by Julia Sykes
“Good girl,” I ground out, desire consuming me. She’d worried that she wouldn’t be able to accept my full length, but I’d been right in saying she’d be able to take me.
I kept my thumb deep in her mouth, and she continued licking me. She rocked against the Sybian, her tongue moving against my finger almost frantically as she neared completion. Her gaze dropped to my erection, and she let out a needy little whine.
Rewarding her, I reached down with my free hand and pinched her nipples. “Come for me.”
She didn’t take her eyes off my cock as she screamed out her orgasm. I resumed stroking in and out of her mouth. Her lips clamped down on my thumb, as though desperate to keep me inside. She licked it like her favorite candy, her ecstatic moan vibrating on her tongue.
I pulled my thumb away, and she whimpered her disappointment.
“Don’t forget to count for me,” I reminded her as I turned off the machine.
She remained silent, her eyes lifting to mine. She stared up at me, appearing almost entranced. Her lovely eyes were dark with lust, her mouth open and waiting for more.
A low laugh rumbled from my chest as arrogant pleasure rolled through me. She didn’t find the sight of my face horrifying, as she had in the beginning. Instead, she regarded me with open fascination. I was the first to introduce her to this bliss, the first to show her what her body was capable of.
I would give her pleasure, but I also intended to take, to claim.
“You were supposed to count your orgasms,” I prompted.
She blinked, dazed. “What? Oh. One.”
“That’s not nearly enough for my greedy gatita, is it? I want more, too.”
I turned the machine on again. As soon as the vibrations started, her gaze riveted on my erection again. Her body was already responding to my conditioning: focusing on my cock earned her an orgasm.
She licked her lips, seeking more stimulation against her tongue.
“You want to see me?” I asked roughly.
She nodded and rolled her hips, resuming her grinding motion at the thought of looking at my dick.
A feral sound slipped through my teeth, and I unbuckled my belt, almost fumbling in my hurry to free myself from my slacks.
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. She scooted back a little, as though startled. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen me, but the view from her kneeling position would be different for her. More overwhelming.
The fact that she found my size intimidating, despite her obvious hunger, took me to the edge. I fisted the base of my shaft and squeezed, staving off my need to come on her face.
“You’re going to make me lose control,” I growled. “Do you have any idea how delicious you are? So innocent and nervous about pleasing me.” I touched two fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face. “You do please me, Samantha. Very much.”
Her lips curved up at the corners, her spine straightening as she basked in my praise. I trailed my fingers over her soft cheek. “You’re perfect. So pretty with your body bound and shaking for me. Do you want to come again?”
“Yes,” she gasped, rolling her hips against the machine.
“You can come when you kiss my cock. Show me how much you want to come. Show me how much you want me.” I ground out the command. I needed her to want me, to crave me.
She pressed her lips to my cockhead in a kiss that would have been chaste if it weren’t for the lewdness of the act. A little needy sound slipped from her when my pre-cum painted her mouth.
“Come,” I commanded, triggering her orgasm in time with her lips touching my cock. I pinched her nipples in the way I was learning she liked, giving her just the right amount of pain to push her over the edge.
She shrieked out her ecstasy, and I rubbed my cock over her parted lips, stimulating her mouth as the Sybian stimulated her cunt.
She started to come down from her orgasm, panting against my shaft as she became overly sensitive. I didn’t turn off the machine this time. She didn’t get another reprieve. She’d come over and over again, until I decided I was satisfied and came down her throat.
“Please,” she begged for mercy, her legs trembling. “It’s too much.”
“Count,” I demanded.
“Two,” she whined, squirming on the machine. My restraints kept her locked in place, helpless to escape the sensations I inflicted upon her.
I released her nipples and twined her flame-red hair around my fist. “You’re going to have another one. You’re going to cry out in pleasure while your mouth is full of my cock. I want to feel you scream.”
She shuddered, and her squirming regulated to a steady rocking motion as she rolled her hips against the Sybian. My filthy words had eased her discomfort, reigniting her lust.
“Taste me,” I ordered. “You can come as many times as you want.”
She flicked her tongue against my cockhead, making teasing contact. I hissed in sharp breath through gritted teeth. “More.”
She obeyed, exploring me with her tongue. There was nothing tentative or shy about the way she tasted me, learning the feel and flavor of my cock.
“Very good. Just like that.” I dimly noted that my accented words were barely discernable, but she seemed to understand the encouragement.
She pressed her tongue flat beneath my shaft, and another orgasm rolled through her body, incited by my rough praise. Samantha was enjoying pleasing me. Training her to love sucking my cock was even easier than I’d thought it would be.
And more erotic than I could have imagined.
She started licking my length as she quivered from bliss. I bit out a curse as my own pleasure crested in response. I ruthlessly suppressed it.
“How many?” I demanded as she came down from her peak.
“Hmmm?” she hummed, her lips vibrating against me.
My fingers tightened in her hair, as though that would help me cling on to my control. She was getting saucy with me. My kinky virgin was beginning to understand the unique power a woman on her knees could possess: the power to make a man come undone.
