Snare (Delirious book 1)

by Wild, Clarissa

  “My pussy is yours, Mister Brand.”

  “Yes, and anything that stands between me and my pussy is not allowed.”

  He walks to the table, leaving me naked and confused. He picks up a metal plug, this one bigger than all the previous ones, and lubricates it. My eyes grow big at the sight. As he comes toward me, he says, “Bend over.” Fear creeps up at me as he walks to my perched ass. “Hands on your knees.”

  I do as he says. It doesn’t take him long to position the plug against my bud and push it inside. I groan, a bit of frustration and a bit of excitement, as he pushes it in completely. “Good girl.”

  He slaps my ass so hard I stand straight up. I can’t even catch my breath before he’s already pinching my nipples, intense sensations flooding me. Then he decides to drag me across the floor by my breasts alone.

  “Ow!” I yell as he tugs at my nipples. “That hurts!”

  “It’s supposed to.” He hauls me toward the middle of the room and says, “On your knees.”

  As I get down on my knees, he fetches a rope from the table. He takes off my cuffs and throws the rope over the hook hanging from the ceiling. Then he ties it to my wrists and pulls until my hands are up in the air, stretching my muscles to the limit. When it’s tight enough, he ties the rope to a metal ring attached to the floor.

  It feels strange, arms stretched, on my knees, helpless and left to his whims. Sexy, even. Undeniably freeing in some way. Like a delicate flower constricted by a rope, I hang from the ceiling, ready for his merciless assault, and I’m willing. Needy. So bad, I almost feel guilty. Almost.

  With a hint of admiration, he watches me for a second, circling around me with determined steps. He takes the camera he gave me from his pocket and snaps a picture of me. A hot flash courses through my body, because I’m wondering what he’ll do with the picture. He takes another one, and then another one, each from a different corner. He goes to the table again and grabs a big wand thing, which I believe is a vibrator. He places it against my pussy and turns it on, immediately making me squirm. God, I almost feel guilty for wanting this. Almost.

  He places it below me and says, “Sit on it. Don’t let it slip, or else.”

  “Yes, Mister Brand,” I say as he walks around me and then slaps my ass. I almost lose balance, but by tensing my muscles, I manage to keep the vibrator between my thighs. He takes another picture and tucks the camera back into his pocket. Grunting, he stands before me and pulls down his zipper, taking out his cock. It’s already hard and throbbing and he immediately pushes the tip against my mouth. “Suck.”

  Accompanying Song: “Angel” by Massive Attack

  Room 146, Providence, Rhode Island – May 24th, 2013

  She is way too attached to me, too willing to be my captive. I have to change that, which is why I’m going to make her lick my cock and then some. Oh, the things I have in mind …

  I shove my cock inside her mouth when she’s barely parted her lips, forcing my way in. Fuck, her tongue feels delicious as it covers my cock with saliva. She sucks and licks me as commanded, like a good little fairy, which I’ve captured and made to shine and sing only for me. And oh, how she will scream.

  Sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, I increase the pace relentlessly, trying to get a rise out of her. But she doesn’t flinch, so I kick it up a notch by gripping her hair and tugging her closer. I’ll break her until she can no longer stand. If she thinks she wants this, she’s wrong. I’ll prove it to her. I thrust myself into her so deep that her mouth is at the base.

  “Hold it,” I say, before retreating again a few seconds after. She’s gasping for air, her face flushed from the vibrator making her clit throb. I smirk as I watch her pant. “Does it feel good on your pussy?” I ask.

  “Yes, Mister Brand,” she says.

  “Good enough to want my cock in it?”

  “Yes, Mister Brand.”

  “Not until you beg …” I force my cock back in before she has time to say anything. I ram it down her throat, grabbing her hair tight as I fuck her mouth. God, it feels so good to fuck her like this. Raw. Painful. Like an animal. I have all the control, and I love it. It’s what I need to get off.

  “Yes, suck as hard as you can, and maybe I’ll reward you.”

