone, and I could feel the fabric loosening around my breasts. I held my breath as I slowly pulled my arms out of the straps, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized that I was now braless, my breasts free and unrestrained under my cropped white t-shirt.
Matt's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he looked at me, his gaze lingering on my chest. "There," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "That's much better. You have well-rounded, busty boobs, Marina. Let them free. Let them bounce and sway with every step you take. Let them be the center of attention, just like you promised."
I could feel the cool air against my nipples, already hardening in response to the sudden exposure. My t-shirt, though cropped, was still long enough to cover my breasts, but I knew that with one wrong move, one deep breath, I could accidentally flash someone. The thought sent a thrill of excitement and fear coursing through me.
Matt stood up from the sofa, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he walked closer to me. He reached out, his fingers mischievously flicking one of my nipples behind the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected touch. "You got 11 missed calls from your mom," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "She's probably worried sick about you. You should call her back." I looked up at him, my eyes wide with shock and fear.
He reached out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist, and he pulled me closer to him. "Now, make sure you video call your mom and introduce me as your boyfriend. I want her to know that you're taken, that you belong to me now." I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the full extent of his control.