“What makes you think I will do that?” I say, frowning. “After everything you did to prove me wrong … now you suddenly want me? Like some sort of pet you own?”
“Exactly. I am giving you what you want, Miss Carrigan, but in return you will have to remain here forever, quiet, ready for me, always.”
I muffle a laugh and shake my head. “Too late. I used to want that until you showed me your true colors.”
His hand drifts down my body again, lingering on the side of my breasts before moving down to grip my hips. “You still want this. Don’t try to fool me; it won’t work. I can tell when a woman wants my mouth on hers, and my cock deep inside her pussy. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the way you arched toward me when I let my tongue roam free across your neck?”
I gulp, a flush spreading across my cheeks.
His wicked smile is impossible to ignore. “And you think I have showed you all I can do? Think again. There are a million ways to claim a woman, and there are a million ways to break them. Which one do you prefer?”
I slam my lips shut, because no matter the outcome, I refuse to answer that question. No good can come of it.
“There is more to me than just an asshole, Miss Carrigan. I can be a vicious man, but I am also the best lover you will ever have. I will take care of you like no other man can, and I don’t just mean your body, but your mind as well. It’s such a shame I couldn’t show it to you yet, but I will, now that I have you here. We have plenty of time. In fact, we have all the time in the world.”
He moves off the sofa, grabs the tea, and holds it to my lips again. I drink until it’s completely empty. I’m still thirsty when I’m finished, although I’m not sure what for.
As he puts the cup back down, he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Tell me, do you want to be tied up here for the rest of your days, or do you wish to roam freely through my house?”
“Whatever,” I say, not wanting to give him any ammunition against me.
“Do not play tricks on me, because it won’t work. You can’t get out. There is neither a lock on my door nor a key to get out. Only I can access or leave this apartment. It is too high for you to jump, unless you want to die, of course. I’m assuming you want to live, though. Anyway, you cannot get out, so there is no point in fighting me. Will you behave, Miss Carrigan?”
He caresses my cheek with his thumb, the delicateness of it throwing me off. I nod. I know I’ll regret doing so later, when I’ll be going after his tape again and he finds out. But I won’t give up.
Sebastian takes out a knife from the front pocket of his shirt. It immediately draws my attention as he brings it close to my abdomen. There is a gleam in his eyes, so devilish, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Now stay still … unless you want this to hurt.”
Accompanying song: “Hurricane” by Thirty Seconds To Mars
Providence, Rhode Island – April 30th, 2013, evening
I will make her hate me with every fiber of her being. I have to be her enemy; it’s the only way to keep us both safe. More importantly, alive. She has no clue what she’s done by following me, but I’d rather keep it that way, too. It would kill her if she knew. It would kill me, and I am not intent on dying. Not yet, anyway.
I stare at my watch, which seems to be one minute late on schedule, so I recalibrate it to be exactly on time again. I hate being late for anything in life. Nothing is going according to plan, which is unfortunate, but I’ll have to work around it.
At first I thought scaring her, making her terrified of me, would do the trick, but it seems I have to show her how truly cruel life can get before she’ll finally flee.
No, I am not a good man. In my flat-ironed suit and shiny shoes, with my slick hair tucked back and my charm, I pretend I am civilized. The opposite is the truth. At least, that’s what I tell myself. At times, I am perfectly fine with the wicked life I lead, and other times, I am willing to kill myself to change it all. Still, I have not been able to make a choice between insanity and purity. Will I choose the dark side, the side where I will live? Or will I choose the light and jump toward it, ending it all? The lies I tell blur the lines of reality until even I can’t tell them apart anymore.
Blood is on my hands. There is no turning back time. If I ever wish to make amends, I must choose right this time. I must atone for my sins. I will start with her.
I will show her the ways of darkness, the evil that resides in my heart, so I can save her from myself. One soul for another.