  She moans as I take out my cock. “Reward?”

  “You’ll get my cock.”

  “I don’t want it.”

  “Yes, you do. I’ll make you beg me for it before this day is over.”

  “Why not now?”

  I smirk at those words. “Not yet, Miss Carrigan.” I know she’s secretly dying to feel me inside her, even though she won’t admit it.

  The annoyed groan that comes from her mouth sounds wonderful. I go to my knees, grab the vibrator, and push it up against her clit. She moans, closing her eyes, and I slap her tit to wake her up again. “Keep your eyes on me,” I say as I continue to rub her clit with the Magic Wand.

  “Oh God …” she murmurs.

  “Keep going,” I say. “Until the edge.”

  She moans so loud that I think she’s almost there, so I let go of the wand and position it against her pussy again, stepping back. She growls as I lick my lips. “Do you want to come so badly?” I ask.

  She frowns. “Yes …”

  I whack her other tit, and she cries out in pain.

  “Yes, Mister Brand!”

  “No.”

  “Huh?”

  “You can’t come unless I say you can.” I push my cock against her lips again and force my way inside. “I’m going to make you lick my cum first.”

  The sounds she makes are a combination of frustration as well as lust. I can hear from the pitch of it that she’s not far off, but she’s not allowed to come. Not for a long while. She’ll have to sit through this and suffer while I come. Oh yes … I’ll come, and come, and come, and make her wait an eternity. She’ll be begging me on her knees to fuck her pussy when I’m done with her.

  Her legs are shaking and sweat drips down her face as she holds back the orgasm while I fuck her mouth.

  “Would you like to taste my cum, Miss Carrigan?”

  “Yes …” she moans. “Give it to me, please.”

  I thrust and thrust until I reach the point of ecstasy. Then I take out my cock and stroke it, spreading her saliva all over. “Stick out your tongue,” I growl, just before I shoot my load at her. It covers her face, her lips; it’s in her mouth and all over her tits. Not to mention that the floor is covered, too. I made such a mess.

  I wipe my cock on her guilty-pleasured face and then point at the floor. Her eyes follow my finger obediently. “Clean it,” I say.

  “What?” She looks at the cum stains. I bend over and loosen the rope so she can go to the floor, but not an inch longer. Snapping my finger, I say, “Lick.”

  With a wince, she lowers herself and starts licking the floors. Cum covers her mouth and I love how it looks on her. “Eat it all up,” I say, smirking at the sight. My cock is already flaccid, but I’m not done yet. Oh no, not by a long shot.

  “How does it taste?” I ask.

  “Like you, Mister Brand.”

  I muffle a laugh. “If you want to come, you’d better fucking love my cum.”

  “I do,” she mumbles after each lick. Then she raises her head. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”

  I push her head down into my cum. “Did I say you could stop?”

  “No …”

  “Then lick the floor. I don’t want to see you come up for air until this floor is clean.” I let go again, tucking my cock back into my pants, and walk to the table where I grab another rope. I check if she’s finished before pulling her back up and tying the rope around her waist.

  She moans and moves around as I push the vibrator into position and fasten it with the ropes. It’s tied to her body now, while she looks like she’s dancing on hot coals.

  “Are you ready to come?” I ask.

  “Yes, oh God, yes. Please, Mister Brand.”


  “Not yet …”

  “Oh …” she growls. “Why are you tormenting me so much?”

  “Because I’m going to prove a point.” I make sure the rope is tied so tight that she can’t escape.

  “Which is?”

  “That I own you, not the other way around.”

  She bristles but doesn’t say a word.

  “Remember, you cannot come … or I will give you pain.”

  “Yes, Mister Brand.” I turn around and walk away. “Wait, where are you going?” she calls out.

  “Out.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I can.”

  Room 146, Providence, Rhode Island – May 24th, 2013, two hours later

  I spent the last two hours meticulously writing my book. It took me a while to get the right words down because her noises constantly distracted me. She cried out so loud I could hear her in my own home. Such a screamer. Love it.

