I’m frozen in anticipation, holding my breath as Julian pulls out of me, leaving me naked and bound on this… whatever it is, disappointment prickling through my veins.

Come back, I nearly beg.

Come back and fuck me, it’s all I want, it’s all I need…

But I can already hear his footsteps returning, and then there he is, one hand gripping my ass tightly, the skin still tender and raw where he flogged me.

“Relax,” he growls, and I force my muscles slack, forehead dropping onto the bench as he grips me even harder, making me bite my lip.

“What are you doing?” I gather the courage to whisper.

“Asking you to trust me,” he says, his voice low and laced with gravel. “Do you, Belle?”

I suck in a long, deep breath, because I know that the answer should be no.

He’s kidnapped me, locked me up, dragged me back when I tried to escape. He’s practically made me into his sex slave — willing sex slave, but still — and I don’t know if he’ll ever let me go.

Despite all that, there’s something about Julian. Some deep part of me recognizes a deep part of him, some connection we have, just the two of us.

Something that makes me more than willing to bend over strange furniture and beg him to do things to me that I never thought I’d do.

“Yes,” I whisper, my answer total honesty. “I trust you.”

Julian doesn’t answer, but he slides one finger down the cleft between my buttocks, and I hold my breath as the fingertip settles right over my tender, puckered back hole.

“I said relax,” he murmurs.

I try. I really do, but I’ve never done this before — never even been touched there — and I have to force my muscles to slacken, let Julian do what he wants to me.

His finger circles the hole, slippery with something, and then he pushes inside me just slightly.

I gasp, body tensing.

“Relax,” he whispers, and I force myself to do it again as his finger moves deeper.

Julian moves slowly, gently, and after a moment the strange invasion feels good. Dirty, bad, and wrong, yes, but good despite all that, and before I know it I’m moaning, bucking backward, pushing my hips toward him and wanting more.

He chuckles, his voice deep.

“There’s my filthy little girl,” he says.

Then there are two fingers, my tight hole stretched a little wider, and I resist at first but then give into pleasure again, whimpering into the leather.

“That feels good,” I whisper.

“You like having me in your ass, Belle?”

I bite my lip and nod, cheek rubbing against leather as he pushes his fingers deeper, making me moan even louder. My pussy is practically a waterfall, juices rolling from my lips down the inside of my thigh again, and while his fingers are still in my ass, I can feel Julian lift the head of his cock to my wet entrance, pushing apart my lips.

I tense again, fists clenching because I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think I can fit him in my ass and pussy all at once, there’s just no room—

But then his thick, massive cock slides inside me again and fireworks go off in front of my blindfolded eyes, the pleasure shuddering and sparking through my whole body as he fucks me in both holes at once and I nearly scream.

Julian groans, hilting himself hard, making me moan again as his hips slap against mine, hitting every pleasure spot inside my body.

I lose track of time. I don’t even know where I am or what I’m doing, I’m just lost to pure, utter sensation as he fucks me, faster and faster and harder and harder, our flesh smacking together, the welts on my body stinging in perfect pleasure and pain.

I moan. I scream. I nearly go over the edge again and again, no longer in my body but floating somewhere above it, but every single time Julian slows down until I’m back, then resumes his onslaught of me.

I can barely stand anymore. I think I’m crying, tears flowing down my blindfolded face, but I don’t care because every single time, I think he’s about to let me come and then he doesn’t. Every thrust is pure, exquisite torture.

Then he stops. His cock is deep inside me, but he pulls his fingers out, caresses my ass.

“No,” I whimper. “Please sir, don’t stop, I need you to fuck me until I come, I need to come with you inside me…”

“Shh,” he whispers, and instantly something is pressing against my asshole again.

I gather all my strength and stand on my toes, pressing backward, begging for it and Julian slides the object in until I gasp.

It’s bigger than his fingers, thicker and wider, harder. With his enormous cock already inside me I feel like I’m being stretched to my limit, unable to take any more.

“I can’t,” I whimper. “It’s too big, I can’t…”

“Relax,” he growls, his other hand sliding down my back. “It’s almost in, I promise.”

Once more I force my muscles slack, my whole body shaking, and suddenly it’s in, something else snug against the outside of my asshole, and I moan at the sudden pleasure spike that flows through my body.

“Oh, God,” I moan, bucking back against him again, trying to move his cock inside me against my pleasure zones. “Please, God…”

He does. With no warning, Julian slams into me again, fucking me deep and hard, his cock also pushing against the object in my ass.

This time I do scream, and then I’m lost. I can hear someone moaning and begging to be fucked and I think it’s me, but I’m just spiraling up and up into the sky, coming so hard that I might never fall back down to earth.

I’m so lost that I’m barely even aware of Julian grabbing me by the hips, his rough fingers digging in, slamming himself into me so hard I might bruise. He roars as he comes, filling me up with thrust after thrust, claiming me and making me his.

He pulls out almost instantly as soon as he’s finished, leaving me breathless and still bound to whatever it is I’m chained to. Shockwaves are still moving through my whole body, and I feel like the skin where I was flogged is sizzling with pleasure and just a little bit of pain.

I can’t catch my breath. I can’t even think straight, I’m just here in this moment, only knowing what’s happening right now. I can’t think about the future or even what happens in five minutes. There’s nothing but the present, the leather under my body, around my wrists, the slow, sticky leak of semen from my vagina, the plug still spreading my tender back hole wider than it’s used to.

Behind me, there’s a quick zipping sound and then Julian steps next to me, running his hand up my back. He bends down, undoes the locks holding my wrist cuffs to the furniture.

I push myself up, slowly. In a flash, Julian takes the clamps off my nipples and I gasp as the blood rush back into them, protectively putting my hands over the pink nubs that suddenly feel like they’re on fire, the prickle of pleasure and pain making me bite my lip.

Julian undoes the locks around my ankle cuffs, then spins me around gently, his hands on my waist. I’ve still got the blindfold on, and I could take it off myself, but I don’t, because I still like being under his control, even in this small way.

His lips meet mine, and while earlier he was hungry, ravenous, and he kissed me like he wanted to destroy me, now it’s gentle. His tongue explores my lips, my tongue, my mouth slowly, like he’s not in a hurry anymore, taking his time.

He’s still got all his clothes on, and I run my hands down his clothed torso. I can feel the muscles under his shirt, even if I’ve never seen them. I wonder what scars he has there, why he won’t show himself completely to me.

They can’t be worse than the ones on his face, I think.

He’s blind in one eye and doesn’t bother hiding it. Why hide these?

Before I can get any further with that thought, he lifts the blindfold from my eyes, tosses it away, his one good eye and one blind eye right in front of me.

I swallow, but I don’t say anything. This moment feels too intimate, too precious for me to ruin it by saying anything.

Julian takes me by the hand, leads me out of the secret room, all without speaking.