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She squirms in the chair as I place my hand flat on her ass and push the plug against her entry. “Don’t fight it, Miss Carrigan. Accept it, like you did with my finger.”

She squeals as I insert the plug slowly but steadily. Slamming the chair with her chest, she rocks it up and down, but I keep her down with my hand. “Take it,” I growl. “Please me, Miss Carrigan, and I will do the same for you. Make me proud. Relax and let it in. You can do it.”

“I can’t …”

“Yes, you can.” I push the plug in completely. “See?”

When I take my hand away, she starts pushing it out. A flat smack to the ass jerks her right up, stopping it immediately. “Don’t. Keep it in there,” I say. “Or I will punish you severely.”

“As if this isn’t punishment enough,” she mutters.

“This is pleasure, Miss Carrigan. But you’ll learn to see the difference.”

I reach for a piece of rope that’s still on the table and tie it around her left leg, right beside her pussy, and then up around her waist. I create a knot near her navel before pulling it back up her pussy and ass. There, I drag the rope all the way up to her head. There are tears in her eyes, but I ignore them. She watches me as I draw the rope around her neck, softly pulling the ends together to make it tight.

“Tilt your head back,” I say, and she does exactly that. I pull the rope hard enough and then tie it together at her back, forcing her to keep her head tilted back.

Taking a step back, I admire the view. The ropes run all the way down her back, putting tension on her ass and pussy. It’s very likely she can feel the rope pushing into her skin and clit when she attempts to move her head. The rope must be coated with her wetness. The butt plug won’t be coming out anytime soon. Perfect. Submission by force. A beautiful flower blooming under my command.

“Please …” she whispers, obviously swallowing away the tears.

Coming closer, I palm her cheek and caress her, wiping away one of the tears rolling down. “Shhh … you’re beautiful. If only you could see yourself right now.”

“You’re humiliating me …” she says.

“I know,” I whisper, leaning close to her. “It’s what I desire the most. To have your pussy tied up like that … hmmm … it makes me so hard.” Reaching for my pocket, I take out a knife and place it on the table behind me. I unbutton my shirt slowly, taking my time and hers so she can feast her eyes on my body. Even in a situation such as this, I can tell she still wants me. Her eyes betray her. My shirt drops to the floor. I rip down my zipper and drop my pants, exposing my bare cock to her. I spot her eyes momentarily zooming in on it before abruptly pulling away again as if it’s a sin to look at it.

“Yes, Miss Carrigan, I know you want this. You’ve been thinking about this since the moment you saw me.”

She pulls up her nose when I step closer, tempting her mouth with my cock.

“Open your mouth.”

“No.”

Licking my lips, I reach behind me, grabbing the knife from the table. The sight of it is enough for her to part her lips.

“Hurt me then,” she says. “I don’t care anymore.”

“Of course you do.” In a few seconds, I have the knife on her back, drawing a line with it. She hisses, arching her back to avoid the blade. There is no blood, but the threat is real. I could push down harder, but I don’t want to hurt her … yet.

“Now … are you going to let me claim that beautiful mouth of yours?” I say as I put back the knife.

“No.”

I grab her nose and press her nostrils together. “I’m not going to play games with you, Miss. Now open up or faint. Your choice.”

She resists for a moment, fighting me and the chair, but soon she realizes the movements of her head will only bring her pleasure and pain. The ropes are tight and prevent her from moving. Giving up, she opens her mouth, and I dip my fingers in first.

“Good … it’s time I get some pleasure of my own after licking you out.” I press my finger down on her tongue. “But if you bite, I will hurt you. Be warned.”

Taking out my finger, I give her no time to respond before jamming my cock in her mouth. She groans loudly as I push in and out again. No time to get used to the feeling, I thrust back in again, forcing her to let go of her resistance. She needs to know who’s in charge, needs to learn to accept and listen.

“Yes, Miss Carrigan, this mouth is mine now, along with the rest of your body. I will take what I want when I want. You got what you wished for—dirty, raunchy, sex.”

Her fingers splay as I fuck her mouth. Her saliva coats my cock with wetness, making it easier to plunge back in again. She struggles to breathe, so I take it out for a second so she can get some air before I thrust in again.

Her head is tilted back far, and she tries to move, causing the ropes to tighten. “Does it feel good?” I ask. “The more you struggle, the tighter the ropes become.”

I gather a bundle of her red hair and hold onto it like reins. She chokes on my cock as I thrust in again. I feel it pulsate against the roof of her mouth, her slick tongue bringing me close to an orgasm.

“Suck,” I demand. “Suck it all up.”

Tears spring into her eyes as I go deeper and faster. I can’t stop myself anymore. I’m overcome with lust, by the need to dominate and claim. I feel like an animal, but I don’t care at all right now. I need this out of my system. If that means using her, so be it. She’ll get her turn soon enough.

“Take it!” I growl, shoving my cock inside her throat. “Deep … deeper.”

