Page 38 of Cruel God

Slowly I started to circle her, my hand gliding through her golden-brown hair. “Do you need me, my sweet little Hope?”

“Yes, master.” There wasn’t a trace of a lie in her voice—no hesitation. Just submission.

“Have you suffered without my touch, without the release only I can give you?”

“I have, master. I’m still suffering.” This time her voice came out with a breath like she was already struggling to cope with the tension that had coiled tight inside her core. I glanced at her pebbled nipples, the rosy buds hard and so fucking needy to be sucked, licked, and pinched. My cock was already throbbing, pressing painfully against my pants.

With every second I spent in that room with her, I felt the darkness slowly consuming me. I could feel the ugliness of my obsession growing, the need to devour and destroy slowly easing through my veins. It amazed me how she could elicit such contradictory emotions and feelings in me. How I wanted to ruin and worship her at the same damn time.

I paused behind her and dragged a fingertip down, easing it over the currents of her spine.So frail…yet so fucking strong.

Her body stiffened when I abruptly pulled open a drawer of the cabinet.

“Stand up, Butterfly.”

She obeyed like the perfect little lamb she was, straightening in front of me and allowing me to drag my gaze down her body appreciatively. “I can’t decide whether you’ve suffered enough yet.”

The way her bottom lip trembled with anticipation didn’t go unnoticed. Her body shivered, and her cheeks flushed with the need to be claimed.

“I’m not sure if your punishment fits the crime.” I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her ear. “Ask me what crime.”

She kept her head down. “What crime, master?”

Gently, I eased my fingers along her collarbone, her skin warm to the touch as I let my hand travel down her arm. I reached her hand and placed the cuff around her wrist, hearing her sharp inhale at the feel of cold steel. The second it clicked shut, she exhaled, and my cock twitched.

“Your crime, Butterfly, was making me feel like I’m not as important to you as you are to me.”

Abruptly she jerked her head up and looked at me. “That’s not—”

I jerked her arm hard. “Shut up. I didn’t permit you to speak.”

Immediately she bit her bottom lip and bowed her head.

With a slow, steady touch down her other arm as I circled to stand behind her, I took her hand in mine. “I thought I gave you something beautiful when I let you see the moon, allowing you to witness the sunrise.”Click. I tightened the other cuff. “It made me feel so good knowing I gave you those things.” Then, with a hard jerk, I pulled at her bound wrists, and she moaned as pain shot to her shoulders and spread achingly to her back. “But then you ripped it away with a fucking memory that didn’t include me.” Every word I spoke renewed my anger toward her, and it fueled the dim burning fire into a raging inferno.

“Was it worth it?” I tore my dress shirt, buttons scattering around us before pulling her hard against my naked chest. She inhaled sharply at the contact. “Tell me.” I brushed my lips against her ear. “Tell me if it was worth it. If ripping that good feeling from me was worth the agony your body is going through right now.” I slipped my cock out of my pants, dragging it down the slit of her ass, letting her feel the promise of maybe—just maybe I would finally give her what she so desperately needed.

Me.

“Tell. Me.”

“No, sir. I’m sorry,” she whispered, and I felt the tiniest movement of her hips as I continued to paint her ass with precum.

As I started to pull my pants down, I forced her forward toward the bed. “I’m not sure if you deserve my cock yet.”

“Please—”

“Shut the fuck up.” I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, a gasp of pain escaping her lips. “I didn’t tell you to fucking speak. Is this what punishment does to you? Makes you forget the rules? Makes you forget your fucking place?”

She remained silent, and I forced her to bend forward when her knees hit the mattress. With a hand on her back, I eased her down until her cheek brushed against the silk sheets, and I used my foot to spread her legs apart. I glanced down and suppressed a moan when I saw her cunt glisten; her thighs coated in arousal—her body fucking desperate to get fucked.

“I don’t even have to touch you to know that you’re soaking fucking wet for me right now.” I dragged my fingertips up the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled, and I could see her hips bucking, wanting to move down so that she could feel my touch.

“Don’t move. Keep those greedy little hips of yours still. I’ll touch you when I want to touch you.”

I gave a step back, removing my touch from her skin. A soft groan muffled by the sheets escaped her, and I grinned victoriously. Killing a hundred men and selling people like cattle didn’t come close to the euphoria I felt whenever Hope’s body showed me how much power I wielded over her.

Taking my cock in my palm, I gripped it tightly as I stared at her needy pussy. God, I wanted to plunge into her; hear her scream as I made her come over and over and over again. I wanted to see her cunt squirt for me while my cum dripped down her thighs.

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