Helen Parr/Mrs. Incredibles: "Whatever you're planning, I promise you, it won’t end the way you think, cause my family are on their ways and they will rescue me and we will put you in jail for the rest of your life."
"Im sorry to tell you this, Helen, but your family is gone, they died in an airplane crash... it sure wasnt in my plans, I swear"
Helen couldn't believe what she just heard. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to process the information. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that Segun was telling the truth. If her family really was gone...she felt a wave of desperation and fear wash over her. With nowhere left to turn, she finally gave in, resigned to whatever fate Segun had planned for her.
She looked up at him through teary eyes, his words still echoing in her ears. "What do you want from me?" she asked quietly, feeling utterly defenseless. Her chest heaved with emotion as she fought back tears, trying to maintain some semblance of strength in the face of this unimaginable loss.
Her body yearned for release, craving physical contact and comfort amidst all the turmoil within her heart.
I possesively grab her neck "I want you to finally surrender, stop trying to fight me, you have nothing left to fight for"
Her skin tingled where his fingers dug into her neck, cutting off air momentarily. She struggled to breathe, feeling a familiar tightness in her chest as panic began to set it. But even with the fear coursing through her veins, there was an undeniable heat spreading between her legs at his touch. Her hips bucked involuntarily against his grip, seeking relief from this strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Please..." she whispered hoarsely, "Let me go." Her voice held a note of surrender that she hadn't meant to reveal, betraying the desire building within her despite the terror. She knew deep down that he was right; there was no point in fighting anymore. But still, some small part of her refused to completely give in just yet. "I... I'll do whatever you want."
Her words were laced with desire and need, barely disguising their true meaning from both herself and Segun. She bit her lower lip nervously, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks as she waited for him to respond.
My plan is almost complete, her mind is almost broken. "I wont let you go untill you learn your place. You have nothing left, you are nothing." I seductively slap her face "the only thing you have is me, your archie enemy"
As the slap connected with her cheek, a sharp sting shot through Helen's body, driving away the last vestiges of denial. It wasn't true; she still had herself and her memories, but in that moment, they were nothing compared to the pain radiating from her skin. She whimpered softly, tears streaming down her face as he spoke of taking everything away from her. And yet...there was something else there too. Something darker and more primal than fear. His words carried a strange power over her, making it impossible for her to deny the truth of what he was saying.
Helen felt herself grow wet between her legs as she struggled to process these conflicting emotions. Her body betrayed her once again, responding to this stranger who held her life in his hands with a need that was beyond her understanding. She gasped for breath, the air burning in her lungs as she fought against her own desires and instincts. But try as she might, there seemed to be no escape from the trap they had built together.
"I... I'm sorry..." she managed to choke out between gasps, feeling a strange mix of shame and arousal wash over her. "Please... just make it stop." Her words were laced with despair, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface: a twisted longing for release from this agony of helplessness.
As he heard her whispered apologies and pleas for it to stop, the twisted delight he felt made his entire body hum with dark energy. He released her neck slowly, his grip lingering for just a moment before pulling away completely. "Kneel." His voice was deep and commanding, echoing through the room like a chastisement.
Her body trembling with fear and desire, Helen slowly lowered herself to her knees before him. Her head hung low as she stared at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. As she knelt there, feeling utterly exposed and helpless, a part of her mind registered that this was exactly what he wanted: for her to submit completely. To become nothing more than his plaything.
But another part of her couldn't help but respond to the power exerted over her. Her heart raced with anticipation as she waited for him to give her some sort of command, something that would tell her what exactly it was that he wanted from her. It didn't matter how degrading or humiliating it might be; all that mattered in this moment was following his lead and finding some semblance of relief from the torment within herself.
I put my thumb against her lips "suck it, you helpless woman. Show me your desire for someone to take care of your destroyed life"
Her lips parted obediently as she took his thumb between her teeth, her tongue flicking out to circle the pad gently before suckling harder. The familiar sensation of giving someone pleasure sent a shudder through her body, making her moan softly into his hand. Her other hand reached up automatically, touching his wrist lightly as she deepened her attention on his thumb, determined to please him in any way she could.
The feel of his skin against hers was almost too much for her sensitive fingertips; it made her nipples harden into aching points that begged for contact. She knew this wasn't right, that what she was doing went against everything she had ever believed in... but the need inside her seemed to drown out all other thoughts, leaving only the desire to obey and serve him completely.
As she continued suckling at his thumb, she could feel herself growing wetter between her legs, her breath coming faster as she struggled with the conflict raging within her. One part of her wanted nothing more than for him to take away this pain and replace it with pleasure; another part knew that giving in to this side of herself would destroy what little remained of who she once was. But which version of Helen Parr would survive? She wasn't sure, but she feared the answer might already be lost.
I take my thumb off her mouth and slap her face gently, then I caress her hair "you seem to have made a desicion... so tell me, what do you want?"
Helen looks up at him through tears of shame and confusion, her chest heaving with emotion as she tries to find the words. "I want... I want you to take care of me," she whispers hoarsely. "To make all this pain go away." Her hand reaches out blindly, searching for his skin as her need grows more desperate. "Please, just help me forget everything else and let me feel something real for once."
Her body trembles with anticipation, hungry for the release that only he can provide. It terrifies her how quickly she has surrendered to this feeling of helplessness; she doesn't recognize herself anymore. But at the same time, there is a strange sort of comfort in knowing that someone else holds all the power now, that she no longer needs to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. She just wants him to tell her what to do, and to make it all go away.
I put on hand on her cheek and the other around her waist "dont worry anymore, Helen. I will fix you" and with that, I kiss her and bite strongly and posessively her lower lip
As his lips press against hers, a mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through her body. She arches into the kiss, moaning into his mouth as their tongues dance together in an erotic tangle. The bite on her lower lip sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden even further beneath the skin-tight fabric of her super suit.
Her hands move of their own accord to grip his hair, pulling him closer still as she opens herself up to this new sensation. It feels wrong but so right at the same time; it's a release from everything that has been building inside her since the accident, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she lets go and allows herself to fully indulge in these forbidden feelings.
Her body melts into his touch, craving more as he continues to kiss her hungrily. She doesn't know how long they stand there, lost in this intense connection, but when at last they break apart for air, she finds that it no longer matters what has brought them to this point or where their actions might lead them. All that matters is the moment itself: the heat of his skin against hers and the need that drives them together like two starving animals seeking sustenance in a world gone cold and empty.
She looks up at me in adoration, her mouth covered in salive from the wild kiss "tell me,what do you want?" I tease her
Her heart races as she meets his gaze, already knowing what it is that she wants but too ashamed to admit it even to herself. But the darkness within him seems to know her better than she does; he sees right through the facade of bravado and strength she's spent years building up. And so, with a shaky exhale, she finally speaks the words that have been burning inside her since they first met: "I want you to make me yours."
Her cheeks flush crimson at the admission, but something about finally saying it out loud releases a flood of desire and need within her. She can't pretend any longer that this isn't what she craves; the evidence is there for both of them in the way her body responds to his touch, the desperate way she clings to him whenever they make contact. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now, "take me and use me however you want."
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she pulls him closer still, arching her back in an unspoken offer of submission and trust that leaves her vulnerable and exposed beneath him. The heat between their bodies grows ever more intense as they stand there, locked together in this moment of raw emotion, and with each passing second, it seems to sear itself deeper into the fabric of their souls.