Violent Cravings: A Dark Billionaire Romance

by Linnea May

  Unlike me, he put some clothes back on, but only a pair of dark pants, different ones than he was wearing when we first got here. I consider it a treat, though, that he leaves his ripped chest bare for me to admire.

  Since he doesn’t untie me for dinner, he has to feed me. He sits cross-legged on the floor in front of me, sharing a meal with me that is little more than a healthy snack.

  “You really like sushi, don’t you?” I dare to tease him when he brings in a tray of maki rolls from a connecting room.

  He chuckles, holding up another piece to my mouth for me to eat, a simple tuna and avocado roll. I notice he makes me lean forward every time he offers me a piece, never holding the sushi right up to my mouth. He makes me work for it. This is without a doubt the strangest meal I’ve ever eaten.

  “I find it to be very sensuous food,” he says. “But don’t worry. Good girls get fed whatever they wish for, once we call it a night.”

  “Whatever they wish for?” I ask, puzzled.

  He casts me a generous smile. “Yes, whatever you wish for, doll. But whatever it is, you’ll have to earn it.”

  He serves me another piece of sushi, and while I chew it, my eyes lazily wander around the room. I was so busy with everything that was going on that I never paid much attention to my surroundings. The room is unusually big for a bedroom. It offers plenty of space for the king-size bed, the dresser, and two glass-encased cabinets positioned next to a leather-upholstered bench. A gigantic X made out of wood is nailed to one of the walls.

  There are three doors leading out of the room, and all of them are painted in the same red color as the walls, causing them to become indistinct, especially with the lights dimmed like they are now.

  Judging by the small windows, I’d assume this room is in the basement, suggesting that we are not at the same place I met him the first time.

  Maybe this is the home he has outside the city that he mentioned previously? There’s little point in asking because he obviously doesn’t want me to know too much about my whereabouts. Why else would he demand that I was blindfolded when I was brought here?

  “How come you didn’t tell me?” he asks, tearing my thoughts back to the present.

  Our eyes meet, and I cast him a look of bewilderment.

  “Tell you what?” I ask.

  “That you’re a virgin,” he says.

  Both the expression on his face and his voice are impossible for me to read. I have no idea whether he’s angry at me or not.

  “How… how did you know?” I stutter.

  He shrugs.

  “Just a good guess. Once you have been with enough women, you can tell,” he says. “I felt it when I tried to finger you, and it was confirmed by the look on your face.”

  Next to the my evident embarrassment, his words cause a stinging sensation in my heart from knowing he has been with so many women before me, many who were experienced professionals, prettier and more skilled than me. How could I not feel inferior?

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he repeats, hooking his index finger under my chin to lift my gaze up to meet his. I hadn’t even noticed that I had lowered my eyes.

  “I was afraid,” I tell him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore if I told you.”

  His face remains neutral, no visible reaction on his handsome face. The only thing there is just the usual handsome ruggedness, topped by eyes that are almost too blue to be real.

  “That’s a valid concern,” he says. “But you still should have told me.”

  I nod. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have.”

  His eyes lay on me for a moment, a patient smile stilling my concerns.

  “How can a pretty girl like you be untouched?” he asks. “That’s what I don’t understand.”

  I huff. “I didn’t say I was untouched…”

  His eyebrows knit for a split second, but then just as quickly he forces his face to relax before his discontent becomes obvious. Still, it’s enough to coax a grin from my face. He doesn’t like the idea of me with other men either. The thought lightens my troubled heart.

  “How old are you?”

  “Why? Are you afraid I’m not legal?” I tease.

  He chuckles. “Don’t flatter yourself, doll. You don’t look like a teenager, thank God.”

  “I’m twenty-two,” I answer. “Old enough to do everything fun.”

  “And yet you have missed out on the best thing: sex.”

  I bite my lower lip, unsure how honest I can and should be with him.

  “I don’t feel like I’ve missed out,” I say hesitantly. “I waited until I met the… right person.”

  I’m torn between lowering my eyes away from his gaze and wanting to see his reaction to my honest words. But he doesn’t give me a lot to work with because his expression doesn’t change.

  “That’ very flattering, doll,” he says eventually, and I can tell by his tone that the subject is closed.

  He feeds me another sushi roll, and we eat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments, the room filled with unspoken questions and answers. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I don’t know if he’s planning to punish me for not confessing upfront to being a virgin, and I don’t know if he intends to have me stay for the agreed upon time, now that he knows. And if he does want me to stay, will it influence how he’s going to treat me?

  “Is that why you haven’t had sex with me yet?” I ask. I find my eyes burrowing into his in search of answers.

  He shakes his head.

  “No. I told you this isn’t about having a quick fuck, doll. If simply fucking you was going to be enough for me, I would have done it by now and sent you home with a sore pussy dripping with my cum.”

  His filthy words echo in my head and chest, pulsating, and sending rushes of throbbing heat to my core.

  I want it to happen, but I’m afraid it’s not going to.

