Snare (Delirious book 1)

by Wild, Clarissa

  I walk to my cabinet and take out scissors. The snipping sound it makes before I come close has her looking panicked, almost to the point of wanting to bolt. I try to calm her with a smile as I come closer and place the scissors on the table. “They are only precaution.”

  “Precaution for mutilating me?”

  I laugh a little. “Miss, I might be cruel, but not that cruel. I enjoy my fair share of sadism and bondage, but not to the point of brutalizing someone.” Although I wouldn’t dislike biting her… but I think I’ll keep that to myself. I want her to enjoy tonight.

  “I don’t know what to expect from you anymore,” she scoffs.

  “Good. I intend to keep it that way.” I smile a little, but she shows me her teeth. I guess she’ll be hard to train, but we’ll get there.

  I walk circles around her, admiring the view. She swallows; a flush appearing on her cheeks as I raise her dress a little higher each time I pass her. “Does this embarrass you, Miss? To be touched in such a passionate way by your captor? Do you feel the need to accept my hand and let it guide you into delirious wantonness?”

  “It embarrasses me that you have me strapped like this, like some kind of animal.”

  “Oh, but I do intend to use you like some kind of animal,” I say. “I like my women tied up, ready to take my cock.”

  She inhales sharply. “Not in a million years. I’m done with you. I’ve been done with you since you made me believe a bunch of pervy old men were watching me. How sick are you?”

  “Sick enough to like you yelling at me.”

  “Fuck you …” she spits.

  “I will, in fact. I’ll fill all your pretty holes tonight.”

  Her eyes widen, and her blush glows even redder than before.

  “Yes, Miss Carrigan. I do intend to fuck you, but not in the way you want. You know, after all that stalking you did, I think you deserve a good fuck. After all, it’s what you were after since the beginning.”

  “Love. I was looking for love,” she sighs. “And you have nothing to offer.”

  “Hmmm … and that’s where you’re mistaken. You keep thinking I only want to hurt you, but I was only looking out for you.”

  “Looking out for me?” she scoffs as if she can’t believe it.

  “Yes, contrary to what you may believe, trying to scare you off was, in fact, a safer option. But since you refuse it, I’ll have to keep you hidden.”

  “Hidden from what?” she yells. “I should be hiding from you!”

  “Yes … you’re right about that.” I chuckle. “Although you should know that there are far more dangerous people out there than me. But you should know that now I’ve made the choice to keep you as a captive, I will love you like no one else can.”

  “Right …” she sneers. “If this is called love … I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

  I grab her chin and lift her head, looking her deep in the eye. I want her to see the emotion in me, that one good side of me that is trying to keep its head afloat. “You have no idea of the love I’m capable of. The protective, obsessive kind.”

  She lets out another sigh. “I used to think you were like that, too. Until I met you.”

  I shake my head and let go of her. “We’ll see how you think about it after I’m done with you … but first, keep your ass up in the air.”

  “Why would I?”

  I reach for the knife in my pocket, unfolding it from its sheath in front of her. “This. You do as I say, or I will turn this into a more … sadistic game. Have I ever told you how intrigued I am by blood? No? You might find out if you keep taunting me.”

  She inhales sharply as I show the knife to her, twisting it in my hand like a toy. I might have gone too far with this one, but she’s so infuriating sometimes. It’s difficult to keep my composure, knowing she throws all my effort overboard like it means nothing. She has no clue what kind of danger surrounds us now because of her.

  And it’s too late to back out now.

  I walk to her backside and lift up her dress completely, exposing her bare ass. Sticking out like a sweet delicious treat. My cock begins to throb just at the sight of her delicious ass and pussy, which are all on display. “Hmmm …” I groan as I place my hand on her ass. She flinches, her muscles tensing under my touch. “Relax, Miss Carrigan. Let go of your anxiety. Or you won’t enjoy this at all.”

  “I don’t want to,” she murmurs as my hands splay on her ass, circling, before dipping down between her legs. I’m casually petting her, avoiding her pussy on purpose. She says she doesn’t want to, but from the goosebumps on her body, I can tell she likes it when I touch her. “So you say … I beg to differ. Your body is aching for my touch, regardless of how strongly you hate me right now for putting you through all that. I admire your tenacity, but it won’t conceal your needs. Let me give it to you.” I continue down her legs and back up her inner thighs, wreaking chaos of her senses. She shivers from my touch as I linger close to her pussy but don’t touch it yet.

  With a flat hand, I smack her ass. The way she jolts up and yelps is lovely. “Your ass is so nice and perky but not nearly rosy enough.”

  She hisses, but nothing comes from her mouth. I assume it’s because she’s swallowing her own words. Trying to maintain her composure … it won’t last. I’ll break her down, bit by bit, until there’s nothing left but need and lust, hatred and betrayal. It’s all I can do for her. And then she’ll finally disappear from my life, making us both safe again.

  But in order to get there … I’ll have to make her suffer from sweet bliss.