I’d train that idea out of her before it could take root.
“You know, gatita. Don’t toy with me,” I rebuked. “How many?”
“Three,” she sighed, rubbing her cheek against me apologetically.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Worship my cock. Just like that.”
She rubbed her lips down my shaft, but the light contact wasn’t enough for me anymore. I needed to feel the wet heat of her mouth around my dick.
“Suck me.”
She opened her mouth on my command, stroking my length with her tongue as I slid inside. My eager girl tried to lean forward to take me deeper, but I stopped her with my grip on her hair.
“Slowly, sirenita,” I corrected her.
I held her in place and eased back, until only my cockhead remained between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, her eyes lifting to mine. The sight of my innocent captive staring up at me with my cock in her mouth filled me with savage satisfaction. An almost vicious sound tore from my chest, and her lithe body shuddered as she came again. She screamed against me, the vibrations around my cock driving me to madness.
I thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, and I pulled back so she could breathe. Her reaction wasn’t going to stop me. I wasn’t going to go easy on her this first time. I couldn’t. Not with her wide doe eyes locked under my hungry gaze, her innocence tempting and tormenting me. I wanted to ruin her, defile her. Mark her with my cum.
“Relax,” I growled. “I’m going to come down your throat.”
She moaned, the only sound she was capable of with my shaft filling her mouth. I slid into her again, and she suppressed her gag reflex.
“Good girl.” I eased my hold on her hair and massaged her scalp as I pushed into her throat.
My orgasm slammed into me, and I released my pleasure on a feral roar. I held myself deep inside her mouth for a moment before pulling back, coating he
r tongue with my cum.
“Swallow,” I snarled. “Take everything I give you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the sight of my completion, the taste of my cum, or my crass orders that made her come apart again. As she swallowed my seed, she shuddered and tensed, moaning against my cock. I pulled free from her lips, but her hungry tongue followed, licking me clean as the last of my high faded.
I ran my fingers through her hair, murmuring words of praise. I slipped into Spanish, but she seemed too lost to care what I was saying, anyway.
Finally, I pulled away from her and turned off the Sybian. She collapsed in exhaustion, and I had to support her as I freed her wrists from the cuffs. I dropped down on one knee and claimed her mouth. The salty tang of my own release mingled with her unique flavor, an intoxicating cocktail. I didn’t mind tasting myself on her. It felt right to mark her this way, to spill my seed between her lips as she eagerly accepted everything I gave her.
After a while, I freed her from my kiss and uncuffed her ankles. When she was no longer bound, I lifted her in my arms, holding her close. I loved the feel of her pressed up against my chest, her cheek resting against me as though she felt perfectly safe and content there.
“How many times did you come?” I asked as I carried her out of the playroom.
“Oh. Um…like, five? Maybe?”
I chuckled. My kitten was very cute when she was sleepy, especially after an orgasm. I didn’t even think about punishing her for forgetting to count them.
She let out a happy sigh and snuggled into my chest. Our training session had been far more successful than I could have hoped for.
Chapter 12
Over the last week, Samantha had been very well behaved. She hadn’t begged me to fuck her yet, but I was content to wait for that a while longer. She was becoming highly skilled at sucking my cock, and I kept her drunk on pleasure, as well. It hadn’t taken me long to learn exactly how she liked to be stroked and pinched.
When she got too sassy, a sound spanking was enough to correct her. I hadn’t taken her back into the playroom, even though the idea of whipping her appealed to me.
But she’d become so terrified after our first punishment session that I couldn’t bring myself to push her that hard again. I’d resolved to earn her willing submission, and she wouldn’t surrender herself to me if I hurt her without cause. If she earned another whipping, she’d get one. Otherwise, I was content with her progress.
She allowed me to feed her and bathe her without complaint, and she snuggled close to me in the night. She hardly even complained about being kept chained to my bed anymore. She was settling into acceptance of our routine, and I always made sure to leave her with new reading material. I didn’t want my clever Samantha to get bored in my absence. I liked her smile too much to make her sad. Besides, she was much more cooperative when she was in a good mood.
Things had been going so smoothly, I hadn’t realized we were halfway to Cristian’s deadline until he summoned me to a meeting. I tried to ignore the nauseating churning in my gut as I rode my elevator down to the basement. Cristian only ever wanted to meet me here if he had gruesome plans or he wanted to bait me. Or both.
He didn’t order me to bring Samantha, I reassured myself for the dozenth time. If he intended to torture someone, at least it wouldn’t be her.
I’d sworn I wouldn’t allow him to touch her ever again, but my brother was as smart as he was sadistic. And he controlled a small army of men. If he really wanted to take my pretty captive from me, he’d find a way to do it. I’d fight for her, I’d bleed for her, but I knew the reality of the situation.
“Hermanito,” he greeted me when the elevator doors opened, his voice devoid of any brotherly warmth. “It’s good to see you.”
