Chapter 6 #2
"You're insane." Her voice came out low, trembling noticeably. "I'm not wearing that thing. And I'm definitely not playing your sick game."
"You'd better consider your loved ones' safety." I stepped forward, smiling lightly. "Evelyn, facing me, you've never had the right to refuse."
A few seconds passed. She bent down, grabbed the leather outfit from the floor, turned, and walked into the bedroom without looking back.
The bedroom door stayed shut for what felt like forever. I stood in the living room, arms crossed, staring at that closed door. My patience was wearing thin, but anticipation kept me rooted in place.
When the door finally opened, Evelyn stepped out.
Holy hell.
The black leather barely qualified as clothing.
Straps crisscrossed her torso, framing her breasts but leaving her nipples completely exposed.
More straps wrapped around her waist and hips, connected by silver rings, with a thin strip of leather running between her legs that did absolutely nothing to hide her pussy.
Her long legs were accentuated by the harness-style design that wrapped around her thighs.
She stood in the doorway, arms at her sides, chin lifted in defiance even as a deep flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. Her eyes burned with humiliation and rage.
I felt my cock throb violently. I'd thought I knew what to expect, but seeing her like this—Christ, I was harder than I'd ever been in my life.
"Come here." My voice came out rougher than intended.
Evelyn didn't move. Her jaw clenched.
"Now, Evelyn."
She walked toward me slowly, each step deliberate, her body trembling slightly. When she reached the couch, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the cushions.
"Lie back."
"Go to hell," she spat.
I pushed her shoulder, forcing her down against the orange fabric. She struggled briefly, but I pinned her wrist above her head with one hand. With my other hand, I reached for the candle on the nearby table.
Her eyes widened when she saw what I was holding.
"Victor, don't you fucking dare—"
I tilted the candle. A single drop of hot wax fell and landed just above her navel.
Evelyn's entire body jerked. She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut.
"That's for lying to me." I tilted the candle again. Another drop fell, this time landing on her ribcage. She gasped, her back arching off the couch.
I moved the candle higher, positioning it directly above her exposed breast. Her eyes flew open.
"Victor, no, please—"
The wax dripped onto her nipple.
"Fuck!" She screamed, thrashing beneath me. "You sick bastard!"
I watched the red wax cool and harden on her pale skin. Beautiful. I tilted the candle again, letting another drop fall on her other breast. Then another. And another.
"Stop! God, stop!" Her voice cracked. Tears streamed down her temples.
But even as she cursed me, even as she begged, I noticed something else. I slid my free hand down between her legs, fingers brushing against that thin leather strip.
She was soaked.
"You're fucking dripping, Evelyn." I pressed my fingers against her through the leather, and she whimpered. "All this screaming and crying, but your pussy's telling me the truth."
"I hate you," she sobbed. "I hate you so much—"
I dripped more wax across her breasts, decorating them with red droplets. Each time she cried out, her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against my hand.
"You can hate me all you want." I set the candle aside and ripped away the strip of leather between her legs. "But your body knows exactly what it needs."
I flipped her over roughly, yanking her hips up so her ass was in the air, face pressed into the couch cushions.
"Victor—"
My palm cracked across her ass. Hard.
She screamed into the cushions.
I hit her again. And again. Each slap left a bright red handprint on her pale skin. Her whole body shook with each impact.
"Tell me why you broke into my study." SMACK. "Tell me the truth."
"Fuck you!"
SMACK. SMACK.
"Wrong answer."
I kept going, raining blows on her ass and thighs until her skin was burning red and her screams dissolved into broken sobs.
"I'm sorry!" She finally choked out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"
"Sorry for what?" I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.
"For lying! For everything! Please, Victor, please—"
I released her hair and positioned myself behind her, shoving my pants down just enough to free my aching cock. Thick and rigid, it throbbed heavily in my grip as I aligned the swollen head with her slick entrance. Without a word of warning, I drove into her in one brutal thrust.
Her tight walls stretched around my girth, but she was soaked, her arousal coating every inch as I forced my way deep.
The sudden invasion ripped a muffled scream from her throat, buried into the couch cushions.
I bottomed out completely, my heavy balls pressed against her, her pussy clenching violently around the thick shaft buried inside her.
"This is what happens when you lie to me." I pulled back until only the fat head remained inside her, then slammed forward again with savage force. "When you try to play games with me."
I fucked her hard and without mercy, each punishing thrust rocking her entire body.
My cock pistoned in and out of her dripping cunt, the wet slapping sounds filling the room as her juices coated my shaft and dripped down her thighs.
The cooling wax on her skin cracked and flaked with every impact, her ass cheeks glowing bright red from my earlier handprints.
She sobbed into the fabric, her fingers clawing at the cushions, but her hips pushed back to meet me despite the roughness.
I gripped her hips harder, fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to bruise.
My thick cock battered her deepest spots relentlessly, the veined length dragging along her sensitive walls with every withdrawal and brutal re-entry.
"You're mine, you little liar," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.
"Fuck you," she gasped out between broken sobs. "God... Victor!"
Her pussy fluttered and squeezed around me, the intense pressure milking my cock as I drove deeper.
The heat of her core, the slick friction, the way her body trembled under the assault all fueled my dominance.
I reached forward and twisted my fingers into her hair again, yanking her head back to arch her spine.
This angle let me pound even harder, my pelvis smacking against her reddened ass with sharp, stinging slaps.
My climax built fast, a tight coil of raw need at the base of my spine. I thrust faster, using her body without restraint, my heavy balls tightening as pleasure surged through me. "You're going to take all of it," I snarled. "Every fucking drop."
Her inner walls clamped down like a vice as I buried myself to the hilt one final time.
My cock pulsed violently, thick ropes of cum exploding deep inside her, flooding her pussy and marking her completely.
I held her impaled, grinding against her as I emptied every last spurt, ensuring she felt every throb and jet.
When I finally pulled out, my spent cock glistened with our combined fluids.
Thick white cum immediately leaked from her abused hole, running in messy trails down her quivering thighs.
She collapsed forward onto the couch, body shaking with aftershocks, her chest heaving and tears streaking her face.
Her pussy remained slightly open, pulsing and red from the rough use, a constant reminder of who owned her.
I stood over her, breathing hard, satisfied by the sight of my claim dripping from her well-fucked cunt.
I leaned down and brushed the hair away from her face.
"From now on, you're mine."
Evelyn turned her head to look at me, glaring through her tears.
"Not for a day, not for a week, not until you find whatever you're looking for. You're mine, Evelyn. Until I'm done playing this game, no one—including you—gets to deny that."