by Piper Stone
Leaning down, I grabbed her face, squeezing with just enough pressure she issued bubbles from her pursed lips. I rubbed the thick pad of my thumb across her lips, forcing them to part. It was in that instant she snapped her wrist, attempting to gouge my eye with the sharp edge of metal she’d created, the slender sheath forged against the ragged stone wall.
I twisted my hand until a true whimper oozed from the depth of her raspy throat. When I snapped my other hand around hers, lifting her arm over her head, her entire body quivered.
“Clever, my sweet girl, but ineffective I assure you.” I needed little pressure for her slender fingers to open, the clanging of metal as the object hit the floor making her jump. All the while, my hunger became unbridled, the need sizzling. I studied the quickening pulse under her jaw, savoring the heated breath from the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
I released my firm grip, gently using two fingers to slide the hair out of her eyes as I knelt on the floor. I wasn’t a tender man in any manner and while I’d had my share of beautiful human women, none were so bold and provocative as this young girl trembling in front of me. She’d captured my soul from the very moment I’d laid eyes upon her.
Strong-willed.
A survivor.
A true princess and soon, very soon to become a queen.
Sadie jerked back, yelping as if I’d struck her. Then her eyes fixed on mine, our combined stare more heated than before. She was daring me to touch her, pretending that there was no fear in the nervous tic on the side of her lips. Allowing her arm to fall, I wrapped my hand around her throat, merely holding her in place as I yanked her toward the edge of the cot.
She smashed her fists against my chest, wiggling violently.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Sadie, unless you attempt to escape again. Do you understand?” My tone was demanding, unyielding.
“Ye-yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Such anger.
Such hatred.
Such... desire.
There was no ability to pretend any longer. This world was all that mattered, our togetherness necessary and I could tell she was riveted by my prowess, hungry for her own taste of nirvana.
I lowered my head until our lips were mere inches apart, drinking in her sweet essence.
Her breath skipping, she fisted my shirt, tugging in a beseeching manner. “Why? Why did you do this?”
“I already told you. Because you’ve always belonged to me.” Capturing her mouth, I fisted her hair as I hovered over her. There was no gentleness in my actions as I pushed apart her lips, even though she fought me relentlessly. I thrust my tongue inside, taking utter control, asserting the kind of dominance I knew somewhere deep inside she’d been craving. She couldn’t hide anything from me. Not her thoughts.
Her desires.
Her rage.
The bitterness of her position soaked into her porcelain skin.
My fingers worked her face, caressing her cheek as I held her head back at an angle. She was tense, her body shaking but as she slipped into the rage of desire, her whimpers became moans of passion. I forced her back into a deep arch until her breasts were crushed against my chest. Just the feel of her alone managed to drag the beast to the surface, my cock aching as my shaft rubbed back and forth against the dense linen of my trousers.
She slid one hand along my chest, crawling her fingers over my shoulder until she was able to intertwine her fingers in my hair. Every move was tentative yet telling, the burning need dwelling within bursting at the seams.
I allowed the kiss to continue, savoring every sweet moment before moving to a standing position and easing her into my arms. My breath came in ragged pants as I took long strides toward the door.
While she clung to me, her eyes darting back and forth, she continued fighting the powerful urges sweeping through her.
Once again, I hadn’t anticipated her vehement fight, her high-pitched howl echoing in the dense space as she slapped at me, somehow managing to break free of my hold. The hard raking of her nails down my face actually produced blood.
I was momentarily stunned.
Sadie raced toward the door.
I took my time following.
“Sadie!” My voice boomed into the space, filling the house with my rage. I could hear her gasping breaths as she attempted to find her way toward the front door. Every door was locked, but not from any conventional method. There was no way for her to escape. I walked up the stairs, clenching my fists in an effort to reduce my anger.
Doors opened and closed, sharp whimpers fueling my adrenaline. She was learning just how stark her environment truly was, the abandoned house only given the absolute necessities as I saw fit.
As I deemed necessary.
Darkness prevailed, the lack of electricity combined with the slats of wood covering every window no doubt daunting.
Yet still she continued racing through the house.
“Come to me, Sadie.”
Her footsteps stopped, her resolve strengthening. She was determined to get out of my clutches.
Within seconds my patience was shot, replaced with the kind of burning need that was nothing short of primal. I willed her to obey, to accept her place, but her fight continued.
“Come here now.”
I heard the ragged tone, the scattered sound that would frighten her as my true being shifted closer and closer to the surface. Fear clung to her like a tight vise, suffocating every nerve ending. She now found it difficult to breathe.
I moved methodically, searching every room, closer and closer to the edge. I had to get control, to show her in a different manner that there was no recourse. Only I could give her what she wanted.
What she craved.
“Sadie...” The second she darted past me, certain she’d found a way out, I shifted to just in front of her, the shock of my sudden appearance forcing fear across her lovely face. “Did you honestly think you could get away from me?”
“Who... What are you?” There was still a level of defiance in her voice even as she backed away, wincing in pain, her bare feet connecting with the level of rubble remaining in the abandoned house. She was scanning every surface, looking for a weapon.
