by Julia Sykes
“Answer me,” I prompted, relishing toying with her. I didn’t have to torture her to draw out the truth; my perverse form of torment would achieve the desired result. “Be honest, and I’ll kiss your pretty pink nipples.”
“No. Not really. Not like this.” The confession streamed from her lips. “I went to a convention once. I dressed up like The Dark Phoenix. From X-Men. Cosplay, you know? So, this guy was Wolverine. I met him at an after-party. He kissed me and copped a feel. But it was over my costume. So I guess that doesn’t really count. Does it? I used to think so. But I—”
I ended her rapid-fire speech by sucking her nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the needy bud. I didn’t want to hear about this other man. It was enough to know that I truly was the first to touch her this way, to know that she’d never experienced this with another man.
I allowed myself to be a little rougher with her, testing her pain tolerance as I pinched and tugged at her nipples. The little keening sounds that left her lips made dark pleasure suffuse my system. She was lost, completely in my power.
Her head thrashed from side to side as her sexual frustration mounted, and she began to lift her hips in wanton invitation.
I rested my palm low on her belly, my fingertips teasing the soft curls above her clit. “And your pretty little pussy,” I prompted. “Has any man ever touched you here?”
“No,” she admitted on a whimper.
“Poor little virgin,” I murmured, half-mocking. Her innocence made her that much more susceptible to me. She didn’t have the faintest idea of how to suppress her lust, how to put up mental barriers to resist the pleasure I was eliciting. “You need to be touched, don’t you?”
“I… I want…” She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing beneath the blindfold.
“Tell your Master what you want,” I cooed. “Tell me how you like to be touched. Do you put your fingers inside your tight pussy? Or do you rub your little clit?”
“I don’t. I can’t. It’s…”
She tensed slightly, so I continued stroking her until the little flare of unease dissipated in the wake of need.
“You don’t touch yourself?” Shock colored my satisfaction. I’d already learned that another man had never touched her this way, but I could hardly fathom that she’d never brought herself pleasure. Now that I thought about it, even the idea of her panting alone as the touched herself under the darkness of her covers made something like jealousy pierce my gut. “You’ve never made yourself come?”
“I… No,” she whined, shifting instinctively beneath my hand.
“So, you’ve never had an orgasm at all?”
She shook her head and tried to lift her hips. I pressed my palm down on her belly to prevent her from rubbing her clit against my fingers where they teased just above her soaked cunt.
“Then let me show you what your body is capable of.” I growled out the words, hungry for her orgasm. My orgasm. She’d never forget that I owned her, not after this. I’d intended to make her beg to come, but my innocent little captive wouldn’t even know what she was pleading for. “In the future, you will beg me for this.”
I finally slipped my hand farther down her cunt, sliding one finger between her slick folds. Her inner muscles contracted, and I bit back a curse at how tight she was. I’d have to train her to take a lot more than just my finger before she’d be prepared for my cock.
That would come another day. Hopefully, not too far into the future. I ached to drive inside this tight heat, to feel her pussy gripping my cock the way it was squeezing my finger.
I strengthened my resolve, relishing this moment instead of anticipating what was to come. This was her first orgasm, and it was all mine.
I pressed farther, easing inside her. I noted with mild surprise that her hymen didn’t stall my progress, and for a moment, I doubted her. Had she been lying about her virginity?
No. Samantha wasn’t capable of lying, especially not when she’d fallen completely under my thrall. Her hymen could have been broken in other ways; it wasn’t uncommon.
When my palm cupped her pussy, my finger buried deep inside her, a broken sob wracked her chest.
“Too much,” she gasped. “It’s too much. Please—”
“Don’t fight it.” I wouldn’t allow her to resist me. Not now. Not ever. I found the spot at the front of her inner walls that would make her come undone. I curled my finger against it and pressed my thumb down on her clit at the same time. “Come for me, sirenita.”
