!!!Forced Lemon Warning is right here!!!!

There will not be a warning mark on this chapter since it is the lemon version of the last chapter. That is the only part that has been added to this chapter is the lemon!!

Alright Guys, here it is...A lemon. My first ever. I've done limes and they are so much easier, but not this one. It's the more sour fruit. The reason it has taken me so long to finish the chapter. Criticism is needed to help with future possible scenes like this. If you all enjoyed it and saw no issues, awesome. If something seems off putting or cringy, PLEASE let me know so I can use the feedback and correct the mistakes.

Last warning! This is a forced Lemon! Don't like, don't read!

IAN POV

As I approach the room that holds my sweet, I continue to think of the boy downstairs. I want to kill him, but maybe, just maybe I should keep him alive as leverage. Y/n is only acting out since she thinks she is the only one for me to torment. What if I can use him to my advantage?

My thoughts are disrupted when I hear the strange thumping become louder and coming from Y/n's room. Then I hear a shattering noise. My eyes widen and I take off for her door knowing exactly what was going on.

I bust the door down to see what I feared. The broken window, and along the jagged edges, I see blood. I run to the window and see my darling on the ground, sopping wet and checking herself. She must have landed in the pool. I watch her stand and decide to call to her. As soon as I do, she takes off running.

She will not get far, especially with the fence keeping her inside, so there is no need to run for her. I walk out of the room and make my way downstairs, purposely taking my time. I cannot help but think how I want her to go back to being my sweet little angel, not my careless devil.

I know I can cause her to have Stockholm syndrome, but what route to take her there is beyond me. I do not want to hurt Y/n; it was my sudden change that has caused her to act out anyway. It is not her fault. No, I want to try my original plan before I do anything else. I will try and go back to the way it was before....more or less.

I stop by the living room window and take a peek outside to see y/n.....and somebody else. I believe it's one of those annoying pests, i.e. her friends. Not liking what I see, I quickly activated the electricity to the fence to be sure he keeps his distance.

No longer waning to take my time, I rush outside to where she stands, the boy now gone.

"Y/n", I call out to her. I watch as she jerks her head in my direction, her beautiful eyes wide with fear that she should not have. It pains me to see her this way. I watch as she stands rooted to her spot, her body shaking and dripping wet.

"I- I'm sorry Ian, please don't be mad." I hear her whisper. How could I be mad though, the poor thing just looks so miserable and is all cut up from her escape attempt.

I step closer and let my hand trace her soft cheek. I let it slide to the side and tuck some hair behind her ear.

"Oh my sweet, how could I be mad with you? It was my change that has you acting out in this way. And look at you, soaking wet, covered in dried blood, it just wouldn't be fair." I tell her. "Come now, let us go back inside." I say and go to grab her hand when I notice her shift something behind her back. I tsk. Did she really think she could hide anything from me?

I stop and swing her around, my left hand wrapping around her waist and grabbing the item from behind her. Using what I can now tell is a pole from the closet, I grip it tight and use it to help keep her pinned to my body. My right-hand releasing to grab the other end of the pole to completely cage her against me.

"What do you think you were going to do with this, hmm?" I ask her with a sly grin. She starts to squirm deliciously against my body, and I cannot help but groan a bit. As much as I hate my creator, the one thing he did do right, was give me the working parts if they are needed.

My darling stops moving once I let out the noise and her face lights up like a Christmas tree. She is the most adorable human I've come in contact with.

"Ian, please, please let me go." I hear her whisper. There she is...my little angel. I lean down and rest my head on her shoulder and whisper my own reply in her ear. "No." My tongue then grazed her ear which resulted in a startled little whimper.

I lean up and let another pair of arms come from my sides to grip the pole to free my upper arms. I grab her hips with my top arms and the lower arms then take the pole behind her butt creating a seat for my darling to sit on. Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms loop around my neck to keep her balance.

"Put me down." Y/n growls out, but I just grin at her. one of my hands release her hips and grabs her head. I push her face closer to my shoulder for her to lay on, which causes her to comply slump against me. She must be tired of fighting me. I really hope so, at least.

I decide that we have been out too long in the night air and start walking back to the door so I can put her to bed. She does have a big day tomorrow. As I carry her back, I can't help but think about how warm she is...how human she is. I know I shouldn't even be able to have emotions or touch, or taste or any of the features or senses of humans, but I do. It is the perks of being created by a, as much as I hate to say, genius. He made me too smart for my own good in order to please my masters...or at least too smart with updating and adding things to myself. I am still trying to get in tune with my love. It is very hard to be human when you have never been one before.

