Everything was wrong. Everything had gone so terribly wrong. Lying on the mattress with her thighs wide, her body aching from the horrible little metal clips he’d put all over her, she couldn’t quite process what had happened. The pain when he’d pulled them off in one swift jerk had felt impossible, both times. And then he’d made her orgasm. Twice.

Lianna bit her lip, not wanting to cry again, but she couldn’t stop replaying it. Couldn’t deny how wet she’d been after he’d ripped the zipper contraption off her. It had hurt, but there had been something else too. A tingling rush, a momentary euphoria that he had taken advantage of as he’d slid his fingers inside her, rubbed her clit, made her fall apart and come harder than she could remember coming in her life.

Cheeks burning, she tried to erase the memory of her moans as the phone had rested on her chest. How would she ever face her father again? After this? Her stomach turned at the idea, and she felt the stupid urge to cry again. Chained down there wasn’t much else she could do.

The masked son of a bitch had all the power. True to his word, he hadn’t let her speak during the last torture session, but it had worked. Her father had signed away whatever companies he’d wanted. Companies, more than one. She’d been out of her mind, but she’d still heard that part.

Her father had said he’d signed, but she was still tied down. Still here. Not free.

Which meant he wanted more.

What else could he fucking want?

Lianna groaned, shaking her head from side to side, wishing she could step away from her body. From the constant reminder of the things he’d done to her. Her nipples still ached, cheeks chapped from her tears, but she had finally stopped crying, stopped sniffling, and now there was nothing to do but think.

She knew about the companies they owned. Mostly technology manufacturing operations in countries where labor was cheap, farming their production capabilities out to other companies at a profit. Guilt plucked at her, a twinge that made her stomach twist, but she rejected the idea. This asshole wasn’t some humanitarian crusader, demanding higher wages for employees overseas.

No one like that would do something like this.

And if that was his concern, he wouldn’t have wanted her father to sell the companies anyway. They paid the employees better than the locals ever had, improved the facilities. Yes, it was to increase output, but it was also to protect the workers. Lianna had seen many of them, had seen the improvements firsthand. The grateful employees who were glad to have a job there, glad to work in clean conditions.

Grateful.

That fucking word stuck like a thorn in her mind as thoughts pinged around her exhausted brain, struggling to draw connections between this horror show and the job she’d been doing for years.

Why make him sell the companies?

Why? Why? Why?

Without the corporate connections, it wouldn’t be easy to replace the workflow through the facilities. It would take time, effort, and all it did to Mercier Systems was cause a hiccup. Even a handful of companies would only slow the production schedules on a few of their agreements by a month or two, and delays on their own products would just create more demand.

It was all backwards. Confused.

Hours passed as she slipped back and forth in trains of thought without progress, before he finally returned. The man wore his anger like a dark aura, somehow invisible and obvious, but the slamming of the door and the rapid rise and fall of his chest had been more than enough warning.

Her father had missed another deadline.

There was no phone call, no belt, no threats, just him as he stood over her and she bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Eventually, he sat on the mattress beside her just as he had when he’d chained her down, only this time he was completely silent. His eyes moved over her first, then his hand, tracing her skin, leaving shivers in his wake, like a tiger playing with his food.

“Don’t…” she whispered on a breath as his fingers slid between her thighs, but he didn’t even pause. Thick digits slid inside her, and her hips tilted, back arching as she whined.

Still wet enough for him to move back and forth, to summon more liquid heat, to drag it to her clit and grind the bundle of nerves until she was twisting against the chains.

This was slow torture. His silence, the never-ending assault of unwanted pleasure, turning her own body against her until she had to choke off the subtle moans. Pressure was building inside her, tightening, careening her toward another shameful orgasm and those fucking eyes were on her. Watching, waiting for it.

Just as her hips started to lift, as the wet sounds from between her thighs invaded her ears, as the tension in her muscles threatened to snap — he stopped.

Her breathing came hard, nails digging painfully into her palms, and she felt tears prick her eyes as his fingers slid free. Behind the mask he was breathing just as hard, rigid muscles moving over his ribs as they expanded and contracted.

Then he positioned himself between her thighs and urgency took over his movements. Tearing at his zipper, shoving his pants down, he ripped open a condom wrapper. Cock in hand, he slid it on, abandoning the shiny foil wrapper beside them and she looked away.

“Please?” Lianna begged, whimpering, knowing it was useless and trying to prepare as he lined up and thrust deep in one smooth stroke.

For those first movements she craned her head back, staring at her bound wrists, at the wall behind her, refusing to look as he groaned and stretched her. Her body rocked, the chains clattering softly in the silence, and she felt how wet she was. It was too easy, every pinning thrust, and as he wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drove in harder she did her best to turn the moan into a cry.

This doesn’t feel good.

I don’t want this.