She came undone on a scream, her flushed body writhing as pleasure overtook her. She shifted her hips mindlessly in a wanton, greedy display as she rode out her orgasm.
Her wild undulations eventually stilled, leaving her panting and trembling as I continued to stroke her through the final moments of her orgasm.
We might have a lot more work to do before Samantha acknowledged her place at my feet, but in this moment, I’d thoroughly conquered her.
Chapter 5
I watched her as I got undressed. She was still bound to my bed, her slender body stretched out before me. Her ragged breathing had finally begun to even out. I wasn’t entirely certain she was conscious. The blindfold still covered her eyes. I wanted to peer into them and study her reactions to me now that I’d given her unknown pleasure.
I decided to allow her to float in her post-orgasmic haze for a while longer. When I was naked, I went about freeing her from her bonds. I unlocked the handcuffs and pressed a kiss on the pink rings around each of her wrists, my lips brushing them with reverence. The marks were so pretty on her pale skin. I couldn’t wait to see what her flesh would look like when I took my whip to her ass.
That would come a little later. I couldn’t wait much longer; the monster in me growled for her pain. For now, I’d take care of her immediate needs. I didn’t want to break my little doll by pushing too hard, too fast. A broken toy was of no use to me, so I’d treat her with tenderness for the moment.
She remained still as I unlocked the collar from around her throat and unbuckled the cuffs around her ankles. When I tugged the blindfold free, her eyes remained closed. Her breathing was deep and even, but I suspected she was awake. Her flushed features were smooth, relaxed as she drifted in her blissful haze.
I lifted her up and carried her toward the bathroom, holding her a bit more tightly to my chest than absolutely necessary. I liked the contrast of her creamy flesh against my tanned coloring. She was so soft against me, her perfectly smooth skin practically glowing. It made the scars that crisscrossed my chest seem darker than ever.
I swallowed a grimace and set her down on her feet. Her lashes fluttered when her soles made contact with the cool tiles, and I took a moment to steady her before I turned on the shower. Water sprayed in every direction, streaming from all six showerheads. Neither of us would get chilled while the other stood beneath the cascade. I hadn’t indulged in having company in my shower in a long time, and I moved almost eagerly as I closed my hands around Samantha’s waist and half-lifted her into the glass-fronted stall.
The temperature was close to scalding—just how I liked it—but her skin flamed red almost instantly. I adjusted the knob to cool the water. I didn’t want her to feel any discomfort after the pleasure I’d just given her.
Now, it was her turn to please me, and I woudn’t do anything that might pull her out of her submissive state of mind.
I settled my hands on her hips and guided her to lean back against me, pulling her ass flush with my erection. A soft whimper slipped through her lips, and I stalled my plans for a moment.
“You’re still afraid of my cock,” I surmised gently. “But you’re not afraid when I touch you anymore, are you?”
I pumped soap into my hand from the dispenser on the wall. The sea-salt scent usually clung to my skin, and the idea imprinting my scent on her made something stir in my chest. I rubbed it into her breasts, teasing her nipples under my palms. They quickly hardened beneath my touch, and I indulged in plucking
at them, tugging and teasing. The torment elicited a soft moan from her, and she relaxed back into my chest. Samantha liked a little bite of pain.
My lips curved into a twisted smile. I kept one hand at her breasts while I skimmed the other down her belly. I teased my forefinger over her clit, applying pressure as I rubbed the little nub for a few seconds. She shuddered, and her head dropped back onto my shoulder as she melted.
“You are a greedy girl,” I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew you’d be like this. But you don’t deserve a reward. Not yet.”
She let out the most adorable little whine when I withdrew my hand. Training her might be easier than I’d anticipated. I’d relished the challenge in her stormy eyes, but now that I had her soft and plaint in my hands, I found I didn’t mind that our transition into Master and slave might not take as long as I’d thought.
My cock was so hard it ached. I was more than ready for her to bring me release.
I grasped her shoulders and turned her to face me. My lust soured when her gaze darted around the bathroom, flitting from one spot to another to avoid falling on me. On my scars.
