Chapter 3 #2
I’ve trained her well. By the time I’ve removed my own clothes, she’s lying on her stomach fully naked, a pillow propping up her curvy little ass.
Her arms are folded under her head, and her face is turned toward me.
She’s watching me with those thickly lashed eyes of hers, and I can sense her nervous anticipation.
She both desires and fears me in this moment.
It turns me on, that look, but it also awakens another kind of hunger in me. A darker, more perverse need. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the belt from my jeans lying on the floor. Picking it up, I wind the buckle end around my right hand and approach the bed.
Nora doesn’t move, though I can see the anxious tension in her body. My lips twitch. Such a good girl. She knows it would go worse for her if she resists. Of course, by now she also knows that I will temper her pain with pleasure, that she will derive enjoyment from this too.
Pausing at the edge of the bed, I extend my free hand and trail my fingers along her spine.
She trembles under my touch, a reaction that sends dark excitement surging through me.
This is exactly what I want, what I need—this deep, twisted connection that exists between us.
I want to drink in her fear, her pain. I want to hear her screams, feel her helpless struggles—and then have her melt in my arms as I bring her to ecstasy again and again.
For some reason, this small girl brings out the worst in me, makes me forget whatever shreds of morality I possess.
She’s the only woman I’ve ever forced into my bed, the only one I’ve wanted this much…
and in such a wrong way. Having her here, at my mercy, is beyond heady—it’s the most powerful drug I’ve ever tasted.
I’ve never felt this way about another human being before, and the knowledge that she’s mine, that I can do anything I want to her, is a rush unlike any other.
With all those other women, it was a game we played, a way to scratch a mutual itch, but with Nora, it’s different. With her, it’s something more.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, stroking the soft skin of her thighs and buttocks.
Soon it will be marked, but for now I’m enjoying its smoothness.
“So very, very beautiful…” Bending over her, I press a gentle kiss to the base of her spine, inhaling her warm female scent and letting the anticipation build.
A shiver ripples through her, and I smile, adrenaline surging through my veins.
Straightening, I take a step back and swing the belt.
I don’t use a lot of force, but she still jumps when the belt lands on the round globes of her ass, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
She doesn’t try to move or crawl away; instead her small fists grip the sheets tightly, and her eyes squeeze shut.
I swing harder a second time, then again and again, my movements taking on a hypnotic, trance-like rhythm.
With each stroke of the belt, I sink deeper and deeper into the blackness, my world narrowing until all I see, all I hear, all I feel is her.
The reddening of her tender flesh, the pained gasps and sobs that issue from her throat, the way her body quivers and trembles under each stroke of my belt—I drink it all in, letting it feed my addiction, soothe the desperate hunger gnawing at my insides.
Time blurs and stretches. I don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours.
When I finally stop, she’s lying limp and unmoving, her buttocks and thighs covered with pink welts.
There is a dazed, almost blissful expression on her tear-wet face, and her slender body is shaking, small tremors rippling over her skin.
Letting the belt drop to the floor, I carefully pick her up and sit down on the bed, holding her cradled on my lap.
My own heart is hammering in my chest, my mind still reeling from the incredible rush I just experienced.
She shudders, hiding her face against my shoulder, and begins to cry.
I stroke her hair, slowly, soothingly, letting her come down from her endorphin-induced high as I come down from mine.
This is what I need now—to comfort her, to feel her in my arms. I want to be her everything: her protector and her tormentor, her joy and her sorrow. I want to bind her to me physically and emotionally, to brand myself so deeply on her mind and soul that she will never think about leaving me.
As her sobs begin to ease, my sexual hunger returns.
My soothing caresses become more purposeful, my hands starting to roam over her body with an intent to arouse, not just to calm.
My right hand slips between her thighs, my fingers pressing against her clit, and at the same time, my other hand grips her hair and pulls on it, forcing her to meet my gaze.
She still looks dazed, her soft lips parted as she stares at me, and I lean down, taking her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss.
She moans into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders, and I can feel the heat rising between us.
My balls draw up tightly against my body, my cock aching for her slick, warm flesh.
I stand up, still holding her in my arms, and place her on the bed.
She winces, and I realize the sheets are rubbing against her welts, hurting her.
“Turn over, baby,” I whisper, wanting only her pleasure now.
She obediently rolls over onto her stomach, in the same position as before, and I position her so that she’s on her hands and knees, her elbows bent.
On all fours, with her ass tilted up and her back slightly arched, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I can see everything—the folds of her delicate pussy, the tiny hole of her anus, the delicious curves of her cheeks, pink with marks from the belt.
My heart is pounding heavily in my chest, and my cock is throbbing painfully as I grasp her hips, line the head of my dick up against her opening, and push inside.
Hot, wet flesh envelops me, sheathing me in tight, slick perfection.
She moans, arching toward me, trying to take me deeper, and I oblige, withdrawing partially and then slamming back in.
A cry escapes her throat, and I repeat the move, my spine prickling with pleasure at the clinging grip of her tight channel.
Waves of heat roll through me, and I begin to thrust with abandon, barely cognizant of my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips.
Her moans and cries increase in volume, and then I feel her peaking, her inner muscles contracting around my cock, milking it.
Unable to hold on any longer, I explode, my vision blurring from the force of my release as my seed erupts into her warm depths.
Panting, I collapse onto my side, pulling her with me. Our skin is damp with sweat, gluing us together, and my heart is racing. She’s breathing heavily too, and I can feel her pussy clenching around my softening cock as one last orgasmic shudder ripples through her.
We lie joined together as our breathing begins to ease.
I’m holding her spooned against me, the soft curve of her ass pressing into my groin, and a sense of peace, of contentment, slowly steals over me.
It’s always like that with her. Something about her calms my demons, makes me feel almost normal.
Almost… happy. It’s not something I can explain or rationalize; it’s just there.
It’s what makes my need for her so acute, so desperate.
So dangerously fucked up.
“Tell me you love me,” I murmur, stroking her outer thigh. “Tell me you missed me, baby.”
She shifts in my arms, turning over to face me. Her dark eyes are solemn as she meets my gaze. “I love you, Julian,” she says softly, her delicate palm curving around my jaw. “I missed you more than life itself. You know that.”
I do—but I still need this from her. In recent months, the emotional aspect has become as necessary to me as the physical. It amuses me, this strange quirk of mine. I want my little captive to love me, to care about me. I want to be more than just the monster of her nightmares.
Closing my eyes, I draw her deeper into my embrace and let myself relax.
In a few hours, she’s going to be mine in every sense of the word.