She is defeated—not only physically but mentally, too. I don’t need to know her to see it. In order to fix her and make her okay, I will have to break her down to the point of destruction. She won’t like it. It will make me her enemy. I will be for her what she needs—obsession to the point of murder. In the end, when this is all over, she’ll be the one to hold the knife to my throat. And when that time comes, I’ll gladly accept my punishment.
But first … she will need to pay for her defiance and learn to listen to me. It’s the only way to survive.
I gaze at the see-through door to my bathroom, watching her shower. Her naked body is as magnificent as ever, her curves a feast for the eyes. I love watching her soap herself up while she tries to hide her innocence from me. As if I didn’t already pluck that fruit she harbors. Well, there is one left … but I will not take it yet. Before I plunder her pussy, I will make her obedient. I don’t want any more mess on my hands, and to prevent it I need to train her so she’ll obey me. She needs to know who’s in charge of her life now. After all, she chose to throw herself at my feet; I am merely giving her what she needs.
Someone to dominate her. Someone to teach her how to deal with insecurities, with pain, with sorrow. Someone to make her strong. I will be that someone she can desire and hate at the same time. I will tear out her worst fears and make them my own, and then I will become the one she can’t live without. Someone to obsess about. I will become all of it.
For her.
The woman who changed the core of my very soul.
She cracked me open, tugged on my heart, and left me waning in the darkness of my own life. In a split second, she showed me how dark I have become. I know there is still hope for me. I will make it all better again; I make that promise now, not just to myself, but to her as well.
At the moment, she thinks I am the crux of her downfall.
It is exactly what I need her to think.
Because it is the truth.
As she steps out of the shower, walks into the dining area, and glances at me uncomfortably, I flash her a smile. I can’t help but notice the tiny freckles on her nose and how they match her sparkling eyes perfectly. I love the way she is delicate with the dress I chose for her as she picks it up and inspects it as if it won’t fit. Of course, it will fit. I had my housekeeper, Conchita, measure her size while she was still unconscious. It’s a beautiful white, strapless gown, the top part around her chest lined with crystals, suited for a queen.
My queen.
Yes … I see it all play out before me. The chess pieces are laid out on the field, and all I have to do is push. Pawn after pawn, I will sacrifice, until only a few are left, and then I will take them all down.
She might be able to play an important part, who knows? For now, it’s too soon to tell how she will react to it all. Only time will tell if she can cope with the horrors of this world. If she can be the queen of a murderer who betrays his kin.
When she walks out of the bathroom fully dressed, I marvel at the sight. I’m struck in awe at her beauty—this red-haired seductress who tempted me to come to the light again. Her eyes glow with fiery decisiveness, as if she would attack me at any moment and pierce me with my own knife. It only makes me want her more. Just the thought of knowing she isn’t wearing any panties makes my cock hard. I think I will definitely make her mine tonight.
She walks toward me and leans over me to grab something off the table. I’m sitting in my chair, gazi
ng straight up at her tits, admiring the view. I don’t flinch when she moves back. I think she expected me to. Of course, I expect her to attack, but not now. I know what it looks like when a person wants to run or fight, and the look in her eyes was neither. No, this look is pure loathing, but not to the point of wanting to hurt either of us. Not yet.
Between her fingers, she holds a few toothpicks, which she sticks in her hair, making a sophisticated bun. Then she stands before me, her hands on her hips, obnoxious, as if she could make a stand. I can see her legs tremble underneath her. Such a pity she isn’t nearly strong enough yet. Time to improve that.
“So, what now?” she asks, tapping her feet. “I’ve showered. What do you want from me? Do you want me to pretend this is all normal? Have dinner with you like this is just some random date?” She sounds irritated, and it makes me smile. I would love to see more of her feistiness.
“No,” I say as I scoot my chair back to my place at the table. “I want you to sit down at the end of the table and eat.”
