Page 42 of Violent Delights

He hums in approval. “Oh, I will.”

My heart jumps when he reaches over to the night stand next to my bed, opening the first drawer to fetch a condom. I know that they’ve been in there all this time, and I’ve been waiting for him to open that damn drawer for so long.

I feel so adrift and helpless before him, and it’s this understanding of being at his mercy that fuels my heated need for him. I’ve wanted to feel this way, and despite the frightening reality of these circumstances, I cannot help but yearn for the final step. For him.

He rolls the condom over his hard length in no time, teasing me by placing his head at my wet entrance with no apparent intention to move any further. He casts me a dark smile, full of promise and the knowledge that he has won.

I don’t care. I don’t care if he thinks he has me right where he wanted me all along. All I care for is my own pleasure, my own needs that still don’t stand fulfilled. I tried to shift myself closer to him, but my legs are tied so tightly that it’s hard for me to move across the sheets, especially since I can’t do anything with my arms.

“Please,” I beg, looking up at him, his tip already parting my lips. “Fuck me, Master.”

It’s what he has been waiting for, the magic word, the appropriate way to address him, especially when uttering a greedy wish.

He leans forward, his muscular chest hovering over me, while he parts me with his enormous girth, shoving his cock into my hungry core with sensual deliberation. I moan, taking him inch for inch, until his pelvis is pressed against my center, his entire length filling me like no one has before.

Again, his eyes are fixated on my face, reading every little reaction as he takes me for the first time. He stays in place for a few moments, watching me squirm beneath him, breathing rapidly as I accommodate him inside me.

His hands find their way to my bound thighs, spreading my legs apart as far as possible before he starts pounding me with a sudden savagery that takes my breath away. I shriek in surprise, but soon my cries turn into conflicting outbursts of ecstasy and pain as the rope cuts into my skin as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.

This is raw, violent fucking that lacks the fear of consequences. We have nothing to lose and nothing to prove to each other. When he grabs me by the hip, slightly elevating me from the sheets, I feel nothing but the pleasure his rough pounding sends through my body in strong waves.

I don’t worry about looking pretty for him, because I know he’s mesmerized by me either way. There’s something in his eyes when he looks at me, a mysterious spark that speaks of the sick devotion he has for the woman he robbed and calls his pet.

His face is lined with exertion and lust, drops of sweat running down his temples while he continues to slam into me like a wild beast. He takes what he wants from me, and I can tell that the wait has been long for him, too. His vicious handling of my body speaks of a desperate need, just as my cries of rapture do. I can only let it happen, wrapped up in hot knowledge that I’m his possession, his pet, his biggest pleasure.

A yelp of surprise escapes my mouth when he picks me up by the hips, turning me around as if I weigh nothing, temporarily withdrawing his cock from me. Even this short moment without him is enough to make me realize how much I crave feeling him inside me.

I groan with desperation, instinctively hollowing my back, begging to feel him. His hands reach for the knots at my back, tightening the rope around my chest as he pulls on it while shoving his cock back inside. I’m balancing on my knees, the rope cutting into the flesh on my legs, as I try to stretch my legs despite the restraints. It’s as if there are a thousand needles, prickling all over my body, intensifying each sensation he’s inflicting on me.

He keeps hold of the rope around my upper body with one hand, but the other moves between my legs, finding the spot just above my entrance. I groan when a sharp thrill bolts through my core, as he begins playing with my slick clit.

I want to warn him, tell him that I might come any moment, but my face is shoved into the sheets, suffocating every potential verbalization of my thoughts.

He wouldn’t mind, anyway, it seems. His motions accelerate, torturing my body to the edge of release.

“Come!” I hear his voice behind me. “Come on my cock, my pet.”

Even within the short time of seven days, my body has learned to obey his command. The groan I let out when an explosive release takes hold of me seems to come from far away, from a different person even. I bathe in a pool of ecstasy, a delight that is so voracious, it almost renders me unconscious.

Just as my climax starts to recede with its last, violent waves, I can feel him throbbing inside me, joining my elation just before it’s fading.

I don’t think I ever came this hard, this long. I’m physically and mentally exhausted, panting so heavily that I’m close to hyperventilating.

He turns me over onto my back, my center still pulsating with the aftermath of our joint pleasure, when he lowers himself over my trembling body, placing his elbows next to my head before he leans in for the kiss I was denied before. It’s a greedy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, as if we’re just beginning our play. I reciprocate his longing, relishing the passionate embrace of our lips.

Our eyes meet when he stops our kiss, drops of sweat running down his handsome face as he moves a wet strand of hair out of my face, looking at me like he never has before.

“Ruby,” he breathes. “That was insane.”

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