  I slap her ass again, causing her to jerk on her restraints, but not nearly enough to remotely begin to break free. Then I rub her sore spot and repeat the same process over again, each time on a different side of her ass, until both cheeks are nice and red. When her squeals become less loud, I resort to sliding my finger down alongside her pussy, caressing it softly, but not enough to set her off. Her body leans backward, pushing softly against my hand. I don’t need her to tell me that she wants this badly. As I slide my hand up and down, I remove more of my fingers from the equation, leaving only one to play with her pussy. My finger moves from top to bottom, coating it with her wetness.

  She moans, and I grin from the sound. “See? You like this.”

  “No …” she murmurs.

  “You’re wet for my finger, Miss Carrigan. Don’t believe me? I’ll show you … let me enter you so you can feel how wet you are for me.” I dip a finger inside. She squeezes her thighs together but then relaxes again as I slide in deeper, pushing my finger in completely before taking it out again. She lets out an exasperated sigh.

  “Difficult, isn’t it? Admitting that your body has a different idea of need.”

  She doesn’t answer, but her muffled moan when I push my thumb in says enough. Increasing my pace slowly, I fuck her with my thumb, driving in and out. Wetness covers it, so I pull it out and lick it off. “Hmm … you taste so nice. I can’t wait to eat you out.”

  “Please …” she begs, straining to free her wrists. It’s no use. I know how to tie them well. I continue with my other hand, thrusting in an index finger while I’m still sucking off her juices from my thumb. First, one finger … then two … until she’s dripping and moaning out loud. Even she can’t stop her mouth from splurging anymore. Taking my fingers out of her, I place two fingers on her clit, circling it eagerly. My cock strains my pants to the limit, and it almost hurts not to fuck her. But I won’t be claiming her pussy just yet—I need to control myself as well as her. I need to teach her to obey, that I am the owner of her pussy now, and I will do with it what I want. I decide when I will grant her the pleasure of my cock thrusting inside her. And I will decide when she comes and when she’ll beg.

  Circling her clit, I drive her to the edge of insanity. Her leg muscles tighten as she rises onto her tiptoes, which means an orgasm must be impending. Before she comes apart, I take out my fingers and release her from my grip.

  She groans. �
�What are you doing?”

  I slap her ass, causing her to squeal again. “You will address me as Mister Brand. Disobey and you will get punished for it.”

  “Why did you …” she mutters, her body shivering.

  “You will not come without my permission. Now, since you are not ready for my cock and have not deserved it, I will be plundering a different hole. You might not be accustomed to this type of arousal, but I can ensure you that you will come to enjoy it, in time.”

  “What are you talking about?” Her voice is shrill, and she sounds frightened.

  “Your pussy hasn’t earned my cock yet, so I’ll feast myself on your ass for the time being.”

  “What?” she yells as I bring my fingers to her back hole and lube it up.

  “Don’t worry, Miss Carrigan, I’ll take it slow. One finger at a time …” I push in my finger, and she makes an ‘oomph’ sound, her body tensing. I place my hand on her back, forcing her down as I enter her from behind. “Relax, Miss Carrigan. Let my finger give you pleasure instead of pain.” She growls but doesn’t scream out. I push my finger in and out until she’s calmed down a bit, spreading her wetness all over her bud. Her hands are clamped to the chair. I can tell she’s still too scared, so I decide to take a different approach.

  I go to my knees and press my face into her pussy. She squeals when my mouth touches her clit. I start licking, slowly at first, but when I hear her moans, I get riled up. I suck on her clit and let my tongue glide in and out of her. My finger is still inside her ass as I suck on her, letting her get used to the combination of pain and pleasure. Soon, she’s moaning again, and I’m enjoying the sounds as I eat her out.

  “God, you taste so good. I almost can’t stop,” I murmur against her pussy.

  “Ahhh … I can’t …”

  “You can’t what?”

  “Don’t …”

  “What?” I tug on her inner lips and push in my finger further at the same time. Her body bucks from the building pressure.

  “Holy shit …” she whispers.

  I laugh against her skin, kissing her pussy over and over until it’s swollen and red.

  “Don’t stop …”

  “Hmmm …” I lick one last time. “Almost.” And then take out my fingers and remove my tongue from her pussy. She’s left panting, groaning from frustration.

  “Was that so bad?” I say.

  She huffs but doesn’t say a word. I know she hates me for making her want this.

  “Now … I think it’s time to take this a step further.” I walk to her front and bend over before her, smiling. She breathes out heavily, her lips quivering from the intensity of what I’m doing to her. I reach through the wooden bars of the chair and pull down her dress. She gasps as I cup her tits and make her nipples hard.

  “You can gasp all you want, but I know you enjoy this as much as I do,” I say with a wicked smile, puckering up her nipples through the backside of the chair. When she squints and makes a face, I squeeze her nipples and pull.