I moan loud, feeling my dick throb against her tongue. However, I think I’ll give her the satisfaction of coming at the same time. I want to see the regret in her eyes as she falls apart with my cum seeping down her throat, wishing she’d fled instead of pursuing me.

I grab the rope running down her spine and tug, pushing it deeper into her pussy. She moans and inhales sharply, tensing up.

“Hmmm … time for that pussy to come,” I say, taking out my dick before I blow. I walk to the cabinet. My dick bounces up and down when I spot the vibrator on the bottom. I take it out of the drawer and bring it to her backside, where I push it underneath the rope, right on top of her clit. “There.” And then I turn it on.

“Oh …” She squirms in the chair.

“Like that?” I raise an eyebrow as I go to stand in front of her.

She flushes, looking away, so I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Mister Brand.”

“Are you just saying that because you think that’s what I want to hear?”

“No, Mister Brand.”

I smile. “Good. But you can’t come unless I say you can. Or this’ll hurt a lot more …”

Pushing my cock against her lips, I wait until she parts them before shoving it back inside her mouth again. “Make it nice and wet.”

She sucks and licks on my cock, whimpering from the vibrator pushing her to her limits. I love the sounds she makes as the intensity increases. I set it to increase over time, wanting to see the neediness in her as she shivers from delight.

“Don’t try to stop it. You can’t,” I say. “Now take me deep and suck hard. I’m going to make this beautiful mouth mine tonight. Don’t stop sucking until I say so.”

As I take out my cock for a second, she moans, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“It’s too much. I’m … I’m coming.”

She groans as I rub her lips with my cock. “Not good enough. Beg me.”

“Please …”

“Yes?”

“Please … Can I come, Mister Brand?”

I knew I’d have her begging before this night was over. “When I say you can.” I smile then thrust into her mouth, my cock pulsating with need. “Oh, God yes.” I’m about to explode, and so is she. I can tell by the way she’s rocking her ass up and down. Oh yes, I’m going to fill her up, and she’s going to love every second of it. “Come. Now,” I growl.

She moans as the vibrator pushes her to her limit, unable to stop the waves from flooding her. My cock pulsates in her mouth, and I let out a roar. “Fuck!” I spill my load into her throat as she shakes violently, coming apart at the same time. My cum fills her mouth to the brim, and it keeps coming. “Take it. Swallow it all,” I growl, still coming. “Milk my cock until every last drop is gone.”

I don’t remember the last time I came this hard, and I don’t think she does, either. Her body is still bucking, her legs trembling underneath her. Moans and gasps come from her mouth as I take my flaccid cock out. It drips from her mouth, so I brush my clean finger past her lips and dip it in, wiping it on her tongue. “Eat it all up.”

She closes her mouth, her body dwindling in strength. Her eyes close and a loud sigh comes out. I step back, breathing heavily. Sweat drops roll down my forehead. My legs are wobbly, so I grab a chair and fall down in it. From there, I watch her. I simply gaze at the woman in my home with whom I just had crazy, wild sex. It’s been a while, and the heaviness of it shakes me up a bit. Her bright red hair tumbles down her back, her body still as if she’s given up. Her hands are limp and her legs are unable to hold on. Eyes closed, body unmoving. No sound. For a second, I wonder if I killed her.

Why I think this baffles me. She couldn’t die from sex.

However, the fact alone that it crosses my mind means I have done something irrevocable to her. Something that will probably scar her for life.

It is then that I realize I am a monster.

A captive beauty, plundered by the beast. She is right; I’m cruel.

Swallowing, I come up from my seat and grab the knife from the table. Her eyes don’t even shoot open the moment she hears the flicking sound. She just hangs there, defeated. It’s all my doing.

I cut the rope around her neck first, granting her freedom before continuing with the rest. The job is meticulous, since I tied the ropes so well, but I don’t stop until all parts are gone and she’s free again. As the last piece is removed, I move to her ass and take out the butt plug. Her silence scares me a little. I grab the vibrator from the chair and place everything on the table, gazing at her. All she does is lower her ass, letting it rest on the chair. She doesn’t look at me, doesn’t even acknowledge I’m there. Her head hangs from the edge of the chair, facing the floor, her hair cascading down in beautiful flames. The fiery woman who refused to give up on being with me is ruined. I destroyed her insane fairytale wish, shattered her resistance, and fucked her until it broke her.

Fuck …

I sit down on the chair. Planting my elbows on my knees, I bury my head in my hands. Of all people, she is the last who should see my regret. I’m truly sick. I took her against her will, telling myself I did it to keep her safe, but the truth is that I am mostly scared. Scared of the consequences if anyone finds out she’s close to me. It would mean my end.

However, in the back of my mind, I know I’m doing the right thing. That’s what I keep telling myself. Make her hate me, make her hate me. Then she’ll be safe. She might not know why … but it would ruin her all the same if she knew. I want to be her dark knight, but maybe I went too far this time. The psycho in me took over, wanting to claim her and mark her as my own, so that her submission could turn into a double-edged sword of love and hatred, but in the process, I destroyed what I deemed as my only shot at winning this fucked-up game: Her.