16. Titus
TITUS
It’s become very, very clear that I’ve been far too lenient on my fuck toy.
I should have changed the locks on her door again. Better yet, I should have kept her chained up in that warehouse. Ignat was right about her. She’s fucking dangerous.
I kick open the door to her room and drop her on the bed. She lands on her back, looking up at me with a wide-eyed expression of worry. “Don’t you fucking move,” I growl at her.
She doesn’t, but she watches me as I go into her closet and drag out the chest I keep in here for special occasions. I set it down next to the bed and kick it open angrily.
“I can’t believe I almost fell for it,” I mutter as I retrieve several items—a riding crop, clothespins, rope, leg spreader. “You almost had me believing that you could be trusted.”
“Titus—”
“Shut. Up.” I bark at her.
She hesitates as I bring out a butt plug and lube. “What… what are you doing?”
“I am treating you the way I should have been all along. You are the daughter of my enemy. You don’t deserve kindness or respect from me. You deserve to be degraded. When I’m done with you, Princess, you’ll be begging for the gun.”
She just looks at me, her face flushed, her chest heaving. Jesus, what do I have to say to this woman to scare her?
“Take off your clothes.”
She does, pulling off the crop top she was wearing over her head. Again, her hair is unbraided. If falls around her shoulders as she undoes her bra. The lengths of her defiance all this time…
It ends now. Right fucking now.
I wait for her to pull off her jeans and panties. Then I grab her ankle and pull her to the end of the bed. I take the leg spreader and lock her ankles in.
“Attacking a brother,” I mutter as I grab the rope and tie her wrists together. “I’ve killed so many people for less. And this is the third time you’ve broken Cyril’s nose.”
She smirks a little, and I yank her arms up and over her head, pushing her down as I tie her to the headboard. I’ll wipe that grin off her face.
I step back and look at my work. She’s lying on the bed, her arms tied over her head, legs forced apart by the spreader bar chained to her ankles. Her rosy nipples are rock hard and thanks to her shaved pussy, I can see her clit and lips are glistening… but nowhere near enough.
I reach for the lube and the clothespins. “The game is simple this time,” I say to her. “You are not allowed to come. No matter what I do to you, not matter how wet that eager little pussy gets, you are not to come.”
She’s not smiling now. Her blue eyes water slightly. “I-I… You know I’m not good at—”
“I didn’t tell you that you could speak,” I say as I put the first clothespin on her right nipple. She gasps, her nose wrinkling as she grimaces. I put the other clothespin on and she doesn’t make a sound. She just breathes with a shuddering breath.
I squeeze the contents of the lube over her bare pussy, then lift her legs up and drip it over her tight little asshole. She whimpers and I note her biting her lip, trying not to protest.
I’ve avoided fucking her ass all this time. I can’t believe I gave her that courtesy.
I hold her legs up with one hand, then slip two fingers into her asshole. She immediately tightens around it as she cries out. As I finger fuck her, I say, “I’m claiming this ass today. You don’t get to play coy with me, Princess.”
I slip another finger in and she arches her back. “Fuck,” she moans. “Titus—”
I stop. “What did you call me?”
She looks up at me and blinks. “D-Daddy.”
“Better.” I rub my thumb over her lips. The lube and her juices have them slick. “All this time, I keep thinking that all this is punishment. But you like it, don’t you, slut? You like it when I hurt you.”
Her breaths are turning into moans. I slip a fourth finger in her ass and she gasps loudly and arches her back. “If you come, we start over. And the next time, I’m going to fucking fist this little asshole.”
“Please,” she begs, her voice a wispy, desperate moan.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growl. “If you don’t want my fist, you’d better breathe through this shit. You don’t want to fuck around and come, do you?”
“I… I don’t think I can take this— Oh!”
I take my fingers out and step away. “Keep your legs up.” She does, though her legs shake. I grab the butt plug.
“You’re going to take every bit of what I’m going to give you,” I say as I slide the butt plug into her ass.
She breaths out a rough breath of air as she closes her eyes.
I twist it around a little and she bites her lip, uttering short, squeaking moans.
Her thighs shiver and she starts to lower them.
I grab the bar and lift them up again, holding her spread eagle and exposed.
I grab the riding crop and run it down her leg, taunting her. Her eyes watch it as the leather slides down to her pussy and rests on her clit.
“Daddy,” she whimpers. “Please—”
I bring the crop down on her clit. The leather hitting her sopping wet pussy makes a loud smack and her whole body reacts. Her back arches as her mouth opens with a gasp, then a staggering moan of agonizing pleasure.