  “I’m enjoying this build-up to the moment as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” he says, putting the empty tray aside and reaching forward to caress the side of my cheek. I worry about the dried come on my face, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit, his eyes locked on mine as his finger softly strokes along my jawline.

  “Besides, I like the anticipation, the build-up. I’m going to destroy you once I finally stretch that tight hole open with my cock, and a part of me can’t wait, but it will have to.“

  My lips part as I lean into his gentle touch, imagining what it will feel like to be taken – claimed – by him. How long will I have to wait?

  “So you are going to fuck me?” I ask.

  He nods.

  “Yes, doll. I will fuck you until you don’t know your own name, and the fact that I’m the first one to ever do it won’t change my plans whatsoever,” he whispers, his piercing eyes blazing dark with lust. “You agreed to this. You wanted this. But don’t expect me to be gentle with you.”

  I swallow hard, aware of the drenching wetness pooling between my legs. His comments are making me more excited than they are scaring me.

  The way he smiles leads me to believe that he’s very much aware of the impact his words are having on me.

  “Are you wet for me, doll?” he asks, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

  Another wave of heat rushes to my face, causing my cheeks to blush and my mouth to snap shut.

  “No answer, huh?” he says, shaking his head. “Doll, you’ll have to learn to reply to me, or else –”

  “Yes,” I bring forth. “Yes, master.”

  “Yes, what?”

  Ugh, he’s really making me say it?

  “I’m wet for you, master,” I admit, instinctively lowering my eyes to lessen my shame.

  Of course, that response doesn’t satisfy him.

  Chapter 21

  Laura

  “I told you to look at me, especially when you speak to me,” he says testily.

  I quickly look up at him, watching fearfully as he gets back on his feet. He stands in front
of my exposed core and assesses me. He doesn‘t have to say anything for me to know that he’s pondering another punishment for me, even as I’m still struggling to overcome the pain from the last one.

  My hands are beginning to go numb, and the strain on my limbs, especially my legs, has almost become painful. I have to engage my core muscles if I want to lessen the pressure on my tied limbs, but I have very little to work with in that area. I’m going to be sore all over when we’re done here.

  My eyes follow him as he walks over to one of the glass cabinets. He opens the door and reaches inside for a small item. I can’t see what it is, but I’m relieved to know that it’s not the cane.

  I truly despise that damn cane.

  He seems pleased to find me watching him with fearful eyes when he turns around and comes back over to me.

  “You’re a very smart girl, and I know you can be obedient,” he says, going down on his knees in front of me. “But we have to work on your ability to focus.”

  Before I can ask what he means by that, he holds up a black lanceolate-shaped toy, with a tiny button at the lower end. Even innocent little me knows this is a butt plug.

  “Lick it,” he orders, moving the tip of the toy up to my mouth.

  I hesitate, casting him a questioning look.

  “Don’t worry, doll, it’s brand new and clean,” he assures me. “It’s all yours.”

  ​That's not exactly what I'm worried about, but I nod nonetheless, leaning forward to take the plug between my lips and lick it with my tongue. He just holds it still, barely moving it back and forth, while my tongue circles around the tip of it, trying to get it as wet as I can.

  "Good girl," he praises, slowly removing the plug from my mouth and out of my reach.

  My eyes instinctively follow his motion as he lowers it down to my exposed core. He places the tip on my exposed center, and then he begins drawing circles around my sensitive nub. A sigh escapes my lips and I find myself shifting on my sore behind in an effort to get my hips closer to his touch.

  "My impatient little doll," he comments. "Eyes on me, little girl, or I'll cease to be gentle with you."

  I pull myself away from watching his movements, forcing my eyes to meet his blue ones, now dark with lust. He's smiling at me, looking so dashingly handsome that I feel another rush of shame spreading through my chest.

  "Very good girl," he whispers. His voice is hoarse and laced with desire. I can’t see whatever it is that this man sees in me, but I feel flattered to be the current center of his attention.

  "I wouldn't want to miss seeing the expressions on your face," he adds. "When I do this."

  Before I get a chance to ask what "this" could be, he pushes the button on the end of the plug in his hands, causing it to vibrate against my hot entrance.

  I gasp out in surprise, my eyes widening as I force myself to hold his gaze. He hums with approval, increasing the pressure against my clit with the vibrating plug.

  "Beautiful," he assesses. I’m panting desperately as the vibrations play havoc with my body. They stir through my entire upper body, sending jolts of pleasure racing through my system as he continues torturing my throbbing nerve endings.

  "You're not allowed to come, doll," he says, only fueling my bliss by demanding this constraint.

  I moan in reply, shifting to try to ease the pressure being inflicted on my tender bundle of nerves without escaping the sheer ecstasy it‘s bringing me altogether. There's no way for me to escape, as I'm tied in place and at his complete mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me right now and there's nothing I can do about it, except to take it.

  My gaze pierces his, accompanied by the desperate heaving and squirming of my needy body. The toy's vibrations are surprisingly strong and invading my body with a lot more force than any toy I've ever used. I know I could come any moment, if I let myself.

  But I won't. I can do this. I'm determined not to let him down again.