“You already know,” I hissed.
I grabbed her around the waist, tossing her over my shoulder. I took the set of stairs two at a time, moving into what had once been a glorious bedroom suite, now reduced to cobwebs, dust, and broken pieces of furniture. “I wanted to give you the world,” I huffed, turning in a full circle.
With another wave of my hand, the space was freshly adorned, affixed with the kind of décor fit for a queen. Candles were lit in every corner of the room, the scent of jasmine and violets filtering into the air. I eased her down onto her feet, keeping my hand wrapped around her long strands of hair.
Sadie tugged, trying to jerk away then grimacing from the pain. “What is going on? God, what are you? This can’t be real.”
“I assure you, this is very real. I have powers that exceed any on this earth. This is all for you, created from every dream you’ve had, the princess in wait. Don’t you remember everything you wished for as a little girl? A dark man to take you away, protecting you from everything. Someone to shower you with adoration in every manner.” I brushed my knuckles across her cheek, hissing as she flinched.
She was breathless, quivering from my touch. “How could you know?”
“Because we are all that matters.” I flicked one finger toward the wall, creating a set of shackles.
“What... What?” She attempted to back away even as I dragged her toward the iron chains, leather bands that would keep her locked to the wall, immobilized for her punishment. “No. Don’t do this! Please. Please.”
“One request. I had a single request that you try not to escape.” I moved her to within a few inches, lowering my head until I was able to whisper into her ear. “You’re a very bad girl, Sadie. You know that. I refuse to tolerate your disgusting behavior any longer
.”
“Please. I won’t try again. I promise. I really promise.”
“Promises aren’t realities with you, I’m afraid. I made a pledge to you that I’d take care of you, train you, and protect you, but you will learn to obey me.” I pushed her forward, lifting her shaking arm. She didn’t resist, didn’t make a sound as I clasped the leather straps around her wrists. The fact she was resigned surprised me even more than her attempt to flee.
She was a true warrior, capable of taking care of herself.
Or so she thought.
She could be broken easily, all the goodness soaking through her skin ripped away, shattering her last resolve. I would do so if necessary.
I pulled the hair from her face, pressing my lips against her cool skin before ripping away the gown and exposing her glorious body. I took several deep breaths, adjusting my throbbing cock as the anguish became blinding. I would need to take her soon, to shove my shaft deep inside her sweet little pussy.
But first, she needed another lesson on submission and obedience. The urgency was enthralling, my needs increasing. I took a deep breath, my mouth watering from the richness of her aroma, the sweetness of her pretty pussy.
Whimpering, she finally struggled in her bindings, slapping the chains against the wall, trying desperately to see what I was doing.
“Only obedient little girls deserve such glorious accommodations.” This time, I snapped my fingers and the room was returned to its original status, cold and unforgiving, the only light a single candle I’d allowed to remain lit. Even the howl of the wind outside was manufactured, but effective, creating an aura that would stimulate her mind.
“I don’t understand,” she said softly, devoid of emotion even as she darted her head back and forth.
“But I think you do, Sadie. Search your soul, the darkness dwelling within. All those visions you’ve had since you were a child. All the dreams you believed were nothing more than fragments of your imagination. You knew you were special, designed with a purpose in mind.”
“No, I...”
I allowed her time to reflect as I studied her, the way her eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks as she fought to keep from crying. The way her mouth pursed, biting back a whimper of despair. The way she twisted in her bindings, even though she was well aware there was no means of escape.
“You will have everything you’ve ever desired one day, my beautiful Sadie. My queen.”
“I’m not your queen. I will never. Ever. Be your queen.” Her defiance remained.
Another enticement.
My balls tightened even more.
“We shall see.” While I could use any level of discipline or any implement designed for punishment, she was still a fragile human after all. I slowly unfastened the belt I was wearing, pulling the thick leather through the loops in slow and even motions. Her whimpers became moans, her fists clenching and unclenching.
“I will be good. Really,” she whispered. I caught a glimpse of resignation crossing her face. Perhaps she was learning.
“Yes, you will but that will take time. I am your master; therefore, I will walk you through the land of anguish before you can taste true ecstasy.” I folded the strap, cracking my wrist a single time before closing the distance.
Her eyes were glassy as she fought tears, but her pursed mouth indicated just how much rebellion she had in her. Breaking her would be a true joy. I rubbed my fingers all the way down her spine, holding my breath as a dazzling series of sensations crushed down every last inkling of anger. My balls were tight as drums, blood racing throughout every vein. Sadie had no idea what kind of effect she had on me.
I delivered two hard strikes, one coming after the other. While she flinched, she emitted no sound. The slight redness across her rounded bottom drew my attention, another pulse in my cock. I smacked her four more times, hitting across the middle of her buttocks.
Finally, she let out a single whimper as she pressed her face against the wall, still fighting her chains.
I took several deep breaths, stars floating in front of my eyes as the carnal desire increased, becoming nothing more than a burden taxing my patience. I took a step back, taking careful aim, my mouth watering as her bottom turned to a warm blush, light stripes appearing.
