Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
Awareness makes my throat tight and my skin prickle as I stand before the heavy wooden door. Something has changed.
Her presence still pulls me toward her, beckoning me to open the door and find what horrors I’ll enact tonight. And yet, as my fingers close around the doorknob, there’s a flicker of excitement inside me instead of the usual dread.
Am I that far gone already? Has she twisted me so well, molding my very essence to suit her needs, that I enjoy my new role? Maybe that would be a mercy.
Or, is it possible that my efforts are taking hold?
That flicker of hope is what sets me back into motion, letting the door slam against the wall with a loud thud as I yank it open with too much force.
There’s a muffled gasp from the bottom of the dark stairs, and a responding pulse of heat low in my stomach. I want to race down to the bottom and find out what awaits me, my impatience to see what’s in store almost unbearable.
I suck in a breath and descend.
With each creak of the rickety wooden stairs and thunk of my combat boots, there’s another whimper or gasp. By the time I reach the bottom, I’m out of breath, chest heaving as I grow closer to her.
On instinct, my body knowing what I’m here to do before my mind can catch up, I reach into the pocket of my hoodie and find a small plastic object. A remote. With the press of a button, the scene illuminates.
Oh, Princess, what do we have here?
I don’t bother hiding the sharp grin that curves my lips as my eyes drag over the woman before me, bound to a simple metal chair by strands of red and green lights.
They cast an otherworldly glow across her pale, bare skin.
She’s almost naked, only the flimsiest lace bra blocking her heaving breasts and a feeble string of elastic on her hips to show that she’s not bare between her bound thighs.
I could spend eternity drinking in every detail of her, but I don’t have that luxury. I still have to play my part as she struggles against her bindings and lets out muffled cries against the gag pressed between her swollen lips.
Her eyes go wide as I step closer, enough for the lights to illuminate the shape of my form and the edges of my mask.
She’s helpless. I could do anything that I wanted with her. The potent thrill of that almost knocks the breath out of me, because I never get to choose.
There’s no sick knot building in my stomach compelling me to scratch and choke and destroy. There’s only heat, growing stronger with every passing moment that I watch her.
A different urge emanates from her, mounting as I stare. An aching need that echoes within me. I’m scared to name it for fear that it will vanish and the usual violent scene will unfold.
The memory of our mouths together and the gasps I consumed straight from her lips has me bending down, bringing my eyes level with hers. She tenses, limbs trembling at my nearness, and the ache intensifies.
“Don’t scream. No one can hear you. No one is coming for you,” I warn roughly as I reach out to undo her gag. Her eyes glitter with unshed tears as she nods, the tremors wracking her soft, luscious form intensifying as I brush a claw across her delicate cheek.
She gasps, sucking in a choked breath when I pull the gag away, the saliva dripping down her chin bringing to mind far too tempting thoughts of how else I could make her gasp and choke.
“Good girl,” I murmur, tracing her lips with my thumb. “If you do everything I say, I won’t have to hurt you.”
Please, don’t make me hurt you.
“O-okay,” she stammers, voice hoarse from screaming against the gag. Fuck, it sounds as good as when she sang.
I let my hand drop from her lips, palm dragging down her throat and resting there for just a moment as I see if this is where things begin to go wrong. But the hammering pulse beneath my fingertips stokes no thirst for blood.
Her breath hitches as I move my hand down further, hooking a finger under the strap of her bra, and my nostrils flare as something heady and sweet wafts in the air.
“Is this turning you on?” I ask in a low growl.
She whimpers and shakes her head, but the scent of her arousal blooms even more.
“Liar.”
“P-please.” The single word holds so much potential. I’ve heard her say it hundreds of times, but never like this.
Hells, I can’t believe it. It actually worked.
My eyes fall to where her nipples press against the lace of her bra, cock thickening so fast it makes me dizzy.
A dark laugh tears out of me, and I swear her chest bows toward me, trying to press into my touch. Wanting me to touch her.
“What a slut. Begging your monster to touch you. Whimpering and shaking in fear, all while your cunt is dripping for me.” I ghost my hand between her ripe, teardrop tits, and when my claws snag on the lace of her bra, I don’t think, I just wrench, ripping it in half.
She gasps as her breasts spill out, and I can’t help sucking in a sharp breath too. She’s so godsdamn lush, it makes me want to sink my fingers into her hard enough to leave marks so she can never forget my touch. So that even when this night fades, she’ll know she’ll never escape me.
Her breasts rise and fall in time with her shuddering breaths, waiting for my next move. As much as I love the way she looks with her legs locked together by the lights, I want to yank them off and see the rest of her. Have her completely naked and shaking with this new need she’s discovered.
There’s another strand of lights on the floor nearby, like it was placed there specifically for my needs.
I grin, savoring the flash of fear when she sees my fangs.
Checking to make sure her hands are still secured to the arms of the chair, I unravel the lights pinning her thighs together.
Every time I pause to look up into her face, she gasps or trembles, but there’s no sign of her using this as a chance to flee.
No, my princess wants me to use her so badly that she’ll stay my captive willingly.
“Spread your legs for me,” I murmur.
She stares into my eyes. “Please.” That seems to be the only word she knows.
When she keeps her thighs closed, I grip them and press my claws into her tender flesh in warning. “Spread your legs. Now.”