She takes a deep breath and sighs, grinding her teeth before walking to her seat and stubbornly sitting down. Crossing her legs and arms, she stares at me as I snap my finger and my housekeeper steps into the room with two plates of delicious crab. Her eyes target Conchita like a hound. “She knows that I’m abducted? Hey, lady, do you not at all care I’m a prisoner against my will? This man has a tape of me, which he won’t give to me. He’s extorting me. This is illegal. It’s against the law.”
Her rambling is cute to hear.
When she notices my housekeeper does not respond while setting the plates down, she makes a face at me. “Why isn’t she responding? Is she deaf or have you done something to her, too?”
“Conchita does not talk unless I ask her something. Her job is to serve me at all times. That is all.”
“Like a slave,” she scoffs.
“No, Miss Carrigan, a slave would not get paid.”
“I bet you pay her a lot to keep her mouth shut then.”
“Indeed, I do. Now eat up,” I say as I grab my fork and knife.
She gapes at me, dropping her hands beside her.
“Well, don’t be so surprised,” I say. “It’s not like you didn’t know what money could buy.”
“I’m not. I’m merely surprised at how evil you truly are. Extortionist.”
“I would call it a good incentive.” I smile. “Now, let’s eat, before it gets cold.”
“No.”
I look up, annoyed at her refusal to dine with me. “You will eat.”
“No. You can’t force me.”
Anger boils inside me. How dare she provoke me again. She’ll soon learn not to defy me.
I slam my fist on the table. “Eat. Now.”
“Or else? What are you planning on doing? I don’t suppose this could get any worse.”
“Oh … Miss Carrigan, it’s there that you are mistaken. It can get much worse. You see, this crab is not nearly enough to still my cravings. I’m dying for something else to eat. Something soft … and wet. And I would not stop until you would beg me. And you know what else? I would do it after every meal—so often, so hard, and so long—that you would not even be able to speak, let alone stand. So tell me, Miss Carrigan, do you dare resist me, so that I can punish you? Because I am so looking forward to it, and trust me, I would do so much more than just eat. My hands are itching to see more of that luscious red skin you glowed the other day. And my teeth … hmmm … they are sharp, you know.”
I flash a grin as her eyes widen. She’s completely silenced for a moment, and I love the sight. Depravity is easily achieved with me. Slowly, she grabs her fork, her eyes on me at all times when she starts prying at her crab. I know she’s hungry; I could hear her stomach growl when she leaned over me to reach the toothpicks. However, she seems reluctant to eat.
“Go ahead, it’s safe to eat. I’m not trying to poison you,” I say.
“No drugs stuffed inside? Lucky me.”
I smile at her comment, which is kind of endearing. But then she raises her fork and throws it at me.
Within a fraction of a second, she’s up from her chair. Her feet are quick as she runs toward to the door. I can’t even catch her by lunging forward. I scramble up and rush after her.
“Open, goddammit!” she screams at the door, banging it.
Before she has a chance to slam it again, I wrap both my arms around her arms and waist, trapping her. “Didn’t I tell you? I am the key.” She struggles in my arms as I push her up against the door.
“No!”
“Yes,” I whisper. “There’s no way out. It’s useless.”
“Let me go!”
“You had your chance to get away from me. It’s too late now.” I grin against her neck. I can hear her every gasp, feel her body shake, her lungs inhaling air. The closeness makes my cock throb. “All you can do now is hope for mercy. Beg me to go easy on you. And you know what? I’m finding it really hard to control myself right now …” I lick the rim of her ear. “I can’t wait to sink my teeth into your flesh.”
“Stop it! Stop it!” she cries out. “Where is the Sebastian I knew? Who are you?”
Her desperate pleas won’t help anymore. “He never existed. It was all in your head.” My hands tighten around her body as she fights me for control. I won’t give it up, ever. Just as submission is in her blood, domination is in mine. Never has the urge to control a woman for my own pleasure been this strong.
“I don’t believe it.”
“Oh … I’ll show you what I do to women such as yourself. With my tongue. My fingers. My cock. Oh yes, I’ll make you beg for it all,” I grunt, planting a kiss right below her ear.
“Don’t touch me …” she says, sniffing.