When she’d been blindfolded, it had been far too easy to forget that I’d been carved up, my monstrous exterior matching the demon inside me.
“You don’t like looking at me,” I said, the words coming out in a careful monotone. “My scars frighten you.”
“It’s not that,” she said quickly, still avoiding looking directly at me. “I mean, you’re scary. But your scars aren’t why you scare me. Well, kind of, because they mean you’re violent. But this is just a tic I have. I don’t really like looking at anyone. I have to for work, sometimes. It takes effort. It makes me uncomfortable. I mean…” She trailed off, swallowing hard.
Silence settled between us, tension gripping my muscles as I contemplated my next words. “Would it make you more comfortable if I told you I didn’t get these scars in a fight?” I finally asked. She thought the furrows in my flesh were marks of my violent nature. I was a brutal man, but I didn’t want her to think of me that way. If she feared me too much, I’d never earn her devotion. She needed to understand that I’d never cause her pain on cruel impulse. I’d always be fair and careful with her.
She blinked, her lovely blue eyes finally meeting mine. “What? Then how—”
“That’s enough questions.” I cut her off. “I am a violent man, but I won’t harm you. I’ll never let anyone harm you. You’re mine, which means you’ll be protected. It also means you’ll accept my touch and my cock. Look at me.” Her gaze hadn’t left mine, but I wasn’t ordering her to meet my eye. “All of me,” I prompted.
She remained locked under my steady stare, and she didn’t obey.
“Now, cosita.” The edge on my words served as sufficient warning. Her eyes flicked down my body, skipping over my scarred chest to fix on my cock.
Her lips parted when her jaw dropped. Now that she’d finally looked at me, she appeared transfixed. She’d never seen a naked man before, and her fascinated reaction made me impossibly harder.
“Touch me,” I ground out, losing some of my control over myself.
Her fingers didn’t so much as tremble when she trailed them down my shaft, feeling me for the first time. Her sharp intake of breath as she explored my cock made me want to groan. I swallowed the sound of weakness. I wasn’t an inexperienced boy who was going to come all over her belly before she even gripped my length.
Her slender fingers wrapped around me, pumping down in a tentative slide.
“Good girl.” My praise was ragged with suppressed lust. The innocent little virgin I’d toyed with and taken under my power only minutes ago was threatening to unman me. It was almost shameful, but I was far too aroused by her fascination to experience any chagrin. She’d never looked at my scarred face like she was now looking at my cock; there was something greedy in the way she watched my shaft pulse beneath her tentative touch.
I reached between us with my soap-slick hand and applied a liberal amount, easing the glide of her fingers down my length. This time, I couldn’t bite back my groan, but I no longer cared.
“Do you know how hot it is watching you touch me?” I rasped, possessive lust raging through my veins. “Knowing I’m the first man you’ve touched. The only man you will ever touch. Your first and only, my sweet virgin.”
Shock lanced my desire when she used her free hand to cup my balls, feeling their weight as she explored me further.
A filthy exclamation slipped from my tongue before I could hold it back.
The corners of her lips curved in a sly smile. I’d given too much away in that moment. She knew my control was cracking beneath her inexperienced hand.
“Naughty gatita,” I rebuked, fisting her wet hair around my hand. “Very naughty.”
She squeezed my shaft, and I cursed again. My fingers tightened in her hair, but her smile ticked up in smug satisfaction.
“Make me come, sirenita.” I issued the command in a vain attempt to cling to my power over her. The way my hips pumped toward her betrayed the true shifting power dynamic between us, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I came on a rough shout, transfixed by the sight of my cum lashing at her belly, marking her before the streaming water washed it away. As I finished, I pressed my body against hers, pushing her back against the tiled wall and bracing my hands at either side of her head. My muscles felt oddly weak in the wake of my climax, and I blinked hard to clear the stars from my vision.
She continued stroking me, to the point of discomfort.
