She turns her head to look at me, and I can see the color on her cheeks change the moment she sees that I’m admiring her ass.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
I give her a piercing glare. “You know what I want.”
She immediately turns her head, but I could swear I saw a narrowing of her eyes. I enjoy her bold resistance. It’s always been something I liked about her … and now I get dominion over her once again.
“Spread your legs,” I say.
“I can’t go any further.”
I reach into the cage and give her a smack on the ass, which makes her squeal. She probably didn’t expect it, which makes it all the better.
“Ow! What did you do that for?” she yells.
I smack her other ass cheek. “Don’t question me, Princess.”
“Or what?”
I slap her ass again, which makes her jolt up. “Or you get this as punishment.”
“That’s not fair.”
I grab the belt and pull back so hard that her entire body chucks against the bars, her hands clasping her throat. I reduce the tension on the belt, giving her an inch of space to move so she can breathe. She drops down to the floor and coughs.
“Get up,” I say.
She does what I want but with a cheeky growl.
“Anything is fair in love and war, sweet cheeks.” I smirk, rubbing her round ass with my bare hand. “Especially if it involves spanking this sweet ass.”
She blows out a big breath but doesn’t respond. Good. She’s finally learning that she has to make a choice. Either obey and keep the assistant alive, or disobey and the assistant dies. She can’t have both. Besides, it’s not like this is a hard choice. Being fucked by me isn’t punishment at all … she should consider it a gift in comparison to what else I could do to her.
“You should be happy,” I say, leaning in, “that all I want is your ass.”
“Hmpf, I know you. It’ll never be enough,” she says, looking back at me.
“Correct.” I smack her ass again, making her moan. “Now what did I say about talking back?”
“Fine. Sorry,” she growls.
I rub her sore ass, which is turning red. “Love this color. Pink always looked good on you, and I don’t mean just those dresses …” I grin.
“What are you thinking of?” she asks.
“You. In my car. Back in the old days, when you begged to ride my cock.”
She laughs. “Not a chance in hell you’ll ever hear me do that again.”
I spank her again, this time harder than before because I can’t control myself and I don’t want to. She deserves punishment, especially after making a comment like that.
“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” Each word is another strike. “You fucking know the truth as well as I do.”
“Okay, okay! You’re right,” she says. “Just stop.”
“What’s that?” I spank her again, and she drops to the floor. “Ass up,” I growl, pulling back on the belt.
“No, you’ll just hit me.”
I pull harder, forcing her to get up. “What I’m going to do to you if you don’t listen to me will be far worse than a little spanking. Compared to that, you should be moaning with pleasure for these slaps,” I say. “Now, get up.”
Her body shakes as she lifts herself back into position again. With my hand, I circle her flesh, letting go quickly so I can enjoy her spasms as she expects another blow, which doesn’t come. I love the sight of her body moving with my hand, as if she’s trying to prepare for the pain.
“Aw, does it hurt?” I muse, petting her red cheeks.
“No,” she says, but she’s hissing when I touch a certain spot, so I’m guessing she’s lying.
I spank her again.
“What did I just say? Don’t lie.”
“Sorry; yes, it does.” She clears her throat.
“Good. It’s supposed to. That means you’re finally learning not to be defiant.”
I rub her painful skin until she’s relaxed, and then I lower my hand all the way down her legs, stroking her softly. My cock begins to twitch in my pants at the sight of her pussy, which is begging me to touch it. I can clearly see the wetness glistening in her tiny hole, making me bite my lip ring.
“Hmm … I spy, I spy … a wet pussy.” A half laugh, half groan escapes from my mouth as my finger slides just past her slickness causing her to sway to the side my finger is.
“Oh … you like that now?” I muse.
“No …” she mutters.
I slap her hard, and a moan hitches in her throat. “I mean, yes.”
“Yes, indeed …” I say, grinning. “Do you feel that, Princess?” With one finger, I touch her entrance and cause her to gasp. “Your body wants this.”
She shakes her head but keeps her lips sealed.
“You can deny it all you want, but I can see you shaking with need. You want my finger here.” I push inside, feeling her wet flesh surround me for the first time in years, and fuck … it feels amazing.
“Oh …” she moans.
“Yes,” I growl, teasing her pussy with my finger. “You want this.”
“No …” she murmurs.
“Keep telling yourself that, and you might actually start believing it,” I muse.
I stroke her slit with my thumb, which is getting wetter by the second. “Wet already, Princess? Not so proper now, are we?”
She groans, but no words come out. I suspect she’s still fighting the urge to enjoy this, which is good. It’s exactly what I want. Her to feel vulnerable, punished, and humiliated. This is exactly the kind of fate that she deserves after seducing me all those years ago. This is the pain she needs.
“So bad, Princess, so bad. Your pussy wants to be fucked so badly.” I smear her wetness all over her pussy. “Do you like being bad?”
“No,” she huffs, her hands trembling with need.
I slap her ass, making her bounce up and down on the top of the cage. “Ow!” she says.
“That’s what you get for lying.”
“Fine, I like being bad. I’ll just say whatever you want to hear. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“No, I want to hear the truth!” I say, and then I stick a whole finger into her pussy.