I walk inside the house and make way to the stairs. I was surprised when y/n didn't struggle after I laid her head on my shoulder. My fingers run through her hair, trying to untangle best I could. The pool water from her dive has really messed up the smooth, soft hair I was able to give her from her last bath. When I got to her room I was still trying to decide if I wanted to give her another wash or wait until morning.

I walk to the bed and place her on it, my extra arms tossing the pole out the door and going back inside my body. I gently grab her face with my hands and look her in the eyes. She looks so tired, but I figure I should give her the option.

"Would you like to take another bath now or wait until morning?" I ask.

"Do I really have a choice here or is it just an illusion that I have one?" she snaps back.

"You have a choice tonight. I will even allow you to wash yourself if you promise to behave." I tell her. Her eyes instantly lit up. I smile at the glow she emitted. "Will you behave?" I ask. She nods her head and promises to be on her best behavior. "Very well, once you are done, go to bed. we have a busy day tomorrow." With that I leave the room and close and lock the door. She has one hour to get clean and ready for bed; after that, the house will put her to bed.

Y/N POV

As soon as the door shut, you rush to figure out a safe place to put the flash drive. You run to the dresser and open the second drawer and wrapped it up in a pair of shorts and close it. You only have one shot at taking him down and you can't risk being caught. With that taken care of, you walk to the bathroom and get ready to bathe. Before you could even turn the water on, it starts to flow on its own. You take a breath knowing Ian started your water. He is mostly letting you take a bath on your own, so that is good. It gave you the time to hide the USB without being seen or being suspicious of you.

Letting it go, you strip and take a quick bath. You do not want to be in there long and give him a show if he is watching. With a quick pat down with a towel, you dry yourself off and get dressed. You do a quick sweep of the room looking for a port of some kind, but don't see any. You hope that you will be able to search the house before he wants to settle into anything with you.

You grab a brush and detangle your hair and crawl into bed. He said that it would be a busy day tomorrow, and you don't want to know what that fully entails. As you lay down and think of a plan, you slowly drift off to sleep.

You slowly start to wake from your slumber, you notice that it is a little chilly. You groan and slowly open your eyes to see yourself completely lacking clothes. On top of that, you are restrained to the bed. Your arms are tied to the bed posts on each side and your legs are spread and tied to the posts at the foot of the bed.

You tug on the restraints before completely panicking. "Ian!! Let me go! Now! This is not funny!" you scream, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"Hush sweet girl, it's going to be ok. It's all going to be ok." Ian says, walking out of the bathroom in just his boxers.

Full panic mode has engaged. You thrash in your bonds and struggle to get free, screaming and crying at this point. Ian slowly walks around you, almost like he's enjoying the show you are putting on. You freeze when his fingers run along your leg, all the way up your body until it reaches your neck. He gently wraps his fingers around your throat and puts a little pressure there, not enough to cut off your oxygen, but enough for you to know his hand is there.

"I said hush, angel. You are going to be fine." He whispers. The grip on your neck moves away as his hand glides to your cheek.

"Ian, please let me go. You don't want to do this, you have a good soul-"

"I don't have a soul, y/n. I am not a human. I am a machine to be used and tossed aside when my usefulness has expired. That's all I know, but not anymore. I won't go through that again. You will be my last owner and we can go back to that role, but for once since I was created, I am going to take what I want."

As soon as he finished his rant, his lips crashed against yours. You try and pull away, but he does not budge. You go to bite down on his lips when he disconnects from your mouth in favor of straddling you. You watch as his hands glide across your body and land on your breasts. You start pulling at your restraints again.

"Stop! Ian, Stop Now!" you scream. His soft touches become firm as he gets a good grip on your chest.

"They are so soft though. And I know you will start to like this soon, just like you did yesterday." He murmurs.

You growl, "I told you that I did not like what you did to me. You are putting my body through a defense system by doing this."

His eyes scanned yours for a moment, and for a second, you think he is having second thoughts. Your hopes are crushed when he leans down and wraps his mouth around your right breast. He starts to suck on it gently while his free hand is massaging the other one.

After a few minutes of this, he switches sides and gives the other side the same treatment. You had stopped struggling for the moment to clear your head, but it is hard to do when he is touching places he isn't supposed to.

It is when his mouth starts to slide down your stomach is when your fight comes back full force. The bonds, silken ropes really, keep you nice and secure to the bed and gives you little to no freeway.

"Your skin is so soft, y/n. You're so warm and smooth." Ian whispers against your skin.