“Oh... Please. Hurts.”
“As it should, my sweet Sadie. You disobeyed me.” I rubbed one side of her buttocks then the other, the heat sliding into my hand, cresting along my wrist. Even I was shaking, the intense longing forcing a low-slung growl. I would feast on her for hours, thrusting my cock into every hole, consuming every bit of her.
Then I would do it again.
And again.
Another deep breath then I smacked her with six in a row, two hitting her upper thighs. She jumped, her back heaving.
I wanted her to understand, to comply and obey me. I wanted her to... willingly submit. A snarl left my mouth. Maybe I’d spent far too much time as a human, adapting to their ways, their longings far removed from all that I’d known. I shoved aside the weakness, concentrating on the task at hand, on the things I had to do. She would soon forget every moment we shared, the passion and the pain, the gloriousness of discovery. There was no other way. She simply wasn’t ready to become my queen.
I would fight to keep her hidden, but the only method available was to keep her devoid of knowledge. The burden I would bear alone, biding my time.
Her eyes were closed, a light shimmer skimming across her cheek. I was more attracted to her than ever; the elegance of her back, the way her thin waist moved into the curve of her hips and those long, glorious legs.
I cracked the belt four more times across her bottom, content she’d learned a lesson.
Or perhaps I was just in too much need, my body shuddering from the raw power of my hunger. I moved closer, twisting her hair in my hand as I inhaled. The scent of her feminine wiles was intoxicating.
She lolled her head against my shoulder, licking her lips several times.
I slid my hands along her arms, moving up in a slow and easy fashion. Unable to resist, I pressed a series of kisses on her shoulder, dragging the roughness of my tongue along the slender pulsing vein keeping her alive.
I intertwined my fingers in between hers, merely pulling her away from the cold steel, twisting my head until the shackles disappeared. She no longer gasped from surprise as I eased her against me, turning her slightly as the room was redesigned once again. Cupping and squeezing her breasts, I took another deep breath.
Moaning, she continued to quiver, as I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting them in a savage fashion. I wanted her to feel the wrath of pain before any concept of tenderness.
She squirmed in my arms, rubbing her bruised ass against me.
There was no fight in her as I walked her closer to the four-poster bed, the sheer iridescent cloth of the canopy flowing. She seemed drawn to the rich purple sheets, the plump pillows.
“A taste of what you can expect,” I whispered, nipping her earlobe, turning her around to face me. I lifted her chin with a single finger, allowing her to see the raging desire. I pushed her down, forcing her onto her knees.
She watched in silence as I drew the shirt over my head, tossing the unwanted material. As she fell onto her hands and knees, her long hair draping over her voluptuous breasts, I issued a series of growls, the hunger expanding. I unbuttoned and peeled away the edges of my pants, kicking off my shoes then rolling the trousers down my legs.
And all the while her eyes never left me.
I rubbed my hand down my chest, squeezing my cock as I bolstered my control. I could ravage her easily, losing all sense of decency, but I would bide my time. “Come to me, Sadie. Come to your master.”
There was only a slight hesitation before she crawled across the floor, her mouth twisted even as ragged breaths were emitted.
“Now, you suck me because every hole belongs to me. If you dare use your teeth, you will be punished again.” I kept my h
and on her head, my fingers firmly wrapped around her hair as she tentatively reached out, running her fingers down the length of my shaft.
Sadie mewed, the soft sound startling. I wasn’t prepared for the gentleness of her touch as she guided the tip of my cock to her pursed lips, rolling my cockhead around them in a seductive manner.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she slid out her tongue, laving the tip as she eased her other hand between my legs, cupping and squeezing my balls. She brought her mouth down on my cockhead, her tongue darting back and forth across my sensitive slit. She remained tense, her slender shoulders heaving as her body shuddered from fear.
She was simply obeying a man who wielded full control.
The sensations were wild, driving me almost immediately to the point of no return. I was electrified from her touch, my heart racing as the blood pumped. The heat searing every nerve ending was powerful, sending me close to the edge of my own sanity. Our connection was so strong, vital in manners she could never truly understand.
She licked down the underside of my shaft as she rolled my balls between her fingers, keeping the pressure as she rolled her other hand around the base of my cock. The friction was incredible, keeping my breathing scattered. When she took one testicle into her hot little mouth, I tipped my head back and let out a bedraggled howl.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
Her hand pumped my cock, moving up and down, squeezing the tip as she sucked on first one ball then the other.
“That’s it. Suck me.”
Sadie brushed her lips up the side of my shaft, taking the tip inside. Then she eased onto her knees, moving her hands and rubbing up and down my thighs, her fingers shaking. I could hear her ragged breathing, the slight whimpers coming from her throat.
There was little control left as I jutted my hips forward, thrusting several inches into her mouth. I could hear the strangled sound of her breathing as her jaw muscles relaxed, the tip of my cock slamming against the back of her throat. I fucked her mouth, driving in long and hard strokes, moaning as she clamped her jaw around the thick invasion.