Her moan is so loud that it makes my cock push against my pants, eager to pump some sense into her.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs as I start to thrust in and out of her pussy, my finger coated in slickness.
“See? It’s not that hard to admit it.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she mutters.
I laugh. “Keep that fakery up, Princess. It’ll only make me want to punish you more.”
I push in another finger and fuck her hard and fast, causing her to shiver. Goosebumps cover her skin, and her breath comes in short gasps. I can feel her muscles contracting, so I take out my finger right before she explodes.
“Ah …” she moans. “Why did you stop?”
I slap her other ass cheek. “Don’t fucking ask questions you don’t deserve to ask.”
“Isn’t this what you want? To humiliate me? Well, you succeeded all right.”
I smirk. “You wish that was the only thing on my mind. No, I have much more planned, but first, I’m going to enjoy the soft flesh of your pussy. Now tell me, Vanessa, what is it that you want me to do?”
She turns her head toward me, frowning. “What? Why are you asking me?”
I smile at her. “Simple. Who gets to live or die? You know what I want, but are you willing to go there?”
She swallows, visibly shaken. She blinks and takes a few breaths. “I want … you to fuck me.”
I narrow my eyes, gazing into hers with equal passion … a passionate hatred. It shoots from her eyes like arrows directed straight to my heart. Too bad mine was ripped out long ago.
“Good choice, sweet cheeks,” I say. “Finally making the right decisions, I see.”
“Oh, fuck you,” she says.
“Such a potty mou
th, too,” I muse, licking my lips.
“Just for you,” she scoffs.
I grin, bringing my finger to my lips to taste her sweetness. I can’t help but groan when I taste her on my tongue. She tastes just like I remember … delicious.
Toxic.
The smile on my face dissipates as I remember why I’m here in the first place.
I want to fuck her.
I want to break her.
I want to throw her into the abyss.
Taste her … kill her … put her down where she belongs.
I want it all, and I’ll get it right fucking now.
CHAPTER 16
PHOENIX
Unbuttoning my pants and pulling down the zipper, I let my cock out of its prison. It springs free, ready for action. The moment I throw off my pants, her head turns toward me as if she can smell the lust coming from me. Fear and a hint of desire seep from her eyes, as she braces herself against the bars. She’ll need the support.
I’m going to fucking tear her soul out.
“I’m so fucking hungry for your ass,” I murmur, grabbing her legs and pulling her close.
“Wait,” she mutters.
I slap her hard. “No.”
“What about protection?”
I shake my head, confused. “You think I got something? Wow, you’re something special, you know that, Princess?”
She swallows. “You’re the one who didn’t trust me back at the party, when we …” She stops talking, which I assume is because she doesn’t want to remember the fact that she was desperate for my cock only a few years back, when we fucked during the party her husband didn’t survive.
“And I still don’t trust you,” I say, reaching into my pocket to take out a condom. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
“Yeah.”
I spank her again, this time so hard that her cry goes through marrow and bone. Lovely. “You don’t mean that.”
“Fuck you! Maybe I do,” she hisses.
I put on the condom. “No, you just want to tell yourself that because you hate admitting that you used to like me before all of this went down.”
“Just get it over with already.”
“Aw … are you afraid?” I ask, probing her pussy with my cock, making her gasp. “Afraid you might enjoy this?”
“Fu—”
She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because I thrust into her pussy so hard it makes my cock pulse with just one push. Goddammit, she feels so fucking nice. So fucking tight … just how I remember it.
“Still as tight as ever, Princess,” I muse. “And so wet …hmm … makes me want to have a taste later on.” I pull out and thrust back in, causing her to moan. “Maybe I will … if you behave.”
“What?” she gasps.
I grab her juicy ass to hold onto and smack into her again. “You fucking heard me,” I growl. “Take it like a good girl, and maybe I’ll reward you with a lick.”
Her hips buck with my pumps, her head almost banging against the bars, as I’m unable to control myself. Feeling her pussy around my cock is the wet dream I’ve been having for years. Only usually, I ended up killing her afterward. But I won’t let myself go that far … yet.
I want to enjoy her a little longer, push her a little further, so she’ll break right in my arms. So I’ll be her only witness when she falls apart. And when the job is done, and all that’s left is an empty shell, I’ll finish it once and for all.
I spank the side of her ass over and over again until it’s bright red and she’s screaming with tears running down her cheek. “Yes! Scream for me, Princess.”
She immediately smashes her lips together, but I can still hear the noises she makes. I know it’s hard for her not to make a sound when I’m riding her like this. I tighten my grip on the belt, pulling back so her head is up and she can feel the pressure on her throat.
“Like that, you little bitch?” I growl, fucking her hard.
“I liked Princess better,” she jests, taking a breath between each word because I’m pumping into her so hard.
A wicked smile appears on my face. “Oh, so now you do want to be my Princess, huh?” I shove my cock into her all the way to the base, burying myself deep inside her. “I’ll make you my fucking Princess.”
I can feel her muscles quake from the intense sensations, making my cock grow even harder.
“Oh, fuck,” she murmurs when I pull out and thrust back in again.