The only seating in the concrete room was a rigid metal chair, where Cristian liked to restrain his victims. That, or he chained their wrists and hung them from the ceiling, so his knife had better access to all parts of the body.
I barely looked at the chair. Sitting on it was out of the question.
I strode into the room, as though the pervasive smell of damp, blood, and piss didn’t make my stomach turn. I stopped several feet away from my brother, keeping a careful distance between us. I could feel his bodyguards flanking me. Their nearness at my back set my teeth on edge.
“What do you want?” I demanded. I wouldn’t play into his sick game. He could say whatever he needed to say, and then I’d leave. Maybe I’d go back to Samantha for a little while, even though it wasn’t even midday yet. Burying my cock in her hot mouth would clear the chill from my bones.
“I want to check in on Samantha Browning’s progress. How is your new toy? Have you broken her in yet?”
“You said three weeks,” I reminded him, keeping my voice as even as I could manage.
He stroked his chin, pretending to consider something. I knew from years of experience that this was something he feigned when he’d already specifically devised how to provoke me.
“Hmmm. I did say that, didn’t I? It just that I’ve been thinking. If you’re not making progress with her, I have a strategy of my own to make her cooperate.”
I tamped down my possessive rage, bit back the furious declaration that she belonged to me, not him.
That was exactly what he wanted from me. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
His brows rose. “Aren’t you interested in my idea? If you’re not making headway, I’m happy to work on her myself.”
“I won’t let you mutilate her,” I snapped before I could stop myself.
A slow, icy grin spread over his face. “I have no intention of cutting her up,” he said in a soothing tone, as though trying to placate me. “I’m going to dose her with Bliss.”
“You won’t touch her,” I growled and took a step toward him. I felt the guards shadow my movement, and I forced myself to freeze before I did something stupid. If Cristian managed to neutralize me, I couldn’t protect Samantha.
His smile curved with malice. “You misunderstand me. I have no intention of touching her. The opposite, in fact. I’ll chain her down, dose her with Bliss, and watch her scream and beg for me to fuck her. Have you ever seen what the drug does when the user doesn’t get release? I’ve broken in a few of my more reluctant whores with one dose. They’ll do anything to avoid experiencing that pain again. And I don’t even have to bring out my knife. Not a drop of blood spilled or a single scar left behind.”
Nausea curled up my throat as he spoke. I swallowed it down and clenched my jaw to hold in my tirade. Cristian was toying with me. He didn’t intend to follow through.
“I’m sure it wouldn’t take three weeks for Samantha to break under that kind of pressure. The only complication is that might shatter her mind completely, and then, she wouldn’t be useful to me. So, little brother. I’ll leave her with you for a while longer, until she’s ready to work for me. I need her brain intact when you give her back to me.”
“Samantha belongs to me,” I snarled, my fingers curling to fists at my sides. “I’m keeping her.”
Cristian held up his hands in a false show of contrition. “Fine. Keep her. She’s not much to look at, so if you want to fuck her, that’s fine with me. I know you don’t have many other options, and it’s not like she can say no.” He smirked as his gaze lingered on my ruined face.
I had to leave before I tried to tear him apart. I knew I was physically capable of it. My brother wasn’t a small man, but I was much bigger.
But I knew better than to challenge him. If I did, he’d find a way to punish me, and I’d already shown my hand when it came to my obsession with Samantha. If Cristian wanted to hurt me, he’d use her to do it.
“Message received,” I ground out. “You said three weeks. She’ll be ready.”
His smirk remained fixed in place, his black eyes glittering under the spare yellow lightbulb. “I think you understand what will happen to her if she’s not. You can go.”
I turned an
d walked stiffly back to the elevator, trying not to breathe in the stench that surrounded me. My senses were on high alert, and everything about this room made me want to vomit. Images of my sweet Samantha strung up for my brother’s sadistic torment flickered at the edges of my mind. I tried to shove them away, but they began to blend with my own memories of blood and screams and shame.
As soon as I stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, I sucked in a deep breath. I tasted a coppery tang on my tongue, and I realized I’d bitten the inside of my cheek.
I shook my head to clear away the memories and focused on thoughts of Samantha.
Yes, she was what I needed right now. I wanted to make her scream for me. Not my brother.
She would tremble and cry. Her pale skin would turn red under my whip.
The elevator finally stopped, granting me entry to my penthouse. I stormed into the bedroom, but she didn’t so much as glance up from her graphic novel.
I didn’t hesitate to harness her full attention.
I hooked my fingers through the back of her collar, drawing it tight against her throat as I gripped it at her nape.
“Andrés,” she gasped, jerking in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to explain myself to my fucktoy. Instead, I focused on unlocking the chain at the front of her collar. When she was free, I tossed her over my shoulder.
“Put me down!” The fact that she thought she could still make demands just proved how poorly I’d been handling her. I’d indulged in a fantasy where I could have all of her, not just a devoted slave. It was past time that she learned her role in this relationship. Her obedience to my will was all that would save her from my brother.
I slapped her thigh with more force than usual, ignoring her indignant squeal as I carried her into the playroom.