“That’s it,” I say as I trace her thighs with the crop. “You love this, don’t you? You love for me to smack that little clit.” I slap it again with the crop. “Beg me for it.”
She’s breathing in loud gasps, her legs shivering. “P-Please— fuck!”
I slap her pussy again. This time, tears form in her eyes as her chest rises in an arc and her head goes back against the pillows. After a second of writhing, she says in a raspy tone, “Please, Daddy… I can’t… I can’t hold it…”
“Fucking breathe through it, then,” I say and slap her pussy again. She takes in a breath this time, followed by a whimpering moan. I rub the crop over her pinkened clit, swollen with excitement. Her lips are dripping with her juices as it starts to flex.
“Breathe,” I command her. “Do it, Sofia.”
She nods and takes in a breath, then another. She watches me with her big, watery blue eyes as I let her legs go. She starts to lower them again and I say, “Keep them up.”
She lifts them again. I take off my shirt, tossing it across the room, but I keep my pants on. I’m getting hot in more ways than one, but I’m not going to fuck her. Not this time. She doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserve me. Not today.
I go back to the trunk and pull out a dildo. The moment I press it to her clit, she twists away. I grab her thigh, holding her steady. “Don’t you dare move away from me.”
“Please, Daddy. I don’t want that,” she says. “I want… I want you to fuck me. I only want your dick.”
“You don’t get what you want. Not this time.” I slide the dildo inside her and her eyes roll up as she moans loudly. I let go of her thigh to twist the butt plug as I dildo-fuck her in slow strokes.
“Please,” she moans as her legs start to shiver again.
“Is it too much for you yet?” I say, speeding up the strokes. “Are you close, Princess?”
“I don’t… I don’t want to come like this… Please fuck me, Titus. Please… I need you, Daddy. I need you inside me. Only you.”
I’m so fucking hard, I can barely stand it. Watching her writhe on the bed, legs up, arms bound, her legs and pussy quivering…
I stop. I have to. She looks at me as big tears roll from her eyes. “Please, Daddy,” she whispers. “Please. I promise I’ll be good.”
“Promise? You promise me?”
“I’m your princess,” she says. “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you need me to do, Daddy.”
I take the dildo out and say, “Put your legs down.”
Her legs fall to the bed in a slump. I could leave her here. I should leave her here, go to my room and jack off while she begs for me to come fuck her.
And then I think, why should I suffer with her? Nothing feels better than my dick inside her tight little pussy. Fucking her is my privilege.
I take the leg spreader off, tossing it across the room. “The way you disrespected me today,” I say as I take the clothespins off her nipples. They stand up tall and erect, deep pink hills begging for attention. “The way you always disrespect me.”
I flick her nipples and she winces, closing her eyes and biting her lips as I squeeze them between my thumb and forefinger.
“You want me to fuck you, huh?” I squeeze a little harder. “Is that what you want?”
She squeaks out a little moan and whimpers, “Please.”
“Think you can be my sweet little princess from now on?” I twist her nipple and her eyes roll up. “Can you stay in line?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do whatever you ask. I can be your sweet princess,” she says enthusiastically.
I let her go and walk around to the end of the bed and take off my pants. Then I kneel between her legs, holding my dick against her pussy. It’s pulsing with heat as I rub the head between her slick lips and around her engorged clit.
She’s taking in deep breaths like I told her, but I can see that it’s barely helping. She tilts her hips up to me, trying to angle me inside her. I avoid it, teasing her with my dick.
“If I fuck you,” I say, “and you dare come on my cock, I’ll make it so much worse for you, Princess. So much worse.” I pause over the entrance of her love and say, “I will spend the rest of this day fucking this tight little pussy. Still want it, baby?”
“More than anything,” she says.
I lean into her and grab her by the neck, squeezing the sides as I fuck her. Her eyes roll up as I squeeze her neck, choking her just enough for her to feel it, but not so much that she can’t breathe.
Her thighs lift up and I’m deeper inside her. She’s wrapped around my cock, her hips moving with mine. “Hold it, baby. Don’t you come,” I moan, but the words are more for me than her. She feels so fucking good…
I let her go and she arches her back under me. I pause, just long enough to untie her hands. They immediately wrap around my neck, her fingers in the nape of my hair.
I kiss her. It happens so naturally that I barely understand what’s happening. The taste of her full lips between mine, her tongue moving and twisting with mine. She digs her nails into my shoulders as I start to thrust harder.