  Although, I won’t admit to that, of course. If nothing else, I should punish her for making such a ruckus while I was trying to work.

  Yes, I make her wait. Anxiously, to the point of cussing. I want her over the edge because she needs to realize that the one in charge isn’t sweet. She can’t fall for me and expect me to be the man she wants me to be. I won’t allow it.

  As I step into the room, her brows draw together and she starts to groan. “Please…”

  “Hmm?”

  “I can’t …” she mumbles.

  “You want to come so badly?”

  “Yes …”

  “How bad?”

  “I want to come. Jesus, I want to come.” The words sound more like moans, and they make me chuckle. I walk to her and take the vibrator away from her skin, turning it off. The buzzing she must be feeling has her completely flushed.

  “No …” she mutters. “I was almost there.”

  “I know,” I say, as I tie the rope around her waist and attach it to a different hook.

  “How was my cum, little fairy?” I ask. “Did it taste good?”

  “Yes, Mister Brand,” she growls.

  I pull back her hair. “Not good enough. Tell me how much you liked it.”

  “I liked it a lot, Mister Brand.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes, so much more …”

  “Good.” I let go of her, grab a new rope, and tie it around her legs, hoisting her up. Tied and suspended in the air by her waist and legs, I admire the view it gives me. Her pussy is on display, and the butt plug with diamond design looks amazing on her. Zipping down my pants, I take out my cock and stroke it close to her entrance until it’s engorged.

  With hungry eyes, she watches me—licking her lips, anticipating me. So I slap my cock against her pussy. Her squeal is laced with arousal.

  “Yes …”

  “What’s that?” I taunt.

  “Yes … please …”

  I rub my now rigid cock against her pussy, teasing her clit so much she squeezes her toes together.

  “I want it.”

  “You want what?”

  “I want you …”

  “No, you want my cock. Say it.”

  “I want your cock, Mister Brand.”

  “Beg me.”

  “Please … give me your cock, Mister Brand.”

  With a smirk, I pull out the plug that’s in her ass, making her scream as I throw it aside. “Good.” And then I plunge into her pussy. Her wetness coats my cock easily as I thrust in and out. Her moans come out in short gasps as I fuck her, hard. I don’t go easy; I don’t go slowly. Her pussy is like a velvet glove, fitting my cock perfectly, so slick, so tight. I love the look on her face—a combination of pain, lust, and bursting need.

  I lean forward and grip her tit, squeezing her soft flesh as I ram into her. It feels good to take her like this, while she’s bound to the ceiling, incapable of even touching me, let alone escape. Her pussy clenches around my cock, practically milking it, and I’m ready to go again.

  “My pussy doesn’t deserve to be fucked, so consider this a birthday present,” I growl.

  “Oh, yes!”

  “Hold it,” I growl as she moans out loud. I place my finger on her clit and start playing with her, pushing her to her limits and beyond.

  “Please … I can’t.”

  “What do we say?”

  “Please, can I come? Mister Brand, please, let me come.”

  I growl as I shove my dick in as far as I can and flick her clit faster and faster. “Come. Now.”

  Her clit thumps underneath my finger and then her pussy starts contracting. I can feel her explode around me, sucking my cock deeper into her. It’s so good. I keep thrusting until I come apart myself, blowing my load inside her. I thrust thrice more and give her one last hard thrust before I pull back out, panting, sweat dripping down my forehead. She hangs in the ropes, her eyes closed, completely unmoving.

  Her lips part as I undo the ropes around her legs, helping her to the ground.

  “God … I needed that,” she says all of the sudden.

  With big eyes, she looks at me, and then slams her lips shut, her cheeks reddening. I raise an eyebrow and just look at her. I can’t believe she just said that. I think she can’t believe it, either.

