Page 37 of Violent Delights

Nothing worked as well as this.

I found my outlet in women, not in their embrace, but in their terror. They may only play a role for me, but their faces, painted with both agony and bliss are what keeps me sane.

And so far, none of them have done the job as well as Ruby.

Now as I look at her on one of the screens in my office, I can’t help but feel a warm wave of gratefulness flooding my entire being.

She’s tied to her bed, her naked body hidden under that red fur coat, the one thing she needs to protect herself from me. It’s been two days, and I still haven’t fucked her. I’ve never waited this long, because no one has ever made me wait this long. Ruby makes me want to take my time with her, she makes me want different things. I’ve spanked her, tied her down, and I’ve made her come again and again, and not only to gain her trust so it’ll be easier to control her.

No, it’s not just that.

I just enjoy watching her. I can’t get enough of her beautiful face, her enticing body, her expressive reactions.

I can’t get enough of her.

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