His Little Flower (Felix and Flora)

The pale moonlight felt like a punch to the gut as we emerged from the dark interiors of the cell. My stomach churned, not just from the stale air and the flickering torchlight, but from the weight of revelation. My father, the man who walked out on us, the man I’d yearned for as a child–was a monster. The truth, though brutal, felt… clarifying, in a twisted way.

God, I’d always known it, too. I just hadn’t had it in me to believe it.

Felixs hand brushed mine as we walked, but I flinched away. Each touch, each glance from him, felt like a reminder of the darkness I’d just witnessed. We drove home in silence. Reaching our room, I sank onto the bed, the familiar sheets offering no comfort.

Felix hovered awkwardly, concern etched on his face. “Flora,” he began, his voice laced with helplessness. “Can we talk?” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Part of me craved to lash out, to scream at him. But it really wasn’t his fault. I wasn’t angry at him. I was angry at my father. The anger felt hollow, swallowed whole by the chilling truth. “It’s not your fault,” I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion.

Relief flickered across his face, a flicker quickly replaced by worry. He sat down beside me, but a safe distance away. “Do you… want me to leave? Its alright if you need some space, haby”

The thought of being alone in this swirling vortex of emotions was te

was terrifying

“No,” I whispered, the word catching in my throat. “Just… give me some space.

He nodded, a silent understanding passing between us. Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Images from the cell flickered through my mind – my father’s broken face, his cruel words. A storm of emotions raged inside me anger, betrayal, a flicker of something akin to grief.

My gaze drifted to Felix, the tension in his form mirroring my own turmoil. An impulse, a desperate need for something solid in this reeling world, took hold of me.

I crossed the gap between us, surprising us both. Before he could react, I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t a kiss of love, not yet. It was a desperate search for an anchor, a brief escape from the torrent of emotions drowning me

Felix responded, his arms wrapping around me tightly, as if afraid I might break. But even as the kiss deepened, a part of me remained a detached observer, analyzing the scene with a cold clarity.

This wasn’t the solace I needed. This wasn’t the comfort he could offer.

Pulling back, I met his gaze, a million unspoken questions swirling in my eyes. “Felix,” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “I love y

He nodded resolutely, his hand reaching for mine. “Always, flower,” he promised, his voice firm. I love you, too.”

Tears pricked at the comers of my eyes, and this time, I didn’t fight them. Letting go of the dam holding back my emotions, I buried my face in his chest, the ragged sobs that escaped me a release of the pent–up pain.

you.

Always.”

Sobs wracked my chest, and I cried in his arms till I had no tears to shed. I reached up and kissed him again, this time taking his mouth with fervor. He was taken aback a little, but responded in full, grabbing my hair and slightly tugging, deepening the kiss. I moaned into his mouth.

The kiss was desperate, a collision of lips fueled by a storm of emotions I couldn’t name.

His initial surprise melted into urgency. He grabbed my shoulders, anchoring me as if afraid I might shatter. Our kiss escalated quickly, a wild tangle of tongues and searching hands. It wasnt tenderness I craved, not solace. It was a raw, primal release, a way to burn away the chilling truth that clung to

I dug my nails into his back, a silent plea for something, anything, to ground me. He responded in kind, his grip on me tuming fierce, almost possesine. The kiss tasted of salt and desperation, a stark contrast to the sweetness we usually shared.

We stumbled back on the bed, chests heaving, foreheads pressed together. My breath hitched, a sob threatening to erupt. Shame burned hot in my cheeks, mingling with the lingering heat of the kiss. This wasnt a lovers embrace. And God, was it hot. I needed this.

Felas eyes, were clouded with confusion and a flicker of something akin to pain. He brushed a stray hair from my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

I hurriedly took off my top, pulling it over my head. Felix stared at me, a little surprised. But I know he wanted me. I grabbed his hand, and put it on my breast. “I want you to hurt me.”

His eyes widened for a moment. “Flora….” his voice was low. His eyes darkened.

“Do it.” I urged, “I need this. You know you want to do it, Felix.”

He grabbed my cheeks between his fingers. His green eyes bore into mine. “Are you sure?” I nodded. I hadn’t been surer. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He sat back. “Take off your clothes.”

I shivered. I stood up on the floor and I undid the hooks of my bra, carefully removing it, letting it fall to the ground. Under Felix’s watchful gaze, this

WDS…..

He stared at me, his eyes clouded; hands by his side, watching me lazily. Leisurely, 1 suddenly felt shy. As I began to unbutton my jeans, I looked away

from him.

“Eyes.” He ordered coldly. My eyes flew up to him. “Keep looking at me,” he said. I nodded in obedience. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, sir.” I said softly. He smiled lightly.

