Page 49 of Dead Love
I bounded down the stairs into the basement, and her mouth dropped open as soon as she saw me. She trembled, anticipating my next moves.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
She stared at me. “What?”
“I will not ask again, Kora.”
“I don’t under—”
I grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to her feet, then I pulled her over to the back corner of the room. I ripped her out of her pajamas, staring down at her naked body: the softness, the subtle curve of her hips, those ghostly pale nipples hardening under my stare. Getting a key from my pocket, I unlocked one of the special crates, then removed the top. Kora shrank back, so I gripped the hairs on her head, bringing her toes, making her whimper. Finally, I found what I was searching for: a few cable ties and some plastic wrap.Perfect.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. Her bottom lip quivered and my cock twitched, yearning to be shoved between those lips.
“I’m going to take advantage of you, flower. In ways you could never dream of.”
“Vincent, I—”
I put a finger to her lips, shutting her up. “We’re not friends, flower,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Never make that mistake. I took you from your home because I don’t give a fuck about what you want. Because I decided three years ago that you were mine.” I smiled. “Now, I can either show you what I want, or I can leave you here to rot. Be a good girl, and you can decide.” Her pupils dilated, her lips parting as she stared at me.Good.She made her decision. I gestured at her palms. “Give me your wrists.”
Like an obedient pet, she gave them to me, and my cock swelled with heat. She was naturally like this, willing to surrender herself, and yet with her lack of experience, as much as she hated it, she wanted it too. Her mouth hung open, her breathing husky, goosebumps erupting on her arms as my fingers tickled her skin, linking the plastic cable around her wrists. Next, I secured her ankles, though that one I left looser than the other, better to see her squirm. Then I held the arm of the plastic wrap, circling her body until she was layered from her shoulders to her ankles like a mummy. I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the couch.
“What is this?” she cried.
It was an interesting game, especially for the claustrophobic types that couldn’t stand the inability to escape. The plastic wrap clung to her skin, slipping with her sweat.
I ran my fingers along the plastic, exploring the curves of her body. She panted, her mouth open, her eyes locked on my lips. She was easy. So fucking easy. Sheletme do this. Wanted me to. And yet it was her mouth that stopped me. I wanted to use that hole until she cried out, until she couldn’t breathe, until my come drowned her into an oblivion of lust and need and she forgot who she was.
But this wasn’t aboutmypleasure. This was about punishingher.I had let her off easily for far too long.
I went upstairs, finding a metal ruler and scissors in my studio then brought them down and immediately started striking her feet with the ruler. She yelped in pain, a delicious cry that made me pulse, her body wiggling on the couch until finally, she fell to the ground like a worm inching back and forth. I laughed. I laughed so fucking hard that my stomach ached, watching her writhe. I rubbed my cock through my pants, hard and thick, the tip soaking my pants. Power surged through me as I looked down at her.
She was no longer her parents’ little flower. She was my fucking flower. My complete disgrace. And I was going to pick her apart.
“What is wrong with you?” she asked, exasperated, her voice wiry.
“I don’t hear you asking me to stop,” I said in a low voice.
She wagged her chin. I leaned down, pressing my body on top of hers, pinning her to the floor. My lips grazed her ear.
“I bet if I ripped that plastic open and touched your pussy right now, you’d be soaked for me,” I said. “You might not know what it’s like to feel a cock inside of you, flower, but you know what you want, don’t you? And you want more of this. You want more ofme.All you want is for me to use you like a good little fuck toy. To fuck you. To own you.”
Her body impulsively moved, her hips bucking forward into me. I grinned and she blushed.
“You’re wrong,” she hissed.
“You can’t fight it, flower.”
And neither could I.
I lifted her up so that she was sitting, then propped myself behind her and wrapped her head, encasing her skull in the plastic. She twitched like that, thrashing, her mouth sucking in the little air that it could, the plastic swelling in and out. I studied her, watching her fall apart. She had been relatively calm before, compared to this, but now, she was running on full primal instinct. Life and death dictated her next moves, those breaths that she so desperately wanted. The seconds ticked by, and she twitched in panic. How long could she hold her breath? Would her face turn purple, like lavender? My cock surged with heat.
“I don’t care if you die, flower,” I said. “Your pussy will still be soaked for me.”
She groaned and gasped and finally, I ripped a tiny hole for her nose and mouth. She breathed in deep, sucking in like it might be her last breath. And she was right. She needed to enjoy the air while she still could. My cock twitched against her back; I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pushed her to the ground, then ripped a hole in the plastic covering her cunt, and when the plastic proved to be too cumbersome, I used the scissors to cut it off. She was slick: the wettest, filthiest little cunt I had ever felt. I leaned down and tasted her, lapping up what I could, and she let out a guttural moan. She wasn’t the same princess locked away in a tower anymore, but a woman consumed by her own needs.
Kora liked this as much as I did.
I yanked out my cock, my mind racing on what to do next. I played with her folds, ripping the plastic so that she was completely exposed, letting my fingers drag across her sensitive pussy lips, and pulled out my cock, stroking myself. She wasn’t dead, not yet. But she was helpless, and I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do more: kill her and get it over with, fuck her face into oblivion, or make her come so hard that she passed out.