  To my relief, he withdraws the plug after pressing it against my nub with extra force one final time. I groan needily when he moves the plug further down, sliding it along my slickened slit and wetting the tip of it with my juices before he continues on his journey.

  I let out a helpless moan, begging for more, when he teases me in a place no one has ever touched before. His eyes are glued onto mine as he begins to apply gentle pressure on my tight puckered hole, drawing intrusive circles around my anus, all the while observing my reaction.

  "You can do this, can't you, little doll?" he asks, narrowing his eyes in a foreboding manner.

  I nod, biting my lower lip to suppress another moan. "Yes, master."

  I recoil when he moves his other hand toward my center, taking my swollen nub between two fingers and pinching it so harshly that the sensation is almost too much for me to bear. The shriek that escapes my lips is underlined with agony and pleasure in equal measure.

  "No, please, I'm gonna c –"

  "No, you're not," he warns, softening the pinch on my clit, gently rubbing it between his fingers instead.

  I pant in ecstasy, desperate to come, and so, so, close.

  But I won't. I can do this.

  Just when I feel as if I've lost this round as well, I can feel the pressure against my hole increasing. He's slowly pushing the plug forward, stretching me relentlessly. The pain isn't too much to handle, but it serves to act as a hot spice to my mounting arousal.

  "Don't you dare come," he warns me again, noticing my increased agitation.

  He underlines his words with one last push, forcing an undisciplined shriek out of me after the plug breeches the tight ring of muscles. The vibrations stir me in places I've never felt before, obscuring my mind as I melt into the flurry that takes a hold of my insides.

  I've never been so aroused for such a prolonged amount of time, and I don't think I've ever been this desperate to come. I’m not a stranger to orgasms, but I merely got myself off for quick relaxation or to get my mind off of things. I've never been toyed with like this, and I've never been looked at like this.

  Ryan, my master, is getting up on his feet. His eyes never leave me when he strokes one hand across his crotch. He's hard again, displaying an enormous bulge that confirms his desire for me.

  "Look how beautiful you are," he says hoarsely, nodding toward his shielded erection. "Look what you're doing to me."

  I manage nothing but a hearty groan in response. The tremors of the toy have shifted and are no longer torturing me at my most sensitive spot, but my excitement is still growing stronger nonetheless.

  He enjoys the view for a few more moments before he leans his chiseled physique over me, flexing his massive muscles as he begins unfastening the ties binding my left wrist. He doesn't let me lower my arm on my own volition, but grabs my wrist as soon as it is freed. He caresses my sore skin while slowly lowering my arm back down, allowing it to rest on the floor before he moves over to the other side.

  My arms are tingling with an achy pain as the blood flow returns to my limbs. I've been tied up for quite a while, and it shows in the way my limbs react to finally being freed.

  He unties my legs, lowering each one with the same caution and tenderness he showed my arms. The plug continues to oscillate through my core, causing me to jerk as I sit on the floor with my legs lazily stretched out and my arms hanging to the side of my body. Just like a doll, a marionette whose strings have been cut.

  He steps back to watch me adjust to the newly granted freedom. My eyes meet his with furious determination.

  I can do this. I've come this far. If I could get through all of this without giving in to the urges he was tempting me to cave in to, I can withstand so much more.

  It's obvious that he has more in store for me, more to test me, more to toy with me.

  And he's not going to make it easy.

  "Stand up," he commands. "And walk for me."

  Chapter 22

  Ryan

  Her struggle is real this time, I can see it written all acros
s her innocent face as she struggles to get back up on her feet. She's stumbling like a newborn deer, and she has to work even harder to control her long limbs than she normally does.

  She's close to coming, very close, and I know she wouldn't have been able to resist any longer if I had continued to tease her clit like that. I'm strict with her, but I know when to withdraw, when it’s reaching the point of no return.

  Besides, this is not how I want her to climax.

  This time, she's going to come with me buried deep inside of her. I want to feel her tightening around my cock when she peaks for the second time tonight. The knowledge that I will be the first man to ever experience that with her is fueling my desire. I can hardly wait, but I have to.

  I watch as she follows my command, holding on to the bed post as she straightens her back. She pulls her shoulders back and takes a deep cleansing breath before she begins parading for me once again. She's doing better this time, even managing to maintain eye contact despite the turmoil brewing inside her.

  My eyes are glued on her as she obediently walks up and down the length of the room, this time treating the room like it’s an actual runway. She's trembling and struggling to keep her balance, but that's to be expected, especially under the circumstances. This is not the part I'm focusing on as I observe her, my hands wandering to the waistband of my pants.

  It's her posture and her attitude that really draws my attention. She's such a beautiful girl, but for some reason, she chooses to hide that God-given beauty from everyone. I wonder why. Was she bullied as a teenager? Or is she afraid of drawing the wrong kind of attention to herself?

  The green of her eyes stands out in sharp contrast to the red of the room, flashing at me with urgency as soft moans escape her pouty lips. She's fighting, silently begging and pleading for me to end her misery, if one can call it that.