  Nodding, I say, “I know. I’ve known for quite some time you enjoy being fucked against your will. It helps you let go of who you once were and lets you mold into the person you want to be. It feels good to relinquish control and be able to immerse yourself into my rules … to be at my disposal is your escape from this world. How fitting,” I muse while untying her waist and wrists from the ropes and pulling it down from the hook. “And all that because you like me tying you up and claiming you as my own.”

  “Well, I know that you enjoy taking women against their will, so you’re just as bad,” she scoffs, not knowing what else to say.

  My lip quirks up into a smile as I come close and plant a kiss on her forehead. “What a perfectly twisted couple we make, don’t you think?”

  Accompanying song: “Fivefold” by Agnes Obel

  Sebastian’s Library. Providence, Rhode Island – June 2nd, 2013

  Books are always misplaced, and it is one of my biggest pet peeves. How hard is to put the book back where it belongs? It seems my customers can’t actually read the notes on the bookcases, although they do love to borrow my books. Selective reading at its finest.

  Annoyed, I rearrange some books until they’re perfectly aligned and in the correct order. As I go down the ladder, fluttering pages catch my eye. Miss Carrigan is skimming through the book I gave her, her face lighting up from the pictures inside. It’s a book about traveling and photography, the two things she loves the most. I picked it for her, because I know she loves these things. But my … how I enjoy watching her when she flips through the pages. It’s like she found love again, only in the pages of a book instead of a man. It’s strange to think that I would be happy seeing her this way. I shouldn’t allow myself to feel this way, but it’s a fight I’ve already lost.

  I wonder how I’m going to work my way out of this.

  “Wow, look at that!” she says.

  “Hmm?” I take a closer look at the picture she’s pointing at.

  “There! Oh, isn’t it beautiful?”

  “Bali? It sure is.”

  “I want to go there.” She looks up at me with sparkling eyes, then her smile slinks as she takes on a more serious face. “Would you take me there, someday?”

  I lick my lips. “Well … I could …”

  “Please?” She puts up a pout that makes me laugh a little. It’s too cute, I can’t help it, and for a moment, I feel my heart warm up a bit. It scares me.

  “Maybe someday,” I say with a courteous nod and a soft smile.

  “Oh …” She looks back at the book, biting her lip with a frown on her face. I shouldn’t cling to her happiness so much, but it still gets to me.

  “Someday could be close.” I place my hand on her shoulder. “Closer
than you think.”

  She gazes up at me again with a beaming smile on her face. “All right, I’ll believe you. I’ll trust you to take me there sometime.”

  “Trust? That’s a first for you, Miss.”

  She gapes at me, a choking sound coming from her throat before she throws her book at me. “That is not true.”

  I pick up the book, which has now fallen onto the floor, and place it on the table. “You? Trusting me?” I smirk. “Prove it.”

  She blows air from her mouth, rolling her eyes. “What do you want me to do then?” she scoffs.

  “Get up.”

  With a screeching sound, her chair is scooted back and she folds her arms while standing up.

  Still defiant, after everything I’ve done to her. A tiny smile creeps onto my lips. “Close your eyes.”

  “What are you―”

  “Shh.” I walk circles around her. “Let your hands down and stay still.”

  She does what I say, but I can tell that having her arms next to her body and having her eyes closed is making her a little unsure. She’s biting her lip and her eyebrows twitch the moment she hears the sound of my shoes on the wooden floor.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it like you mean it,” I growl.

  “Yes, Mister Brand. I trust you.”

  I stand in front of her and smile cheekily when I don’t see her brows twitch. Her breathing has changed. As if she’s anticipating something but still doesn’t know what, when, or where. And yet, she has this air of aloofness over her that I can’t grasp. It’s like she’s completely given in to whatever comes for her. Complete submission.

  Beautiful.

  I lean forward and part my lips, letting a streak of hot air pass through them, warming hers up. She gasps, almost breathing twice. My lips are so close that I can almost taste her.

  I pull away.

  Her chest heaves and she makes a face.