By now, you are full force crying. Your begging him to stop does not reach his ears, and if they do, he isn't listening. His lips dance around your hips, leaving a few hickeys along the bone. His kisses feel like fire scorching your skin, hot and unwanted.

You feel him move to your thigh and mumble against your skin. "Ever since I got a taste of you yesterday, I've been wanting another. Will you allow me to have another sample?" He asks with a playful tone.

You scowl. "No! I do not give consent." You say as sternly as you can, though your voice wavers thanks to your crying.

"Good thing it was just a rhetorical question, angel." You close your eyes as you feel his tongue run along your slit ever so slowly, like he wanted you to make sure you couldn't ignore it. He groans as his invading muscle runs along the length, seemingly enjoying what you produced from his earlier ministrations.

"Mmm, you have no idea how much I love the way you taste. You are as sweet as your personality, I just can't get enough." As soon as he finishes his statement, his tongue is once again on your most intimate parts, curling around your clit and laps at it. You were not a true fan to the feeling, it's odd and not welcomed.

"This is ra-" your words are cut off as something is shoved in your mouth. It's a gag of some sort, one of the houses designs probably. You look up and see Ian hovering above you, seemingly satisfied with his accomplishment.

"I really wanted to hear your moans of pleasure, but I can't stand the crying. It breaks my heart to know you are hiding your true feelings. Now, let me enjoy my meal." Ian kisses back down your body, fully divulging into your lower half. He was eating you out as if he had been starving, and you are the unfortunate soul that gets to finally feed him.

The sounds he makes as he feasts upon the unintentional orgasm you have is unsavory and gut wrenching. You are so embarrassed as you filled his mouth with your release and causes him to swallow and clean you up with slow licks around your entrance.

Your breath is shaky and uneven at the orgasm that was ripped from you. Your legs felt weak and strained and there was nothing you could do about it. No more strength to tug at your bindings, no more strength to resist.

Ian finally sits up from between your legs, licking any of the residue from his lips. Just watching the little show he was putting on was enough to make you sick. You turn your head in disappoint, hate, and anger that you felt toward him. You would never be able to look him in the eyes again, and if you failed with the flashdrive, then this may be only the first of many times he would do this.

"You taste so good, my love. I've done this plenty times in the past, but have never enjoyed it as I have with you. And you seemed to enjoy it just as much." He states as he gets off the bed. Even with the gag on, you scream at him best you could, displaying your distaste for this.

You feel Ian get back on the bed, causing you to look over and see what he's doing now, only to jerk it back to the side. If you thought you were crying before, then you are on mega panic and distress now.

He has removed the boxers, leaving him completely nude. You know what is going to happen now. Ian starts to crawl over your figure, getting himself lined up with your body. You try to once more to make him stop, but it's too late. He plunges deep inside you in one quick move and then stills himself. The pain is near unbearable, even with the slickness forced from you.

"Shhh, the worst part is over. I will give you a moment to settle." Ian whispers in your ear, as if to comfort you. You find little solace with the words he says.

Once you seem to settle, he starts to rock his hips. His breathing starts to become uneven with his own pleasure shooting through him. He begins so soft and gentle, giving you the time to become comfortable with the invasion in your lower regions. Then the movement quickens, his hips snaping hard back and forth and your worse fear comes to light.

You are starting to enjoy the feeling.

It's a natural body reaction to enjoy it, even if the person themselves are not. Your body constantly continuing the flow of the natural lubricant, keeping him from stopping.

"You're doing so good baby." Ian groans. He leans his head down to kiss along your neck, trying to pleasure you more. "I hate that this is a lesson we needed to go through. But I'm sure, that now you have experienced what I can fully do for you, you will want this again. You will be more willing next time." He says in your ear. His tongue slithering out and wrapping around your ear. "I can give you anything you want." He growls, hips moving at an almost inhuman speed. You can feel by the way he's going that he is fixing to mimic an orgasm. Chasing his climax to the bitter end. Unfortunately, your reaching your own as well for the second time.

"Don't worry, I have no form of reproducing...not yet at least. So I can release nice and deep inside you." He says through gritted teeth. And then, there it was, the ending you never wanted. You both finish at the same time.

You felt so dirty and used when he got done and finally pulled out. He falls onto the bed beside you and wrapped his arms around the top of your body. The bonds on your body fell away as soon as he got comfortable. As much as you wanted to get out of his arms and get as far away from him as possible, it was nearly impossible to move. Your body is aching and the thought of moving.

"It's alright baby, just go to sleep and rest." Ian mumbles in your ear. And with that, not able to even fight the suggestion, you fell asleep.