I shimmied out of my jeans till they pooled on the floor. I stepped out of them. Felix’s gaze swept over me,

He clicked his fingers, pointing to the floor. I breathed deeply. I took a few steps toward him, then sunk to my knees on the ground. He liked to see me kneeling for him. He lightly stroked the top of my head. Suddenly, his fingers fisted in my hair. He pulled, making me look at him.

“Ask me again,” he grated.

“Please hurt me.” My voice came out small and breathy. It seemed to please him.

His fingers came down to my breasts, rolling my nipples with his thumb and finger. “Put your hands behind your back. Don’t move.” I did as told, and he lightly twisted my nipple. I whimpered in pain,

but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t take it. In fact, I liked it. I could feel it right down my groin. His assault worsened. He twisted bath nipples hard, it made me yelp and almost brought tears to my eyes. His hands left my breasts, and I hurriedly reached forward to rub the sore nipples.

“Did I give you permission to do that?”

My hands shot back. “Sorry, sir.”

“Get on the bed,” he ordered. I scrambled to obey. He made me lay on my back; with my legs spread lewdly. He spread them further, putting force on both my thighs till my pussy was spread open for him. I gulped.

“Do I need to tie you up, or will you hold your legs open?”

“Wh–what are you going to do?”

He smiled, “I’m going to spank

k your pussy.”

My mouth fell open. I gaped at him. “I tie me up, please.” I liked the sound of him slapping me there…but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold position. Felix nodded. He undid his belt, and tied my feet together, with my thighs still apart. I must have been a sight to see. A lewd one.

He didn’t waste much time. A hard smack rained down directly on my clit. I gasped. He slapped a few times in succession, each slap harder than the last. It hurt and I whimpered at every slap, but before I knew it, I was writhing on his hand, desperate for release.

“You’re such a slut,” he asked, “Getting off on me hurting you.”

“Please…..” I breathed.

He stared into my eyes. “Reach down and spread your pussy.”

My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head. “What?”

“You heard me.”

I gulped. Slowly, I reached down. I pushed my lips apart with two fingers. “Wider.” Felix ordered. I spread them wider. I clenched my eyes shut in embarrassment.

He began to slap me again; his hand falling rhythmically right on top of my vagina and on my clit. It hurt deliciously. Each dull thud sent a wave of

electricity through me. A tingle sensation built up between my legs. The tingling got so intense it started to pulse from the center of my pussy to every vein and nerve in my body; intense and more intense, until finally an orgasm washed over me like a wave. I closed my eyes in satisfaction. And it just kept coming, wave after wave, I kept climaxing as Felix continued spanking my pussy. I lay there limp, and the pleasure turned into pain and the pain turned into pleasure, till he finally stopped. My eyes opened, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

I watched as Felix undid his pants, slowly pushing them down. His underwear came down next, and his hard cock sprung free. I licked my lips in

anticipation.

He pushed into me, slowly, inch by inch. When he was inside me, it felt like he was made for me. Like I was made for him. We fit so well together. He pushed into me slow but hard. I grunted with the pressure. Spent from already coming thrice, I could already feel another orgasm build in me.

“You were such a good girl for me.” He murmured. His lips hovered over mine. I reached up, but he didn’t let me kiss him. He lightly touched his mouth to mine; the touch a whisper. His lips were barely floating over mine. I pushed forward, and captured his lips with my own. He smiled against my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting him desperately. He lightly nipped my lip.

“Tell me you like it when I hurt you.” He ordered softly. “I like it when you hurt me.” I murmured in a whisper. He pushed harder into me at that. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “You’re so fucking hot, Flora.” He murmured, “I’m going to fuck you like this, every day for the rest of my life. You’re going to be sore every day. I want you sore and pregnant and barefoot around my house.”

I moaned in response. He thrust into me, hard and rhythmically, and I moved my hips in accordance. My feet were still tied together. I thought of how hot it would be if he fucked me with my hands and my feet tied up. I made a mental note to ask him to do that.

As he pumped into me, I felt my orgasm growing closer and closer. “Hold it,” he told me, “We’ll cum together.”

That was a hard ask. But I obeyed. I’d do anything he told me to. Felix’s cock was big enough to hurt after a while. As he slammed into me, I moaned loudly, with a mix of the pain and the pleasure. My sounds seemed to edge him on. His thrusts became faster, less controlled. He grunted as he thrust

into me.

“Cum for me,” he demanded. We both came at the same time. I rode my wave of pleasure, even as I felt him spilling into me.

He lay down, his forehead against mine. “Good girl, baby.” He whispered. “You’re so good. My good little slut.”

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