The command is ragged, edged with a threat of violence that’s unpleasantly familiar. I close my eyes and breathe, focusing on her scent and the throbbing of my cock as it presses against the fly of my jeans, demanding to be released.
My voice is softer when I speak again, almost a caress. “Show me how wet that slutty little cunt gets when you’re scared.”
She opens her knees a few inches, and I yank them further apart, my eyes focusing on the small triangle of fabric that’s so soaked it’s transparent. It tears even easier than her bra, and I toss it to the side, drinking in the view of her glistening dark curls and puffy, pink pussy.
How many times have I thought about this? How many times have I come all over my fist imagining how good she’d feel around my cock? And now here she is, wet and willing.
I don’t touch her, even as the heat coils in my stomach and my mouth waters for a taste of her.
I take my time, coiling the lights around her one leg at a time, anchoring them to the legs of the chair so she’s forced to stay spread for me.
When I’m satisfied, I lean in, letting her scent surround me, sticky and needy and intoxicating.
“Yes.” The word is barely more than a whisper, but she can’t hide it from me.
I pull back immediately, her whimper of frustration calling to the cruelty she’s imbued me with.
“You think I’m going to touch you? After everything you’ve done, after how you’ve tortured me?”
Her eyes go comically wide. “W-what? I…please, no, please.”
Once again, that heady sensation of control slams into me. I know this is what she wants. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be happening. But fuck, it feels amazing to even pretend I’m in charge.
I rise up from the floor and grip her chin, tipping her head up to keep her eyes locked on mine.
“Filthy sluts who get wet for monsters don’t get it easy.
” Her mouth falls open as she gapes at me, and I lean closer.
No small part of me wants to kiss her, to snake my tongue so far into her mouth she chokes on me, but that’s not what she deserves.
She gasps as I spit into her mouth, eyes blazing with indignance and lust.
“Don’t be ungrateful. Swallow.”
She quivers, her eyelids fluttering shut as she closes her mouth and her throat bobs. A primal thrill surges through me knowing part of me is inside her now.
I loosen my grip on her chin. “Good girl.” I step away, and she sags as if my presence was the only thing keeping her upright.
I step back further into the shadows, pulse hammering as I stare at my captive, spread open, squeezing my stiff cock through my jeans to get a moment of relief.
Her brow furrows. “No, wait, where are you going? Don’t leave me here. Please. Don’t leave me, I need—”
I move back to her in a rush, and she cries out at the sudden movement. “Oh trust me, Princess, I know what you need.” I place the toe of my boot on the sliver of chair between her thick thighs. “How far are you willing to go to get it?”
“Oh god,” she murmurs as I press in enough for her to feel the hard leather against her cunt.
“No god can help you. Only me. Now show me how much of a desperate slut you are. Beg for it.”
Though the filthy words that fall from my mouth whenever I speak taste foreign, they fill me with a sense of rightness. I’m only giving her what she wants, but for the first time in ages, I want it, too.
I want to linger in this scene for eternity so I can keep feeling this way. It’s impossible, but I still silently beg her to stay as her own soft “please” escapes her lips.
“You can do better than that.” I inch my foot away, the toe of the boot slick and shiny with her arousal.
Her eyes flash up to mine, and the need and frustration I find there mirror the aching hollow of my chest and the throb of my cock.
Good.
She wanted me to be her tormentor. Her nightmare. Now she’s getting what she deserves.
“P-please, I’ll do whatever you want,” she pants, cheeks stained a bright pink. I want to see that flush rise over her entire body before I give her anything.
I release a rumbling, cruel laugh. “Yes, you will.” I slide my foot back and rest it against her pussy again. “Earn it. Make yourself come on my boot like the desperate whore you are.”
She shudders, head tipping back and eyes falling shut as she struggles against the lights trapping her in place to rock against my boot. That gorgeous flush spreads down to her chest, and sweat beads across her skin, shimmering in the red and green glow.
After a few tries, she gasps as she manages to get close enough to rub her horny little pussy against the leather. She does it again, letting out a shaky moan, and an answering growl of appreciation erupts from me before I can hold it back.
I squeeze my cock as I watch her struggle, already far too close to the edge for my liking. “That’s it, Princess. Such a good girl.”
Her hooded gaze drags up from where she’s rubbing against my boot like she’s in heat to stare at my crotch. I give my cock another squeeze before moving my hand away so she can see the hard, angry length pressing against my jeans.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, eyes widening as she gets a hint of what’s in store for her.
Another laugh bubbles out of me. “What did you expect when you begged a monster to fuck you? I’m going to destroy you, Princess.”
Her fear and arousal swirl through the air, choking my lungs until all that exists is her desperate sounds and the obscene sight of her sopping cunt rocking against the toe of my boot. It goes on and on, and I can tell she’s frustrated. That she needs more.
My impatience to see her shatter wins out over my cruelty. She cries out in protest as I pull my boot away, but I’m on my knees before her, gripping her thighs too hard as I bring my mouth to her swollen, needy pussy.
“Yes,” we both say, hers choked with relief and mine a greedy hiss.
I only get a swipe of my tongue before it’s torn away from me, but it’s enough to imprint her taste on me for eternity. To know I’ll do anything to taste her again.