“You begged me before …” I whisper, nibbling on her earlobe. “I can make you do it again.”
She gasps. “I shouldn’t have come after you.”
“Finally, you realize it was a mistake to follow me.” Her arms become limber by the second as I still have her pinned against my front door. “Do you give in?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she starts to move around again, trying to escape from my grasp.
“I’ll take that as a no. Not that you have a choice in the matter. I’ll make you submit whether you’re willing or not. After tonight is over, you will beg me to fill your pussy to the brim. Night after night. Like a willing captive.”
“Never,” she snaps. “Not for a man like you.”
“We’ll see …” I drag her away from the door. She digs her feet in my white carpet, but I’m not easily thwarted in my plans. Her strength is no match for mine, especially since she’s still recovering from being drugged. As I walk past my cabinet, I take out two sets of metal cuffs. I make her stand above her own chair, her tits against the back, neck over the edge, and ass to the front of the seat. I cuff her hands to the top, then her feet to the legs, forcing her to stand in a bending position. Horror settles in her eyes as I walk back to that same cabinet and take out the rope.
“What are you going to do to me?” she says.
“Use you until you’re too tired to stand, and then I’ll do it again … and again … and again. Don’t think for a second you can leave my grasp. You had your chance. You whiffed freedom away as if it was yours to give. Tonight, you’ll learn the error of your ways.”
Accompanying song: “Bad Romance” by Thirty Seconds To Mars
Providence, Rhode Island – April 30th, 2013, evening
Her lips tremble as I unfurl the rope. I like to see her pretty face, how she looks in terrible awe at my obsession with ropes.
Yes, I don’t just like them—I love them. I live to tie up my lovers, again and again, in all sorts of positions—whether it be strapped to a bed, on a pole, against a tree, to a table, or hanging from the ceiling. Anything to fulfill my need for complete submission. A beautiful, sophisticated piece of art is what I call them. Delicate, fuckable pieces of art.
I wrap
the rope around her ankles and the chair first, so I can take off those hideous cuffs again. I don’t normally use them, but with reluctant women like her, I have to. Still, I prefer to view and fuck my woman without them. Always.
I do the same to her hands, tying them with the rope before taking off the cuffs. I walk around the chair to admire the view. “How does it feel?”
“Like I’m being held against my will.”
I cock my head. “Oh, come now, did you not expect this at the very least, after all the warnings I gave you?”
“I expected a sane man, and you, Mister Brand, are insane.”
“I could say the same about you, Miss Carrigan. You chased me, repeatedly, even after I warned you and told you to run. Does that not make you a lover of dangerous things?” I plant my hand on her thigh, smoothing inward across her dress. I can see her hold her breath. I love that reflex, the one that appears when what I do has a lustful effect on her. I lean in closer. “Did you not secretly wish for me to whisk you away and keep you hidden forever?”
She shakes her head, slamming her lips together as if they would betray her inner thoughts. A wicked, half-smile appears on my lips. “No matter how many times you try to deny to me or yourself, I don’t believe you. You’ve dreamed of the darkness, Miss. It entices you, just like it does me.”
She huffs. “I doubt that.”
“I don’t.” My hand slips down her leg, just inches away from her pussy. “You might tell yourself that because you’re too scared of the consequences. That if you enjoy this for even a second, you’d deem yourself unfit for the regular world. Well, I have news for you … you aren’t fit for the outside world.”
Her eyes avoid mine, searching for something else to focus on besides my attention demanding eyes. So I grab her chin and force her to gaze at me instead. “You were always only suitable for me. Is that not what you told yourself? That you loved only me and that you needed only me? Well, I think I have my perfect submissive captive then.” I stand up, take my hands off her, and spin her chair around so she can face the rows of windows. The outside world is watching us, lights on, on view for millions to see. It only adds to the sensuality, the openness. While no one is close enough to see or know what we will be doing tonight, just the thought of fucking her for the world to see gives me goosebumps.
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