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I push against her chest until she falls on the bed, her eyes still wide with fear. “Shut up.”

The sound of the malice in my voice echoes through my mask, hitting my ears more than once. After grabbing one of the tools off the bed, I stalk around the bed until I’m on the other side, eyeing her naked body lying across my bed. Such a beautiful sight.

Grabbing her hands, I rip them over her head and slap the handcuffs around both of her wrists. When it’s locked, I dig in the bed frame until I find the strap with carabiners attached. I’m surprised she’s never found this before, but I wasn’t ready to show it to her, either. I hook one of the carabiners to the chain between the handcuffs, keeping her hands over her head and taking away her ability to move them.

She tries, though. She yanks up and down, and from side to side as I stalk back around the bed, never taking my eyes off of her. “D-do I need a safe word?” she asks, sounding nervous for the punishment she asked for. Good.

I chuckle darkly, watching her body tense up at the sound. “You can certainly use one, but it won’t work. You’re not getting out of this.”

When I’m standing in front of her, I grab the blindfold next to her and crawl over her until I can fit it over her head. I don’t want her to touch me or herself, and she doesn’t get to look at me. Not even with the mask on.

As I slip the blindfold over her eyes, taking away her vision, I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Do you think you can just grab my cock and everything will be better? You don’t get to speak to me the way you have been. I’m not going to just lay down and take it. If you want me to be the villain of your story, then I’ll gladly fill that role, and you’re going to love every second.”

She’s panting now, her entire body trembling as I climb off of her. It’s almost a relief to be like this in front of her. I’ve worked hard to be my best self when she’s around, only showing her glimpses of the darkness inside of me. Now, she gets to be the target of that darkness. She’ll realize just how good I’ve been to her.

“Spread your legs, Ainsley,” I command her in my malicious tone. My cock is aching as it sticks straight out, looking forward to punishing her as much as I am. As she snaps her knees together, she fights against her restraints again.

“Please, I’m sorry,” she cries out. I don’t listen. Grabbing both of her knees, I rip them apart, spreading her open for me. Her arousal glistens against her bare pussy, showing me just how much this is turning her on. “I don’t want this anymore. I’ll make it up to you another way.”

“Too late,” I tell her. She struggles again, but I shove my cock deep inside of her in a punishing thrust. She cries out from the invasion and tries to close her legs again, but I’m already between them, keeping her from pushing me out.

I don’t stop there. I pull out and thrust back in, setting a punishing pace for my pleasure, not hers. But that doesn’t stop her from enjoying this. Her back arches off the bed as her pussy contracts around me, trying to pull me even deeper than I already am.

I slap her pussy; the sound reverberates through the room over the sounds of the bed creaking. She cries out, this time from pain instead of pleasure. “You don’t get to come.”

As she calms down from the pain and starts to enjoy this again, I slap her pussy again, listening to her whimpering from the pain. “Repeat after me.”

She nods her head quickly, ready to do whatever I say now. She asked for this, after all.

“You will never accuse me of being like him again.”

“I will never compare you to him again.”

“I’m nothing like him, and you knew it when you said that.”

“You’re nothing like him, and I knew it when I said it,” she cries, emotion laced through her words. She means every word she just said, even if I made her say it. “I’m sorry.”

I slap her pussy again, feeling her starting to quiver around me. I’m already so close with the quick pace I set, but I’m not done with her yet.

“You trust I will never do anything to hurt you, and everything I do is for your own good.”

“You’ll never hurt me. Everything you do is for my own good.”

“Everything I do is for you, Ainsley. Tell me how grateful you are.”

“I’m grateful,” she cries out. “I’m grateful to you for everything you do. You keep me safe. You’re getting revenge for me. You love me.”

“Now tell me you love me, too.”

Fuck, I’m not done, but I can’t hold it in anymore. I slap her pussy one last time as I shoot into her, not wanting my orgasm to make her come.

“I can’t,” she sobs. My groans fill the room, almost overpowering her words, but we both heard them. We both heard the torment in her voice when she said them, too.

As my body stops shaking, I pull out of her and pull my next toy off the bed. “I want to be done,” she tells me, trying her best to sound calm through her tears.

“No,” I deny her. I’m not done with her punishment. Grabbing her hips, I flip her over, twisting her arms still stuck in the handcuffs. “Get up on your knees.”

She obeys my command and slowly climbs onto her knees, her entire body weak and trembling. It’s been a hard day for both of us, and by the time I’m done, she won’t be able to take anymore.

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