“Fuck, what? Fuck yes?” I muse, pulling back the belt tighter. She gurgles, unable to respond. Her choking turns me on so much; it makes me want to blow my load into her sweet, wet pussy.
“I can’t hear you!” I growl, smacking one side of her ass, while holding the belt tight.
“Yes!” she mewls, her pussy contracting with every thrust.
I feel like ravaging her until there’s nothing left but sweat, moans, and sighs. I can feel her body burn with need, and it fires me up.
“You’re moaning so loud, Princess. What will our guest think?”
“Shit,” she mutters.
“Uh-uh, don’t stop; let her hear your filthy screams.”
I can feel the pressure rising, making my cock thump with need. Fuck, it feels so good, might as well let her milk my juices out of me. That fucking Princess will have to work for it.
“You want me to stop?” I say.
She shakes her head and then nods. Her body must be telling her one thing while her brain says the other. Such a difficult choice … I can’t help but wonder how she must feel. Broken. Confused. Needy.
I grin. “Can’t choose, huh? Let me put it this way. I could do this for hours. I know how to hold my load.”
“No …” she murmurs.
I pull back on the leash, causing her to gag. Love that sound. “You don’t want me to fuck you forever, do you?”
“I can’t …” she says, barely able to pronounce a word.
“You can’t what? Handle it?” I smack her ass, pushing my cock into her hole at the same time. “You’d better fucking handle it because I’m not going to stop until you’ve milked my cum right out of me.”
“Please …” she mutters, turning her head. Her face has turned a little red, and a tear is running down her cheek.
“You look so fucking good when you cry, sweet cheeks,” I say, leaning over to reach between her legs. “It only makes me want to fuck you more.”
I push my hand between her legs and start flicking her clit rapidly, giving her no time to get accustomed to the feeling. She’ll take it the way I want it, when I want it. No ifs, ands, or buts.
“You’re going to fucking come for me,” I growl. “Whether you want to or not.”
“Oh, god,” she murmurs as I circle around her nub.
“I see you still like this as much as you used to,” I muse. “You’re still so desperate for my hand between your legs, flicking that little bean … so sensitive.” I muffle a laugh when a moan escapes her mouth. “See? You know how to show some appreciation for what I’m doing. It’s really not that hard.”
“Fuck off …”
“Tsk, so angry, even when I’m doing you a favor.”
“Favor?!” she repeats, frowning as she turns her head.
“I could be cutting you up,” I say, shrugging. “Instead, I’m fucking this pussy and giving it what it needs. I’d say you should be pretty grateful.”
She makes a face but doesn’t respond, probably too scared I might spank her again.
So, I do it anyway.
Her moan is so loud that it makes my cock pulse, and I have to tell myself to calm down so I don’t blow my load too soon. I want to feel her come all over me first … I want to witness her fall apart before I claim her as my own.
“Such a fucking filthy pussy,” I say, biting my lip while rubbing her clit.
My eyes are all over her round ass, wanting to take a bite and rip the skin off with my teeth. I’m so incredibly horny; I don’t even know the fucking difference between lust and hat
red anymore.
Her legs are shaking, and her breath seems out of control. Almost there … almost.
“Come on, Princess. Let go of that mask and show me what you really want. What you really crave. Moan for me. Scream my name. I know you want to.”
“Fuck!” she calls out, biting her lip as she looks back at me with needy eyes. Just looking at them makes me want to pull out and go over there to kiss her. I don’t know why it crosses my mind, so I push the thought away quickly before I actually do it. Fucking her comes first. This is what needs to happen … she needs to know who’s in control and who’s the fucking pet in this house.
My pet.
My Princess.
“My pussy,” I murmur, fucking her and rubbing her clit at the same time.
“Oh, god, I’m going to come …” she whispers.
“Yes, Princess. Fucking come. Now!” I growl.
She explodes all over my hands, wet juices dripping down my fingers. Her muscles contract around my cock, jerking me off so fucking perfectly that I get off. A loud groan comes from my mouth before I blow out my cum right inside her pussy, pushing deeper with every jet. I want her to feel it; I want her to experience the depth of my ownership over her body.
Halfway through my orgasm, I pull out, rip the condom off, and spurt the last bit of my seed all over her ass, marking her as mine.
“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, blowing out big breaths.
I feel completely wasted. I’m utterly destroyed from that powerful fuck. Goddamn, every fuck should be like that.
I slap her ass one final time before getting up. Bringing the belt, I walk to the front of her cage, where she’s leaning on her hands, her mouth hanging open, saliva almost dropping out.
“I fucked you really bad, didn’t I?” I muse, wiping her mouth with my index finger. “Such a dirty Princess.”
“Your fault,” she jests, which makes me laugh.
“I just can’t help myself. Whenever I see you, I just want to make you fucking filthy because that’s what you deserve.” Smiling, I wrap the long end of the belt around the bars of the cage and tie her up, forcing her to remain up, even though her legs are trembling.
“Don’t you fucking move,” I say. “And if you even dare to touch this thing wrapped around your neck, I’ll make sure you won’t have any fingers left to pry it off with.”
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