“That’s enough.” I should have been ashamed of the shudder that raced through my shoulders and down my arms, but I was too sated to care. I’d never experienced release that intense, and she’d only used her hands. I supposed the torment of denying myself while I played with her and made her come for the first time had pent up my lust more than I’d expected.
Whatever the reason, she looked far too pleased with herself. I wanted to fuck the sly smile right off her face, but that lesson in humility could come later.
For now, there were other ways to humiliate her and remind her of who was really in charge.
I didn’t bother to hide the menace from my sharp grin. “Time for your reward, gatita.”
“What?” she asked, her smile slipping.
“Good girls get positive reinforcement.” I stroked her cheek to communicate my pleasure with her, but I didn’t soften the cruel intent from my expression. “Remember, my pet?” I leaned in, so I could whisper in her ear. “Your Master is training you to please him. You did very well. You’ve earned a reward.”
“No.” Her denial shook slightly.
Satisfaction unfurled in my chest in response to the fresh fear in her eyes. She might be defiant, but it wouldn’t be difficult to subdue her. My mouth watered at the prospect.
“You don’t get to refuse, pet.”
“I’m not your pet.” An hour ago, she would have snapped the words. Now, they were a whispered, weak protest.
“Aren’t you? You wanted to act like a naughty gatita. You will be tamed, Samantha.”
“I won’t.” I doubted she could hear the perverted desire in her breathy refusal. She really did find arousal in her trepidation when I threatened her with erotic torment.
“Your little pussy wouldn’t get so wet for me if you didn’t want this,” I countered smoothly. “You wouldn’t have come so hard while you were bound and at my mercy.”
“That’s so fucked up. You’re—”
I clamped my hand over her lips, smothering the dirty words before more could spill from her pure lips. This was a particular bad habit I was keen to discipline out of her.
“We’re going to have to work on that tongue of yours. I have a pretty gag that I think will suit you well until you can learn to mind your language when you speak to me.”
Her long, ginger lashes flew wide, and she tried to shake her head in denial. I firmed my fingers on her face to still the sign of refus
al.
“Hush now, gatita. It’s time for your reward.”
Just like a naughty kitten, she clawed at my forearm, struggling to free her mouth. I barely felt the sting of her nails on my flesh, but the aggressive action elicited a growl from my chest.
I released her lips so I could grab her shoulders and spin her away from me. I pressed my weight into her back, forcing her breasts against the cool tiles. She yelped and tried to push back, her hands slipping uselessly against the slick wall.
The shocked sound stopped abruptly when I wrapped my hand around her throat, applying pressure to her windpipe. I allowed her just enough space to draw in shallow breaths, but in her panic, her throat contracted beneath my hold.
“Breathe, cosita,” I urged, not alleviating any of the mild pressure I was exerting. She could still breathe, if she focused and stopped struggling. She would get as much oxygen as I allowed her to have. It seemed she truly did need a lesson in humility.
She stopped fighting, her body softening against mine as she drew in as much air as she could. I continued to hold her slender neck as I reached between her legs with my free hand.
She was even wetter than I’d anticipated, her labia still slick despite the water cascading over her skin. Was she aroused from stimulating my cock and drawing out my orgasm? Or was she turned on by my hand on her throat?
I allowed myself to imagine it was a little of both. Samantha was perfectly suited to my needs.
Her pulse jumped beneath my palm as I moved my touch farther back, my forefinger finding her puckered bud. She jerked in my hold and choked when she tried to suck in a gasp. I gave her a moment to remember how to breathe before applying pressure to her asshole. She clenched, denying my entrance. Although I could easily penetrate her by force, I didn’t want to damage her. I intended to train her to enjoy every form of sexual stimulation. She would take me in all her holes, in every way I desired.
I nipped at her earlobe, giving her the little bite of pain that I’d already learned she enjoyed. Her lower muscles contracted, then eased. My fingertip slipped inside her, stretching her virgin asshole for the first time.
