Page 5 of Vicious Intentions

“Understood.”

As both Hunter and Cristiano snagged the cameras and audio recording equipment, I sat down on her bed. The main reason I enjoyed my visits so much wasn’t about sniffing her clothes but about reading her journal.

Not only was she a talented author, but the fact she that penned her personal fantasies on paper ignited the beast inside, the creature becoming insatiable.

I pulled it from the drawer, tugging on the satin bookmark indicating where she’d left off. This time, her red pen was inside as if the book had been put away in a hurry. Almost as soon as I started reading, my cock pressed against my zipper painfully.

I felt the rush of wind as soon as he opened my window. I’d longed to see him again, hoping tonight would be the night. I didn’t know his name, nor did I care to learn. This was our game, our playtime. It was filthy and dangerous, but that only added to the intense excitement. I needed to feel something, anything to mask the agony tearing through me every day.

I remained under the covers, turned on my side, the anticipation of his rough touch everything I longed for. As I’d done before, I pretended I was asleep, keeping my breathing even as I felt the weight on the bed change. My face was turned away, but I heard him searching through the duffle bag he always brought to our late-night adventures. Seconds later, he brushed his hand down my arm before dragging them behind me, quickly snapping the hard steel around both my wrists.

Moaning in appreciation, I took several sharp breaths, the excitement surging through me like white lightning.

“Good girl,” he said in a gruff tone, the two words sending a thrill down my spine. He lowered his head, moving hair away from my face and neck before blowing his heated breath against my cheek. Every cell in my body tingled, and I struggled in my bindings just like he’d commanded me to do.

He continued his exploration, sliding the palm of his hand down my back, using his fingers to crawl the sheer nightie over my bottom.

“Did you shave for me, my good girl?”

“Yes, sir.” His deep voice sent a rumble through me, and my stomach knotted from a hint of anxiety. I never knew what he would do. His needs became darker with every unexpected visit. Yet I craved his acts of savagery, the longing extending for hours after he’d left. The yearning to feel the marks he left crisscrossing my body was only increasing. I was wet with desire, my pussy throbbing, ready to beg him to whip me.

Then I’d beg him to fuck me.

He seemed to sense my hunger and grabbed the back of the nightgown. With a quick snap of his hand, he ripped it from my body. Then he jerked me up by my hair and onto my knees, wrapping one arm around my breasts as he nuzzled his head against my neck.

“Have you thought about me?” he growled as he twisted my nipple.

The pain was intense, but I knew better than to scream. Whispering my answers was a requirement, or the punishment would be much worse.

“Yes, sir.”

He tweaked my other hardened bud before sliding the palm of his hand down my stomach, digging his fingers into my slicked folds. He toyed with my clit, flicking his thumb back and forth across the piercing he’d commanded me to get. Then he’d reminded me that he’d be the only man to suck it between his teeth.

I was so wet I could tell I’d soaked his fingers, my soft moans indicating the utter pleasure rolling through me. He continued rubbing, pushing me to a moment of climax.

“Ride my hand, little pet.”

I bucked hard against him, fighting to feel more friction. He twisted his hand, thrusting his fingers into my tight channel. God, I wanted more. “Harder. Please.”

He issued several hard cracks of his hand against my bottom, the pain instantly exhilarating. I was pushed into a beautiful moment of bliss, my tiny mews keeping him fully aroused. He smacked my buttock again, the sharp jar exactly what I needed. After several more, I was wetter than before, my mind a raging blur of need and want.

When he smacked my pussy with several fingers, then did it again, and again, I lurched forward. The agony was deliciously sweet, crackling electricity soaring through me.

“My good girl likes it brutal. Yes…” As he nipped my earlobe, he gave me what I needed, driving the heel of his hand into my mound. I gyrated my hips, dragging my tongue across my lips as I continued struggling, riding his hand like a bucking bronco.

“Oh, God. Oh…” As an orgasm tore through me, I bit down on my lower lip to keep from violating his rules.

“Yes, I am a god.” His chuckle was dark, laced with hints of evil. I knew exactly what he was capable of, the brutality he thrived on.

And I wanted to feel it. All of it. I wanted to be his slave, to serve his every need.

He barely allowed me to finish before bending me over, pressing my face against the covers. Then he used his knee to drive my legs apart.

“Do you know how much I hunger to fuck your tight pussy, little pet?”

“Uh-huh.” There was no doubt that I was the only woman who could provide what he craved.

Complete surrender.

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