Page 58 of Crazed

She's a work of art. Her legs are spread perfectly in a V, displaying her pink, freshly waxed pussy. It glistens from her arousal, taunting me further. She's like an angel restrained, innocent looking yet tainted by the devil.

That devil is me.

I'm going to stain her with my body before the night is over. But for now, she needs to remember how much she wants me. She needs to beg for what only I can and will give her. And she needs the fear of me not being here when I do it.

Mustering all the control I have, I sit on the edge of the bed and stroke her flushed cheek.

Her bottom lip trembles, and she whispers, "Please stay. I-I don't want to be alone."

I lean over her, kissing her. It's meant to be chaste, but our tongues collide desperately, deepening the kiss until we're both out of breath. My erection strains against my zipper, and I almost lose the willpower to leave.

She needs to learn her lesson.

I caress the side of her head and, in a low voice, state, "I can't let this go. While I'm gone, I'll be watching you. Do you still want me?"

She blinks hard. A tear drips down her cheek, making my heart squeeze tight. She chokes out, "All I want is you. I swear!"

I kiss her tear and then peck her on the lips, not allowing her to put her tongue in my mouth. I keep my face a few inches from hers, calmly directing, "Then show me that I have your full submission."

"You do," she insists.

"Then there's nothing to worry about." I rise, go over to the fucking machine, and roll it toward the bed. I avoid her, going directly to the drawers and opening the fourth one. My eyes dart across the row of penis-shaped silicone. I assess each one, debating what she can handle. I finally choose the second to largest one then coat it in lube.

"Massimo," she says hesitantly.

I return to her, stare at her anxious expression but don't flinch. I secure the dildo on the machine, asking, "What?"

Tears overflow from her blues. She sobs, "Are you going to hurt me?"

My heart sinks. I sit on the mattress and slide my arms under her, stroking her hair. "Have I ever hurt you before?"

She shakes her head. "No."

"That's right. The pain I give you is something you crave, isn't it?" I question. We've never talked about what we do in the bedroom. I've always fallen into my role and she into hers. From the time I met her, I knew she needed to submit to me. Even in the library, I could feel her obedience through her cold exterior. Once we had the opportunity to be together, neither of us had to talk about it. Everything felt natural.

"Yes. I-I need it," she admits.

"Good girl," I praise, kissing her forehead, then pinning my gaze back on hers. "Now listen to me closely. I'm going to be in the room next to this one. Every move you make, I'll be watching. Each cry, I'll hear. But there won't be any pain this time."

Panic explodes on her face. "Wh-wh-wh—"

"Don't forget the rules, Katiya. I want to know if you want to be mine," I warn.

"I do!" she exclaims.

"Then show me." I go to the end of the bed and instruct, "Take a deep breath."

She slowly inhales.

I push the machine forward so the dildo slides in her. Then I go back to the drawer and take out three black silicone clamps. I've never used clamps on her before, and these are a starter pair, so my guess is she's only going to feel them a little.

I connect the chains, leaving one long piece off the third clamp. I put one on each nipple then one on her clit. Her breath hitches. I ask, "Do they hurt?"

"No."

I tug on them.

She whimpers.

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