His knees moved out, digging into her thighs to stretch her further, ankles straining at the chains, and then he found a new angle. One that stroked his thick cock against a point inside that made her back arch, hips twitching to seek more. She gasped, unable to stop the moan, and found herself looking into his eyes. Face hovering over hers, she stared into the black fabric of the mask, something smooth overlaying a hard shell. Obscuring all his features, all of them except for his eyes, and as he stretched her again she watched his eyelids flutter closed as he groaned low. A hard snap of his hips caught her by surprise and she moaned again, louder, cursing herself as she bit down on her lip, but the damage had been done.

He started to move faster, muscles shifting in his arms and chest and abs as he drove himself deeper inside her. A keening whine escaped between clenched teeth, and she pulled on the cuffs at her wrists, meeting his eyes again to plead. “Don’t do this to me. Please.”

* * *

David

The girl felt like heaven underneath him. Soft skin, smooth curves, and her cunt was so slick, so tight. Even with the condom he was tempted to come already, but he wanted more. More of her cries, her sweet begging as she gripped him and squirmed against the mattress.

Her eyes were so fucking blue, and it made him pause as he thrust deep, feeling the tremors in her thighs, the subtle shift of her hips as she unconsciously sought her orgasm. He hadn’t been this close to her, close enough to kiss her reddened lips, to taste her mouth, to see the hints of green in her irises that made it look like staring into the clearest ocean water.

Reaching up he slid his fingers into her hair and snapped her head back, causing her to shut those bottomless eyes and clench his cock inside her. The soft cry of pleasure and pain was one he knew too well, and it made him hungry for more.

Something woke up in the cold, something that wanted to devour the pampered little princess whole, and with all his mental processing power located below his hips he didn’t care to fight it. “Take it,” he hissed above her as he forced her head back, exposing her throat as he started to fuck her hard.

Everything blurred as she begged, cried out, pleaded with him between moans and whimpers. But all he cared about was the way her limbs contracted, the way her hips lifted, back bowing off the mattress so that her nipples grazed his chest, and the all consuming grip of her cunt around him. It was torture of the best kind to hold back, to wait, to tease her with the strokes that made her make the sweetest sounds. The little gasps that were pure pleasure.

“Please…” she moaned, and he could have sworn she was begging for more as her hips met his with a clap of skin. He wanted to reach down and bend her knees to her chest, but the cuffs were holding her down, keeping her spread.

Next time, he promised himself as he braced the arm gripping her hair and slid his other hand between them. Lifting up just enough to find her clit he worked himself inside her and rubbed. Her blonde brows pulled together, face pinching in a way that almost looked like pain, and then she panted, moaned, hips moving with each swirl of his thumb — and she came.

Hard.

Gripping him in a way that sent a surge of heat down his spine, melting the ice as he braced his other arm beside her and listened to her fall apart.

“No, no, no,” she whispered against his ear and he smiled behind the mask, thrusting hard again. Finding that rhythm that had her making sweet, pained sounds once more. She was too perfect. An angel fallen to earth, and he had her chained to the floor, but she felt too fucking good to care about the damnation he’d already assured himself.

Moving inside her was something he wished he could memorize, to feel forever. Like this. Slick, wet, trembling, and softly moaning as he worked them both to the edge this time. The demon inside him was howling, the chains clanking against the brackets in the floor as he fucked her hard enough to shift the mattress, and then he was gone. Fire stroking down his spine, balls tightening, as he came with a fierce roar.

The world went white for a split second, ears deaf, body crushing her softness as pure ecstasy blasted everything away. She was heaven, nirvana, and Shangri-La all rolled into one.

Perfect, but not innocent.

He could smell her arousal through the mask, hear her panting whimpers as his ears came online, and he wanted her to fall apart again. To come with him inside her.

Growling, he leaned up and grabbed her by the throat, finding her clit again with his other hand. Clear ocean eyes wide, she choked against the constricted airway, but her hips rose, cunt twitching around his slowly softening cock.

Again.

It didn’t take long. Stroking just the way her body needed, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, she came in a gorgeous display. Eyes clenched tight, crying out louder than before, lithe body tense and stretched out under him as she gripped him tight until he finally slid free.

Shut out of heaven.

Done with her, but it didn’t matter, he’d brought her down to earth anyway. Tears slid over the bridge of her nose as she turned to the side and breathed hard, pants turning into quiet cries as he pushed himself to his knees and pulled the condom free and straightened his clothes.

David licked at his lip as he stood and stared down at her, at the flush in her cheeks, and the shine between her thighs. All her. Chained, displaying his marks. It was straight out of a fantasy.

Stumbling backwards when he tried to step, he recognized the post-orgasm weakness in his legs, the daze in his mind, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of her.

Mine. That word, that urge echoed up from the thing inside him, the one surrounded by the slush of melted ice that had kept his mind so clear up until now. Until her.

Lianna Corinne Mercier.

Turning away, he forced himself to pull open the door so he could walk in a daze to his room. David barely managed to toss the condom into the trash before he dropped onto the cot, visions of her flushed skin writhing under him flashing behind his eyes. Breaths stifled, he pulled the mask free and felt the air cool the sweat on his face as he tried to remember what he was supposed to do next.

Something with the girl. The beautiful angel that he’d ripped from her airy world and fucked into a dripping, trembling puddle until she was crying.

Again and again.