  She squeals as I tug them toward me through the bars, and then I press my lips on hers. Her pink mouth is soft and smooth and a delicacy for my own. I kiss her hard, rough, tugging on her nipples so she can’t get away. Her eyes are wide open, in shock, but her mouth still accepts mine as I plunder it. My tongue skims the top of her lip before I take my mouth off her again. Her eyes are bewildered, in complete disarray, and I love the sight of it. The way I affect her to the point of devastation is magnificent.

  I give her tits a smack, pulling her back to this world.

  “Hey! You can’t do that.”

  “What? Make you weak in the knees from my kiss?”

  “Yes! Wait … no, that’s not what I meant,” she yells.

  I laugh and walk to the cabinet to take out some lube and a plug. Her pupils enlarge at the sight of it. “What’s that?” she asks.

  “A toy for me to play with.”

  “Oh no …”

  “Oh yes.” I grin as I move to her backside again. First, I coat the plug with lube before smearing some on her bud. “Have you done this before?” I ask.

  “No,” she says.

  “But you have been with other men.”

  “Yes,” she replies.

  I smack her hard. She jerks from the pain. “It’s Mister Brand. Don’t forget it.”

  “Sorry, Mister Brand.”

  “Good.” I grin. “Hmm … too bad no other man has ever gone this far for you. I’ll show you how good it can be.”

  Accompanying song: “Bad Romance” by Thirty Seconds To Mars

  She squirms in the chair as I place my hand flat on her ass and push the plug against her entry. “Don’t fight it, Miss Carrigan. Accept it, like you did with my finger.”

  She squeals as I insert the plug slowly but steadily. Slamming the chair with her chest, she rocks it up and down, but I keep her down with my hand. “Take it,” I growl. “Please me, Miss Carrigan, and I will do the same for you. Make me proud. Relax and let it in. You can do it.”

  “I can’t …”

  “Yes, you can.” I push the plug in completely. “See?”

  When I take my hand away, she starts pushing it out. A flat smack to the ass jerks her right up, stopping it immediately. “Don’t. Keep it in there,” I say. “Or I will punish you severely.”

  “As if this isn’t punishment enough,” she mutters.

  “This is pleasure, Miss Carrigan. But you’ll learn to see the difference.”

  I reach for a piece of rope that’s still on the table and tie it around her left leg, right beside her pussy, and then up around her waist. I create a knot near her navel before pulling it back up her pussy and ass. There, I drag the rope all the way up to her head. There are tears in her eyes, but I ignore them. She watches me as I draw the rope around her neck, softly pulling the ends together to make it tight.

  “Tilt your head back,” I say, and she does exactly that. I pull the rope hard enough and then tie it together at her back, forcing her to keep her head tilted back.

  Taking a step back, I admire the view. The ropes run all the way down her back, putting tension on her ass and pussy. It’s very likely she can feel the rope pushing into her skin and clit when she attempts to move her head. The rope must be coated with her wetness. The butt plug won’t be coming out anytime soon. Perfect. Submission by force. A beautiful flower blooming under my command.

  “Please …” she whispers, obviously swallowing away the tears.

  Coming closer, I palm her cheek and caress her, wiping away one of the tears rolling down. “Shhh … you’re beautiful. If only you could see yourself right now.”

  “You’re humiliating me …” she says.

  “I know,” I whisper, leaning close to her. “It’s what I desire the most. To have your pussy tied up like that … hmmm … it makes me so hard.” Reaching for my pocket, I take out a knife and place it on the table behind me. I unbutton my shirt slowly, taking my time and hers so she can feast her eyes on my body. Even in a situation such as this, I can tell she still wants me. Her eyes betray her. My shirt drops to the floor. I rip down my zipper and drop my pants, exposing my bare cock to her. I spot her eyes momentarily zooming in on it before abruptly pulling away again as if it’s a sin to look at it.

  “Yes, Miss Carrigan, I know you want this. You’ve been thinking about this since the moment you saw me.”

  She pulls up her nose when I step closer, tempting her mouth with my cock.

  “Open your mouth.”

  “No.”

  Licking my lips, I reach behind me, grabbing the knife from the table. The sight of it is enough for her to part her lips.

  “Hurt me then,” she says. “I don’t care anymore.”

  “Of course you do.” In a few seconds, I have the knife on her back, drawing a line with it. She hisses, arching her back to avoid the blade. There is no blood, but the threat is real. I could push down harder, but I don’t want to hurt her … yet.

  “Now …
are you going to let me claim that beautiful mouth of yours?” I say as I put back the knife.

  “No.”

  I grab her nose and press her nostrils together. “I’m not going to play games with you, Miss. Now open up or faint. Your choice.”

  She resists for a moment, fighting me and the chair, but soon she realizes the movements of her head will only bring her pleasure and pain. The ropes are tight and prevent her from moving. Giving up, she opens her mouth, and I dip my fingers in first.

  “Good … it’s time I get some pleasure of my own after licking you out.” I press my finger down on her tongue. “But if you bite, I will hurt you. Be warned.”

  Taking out my finger, I give her no time to respond before jamming my cock in her mouth. She groans loudly as I push in and out again. No time to get used to the feeling, I thrust back in again, forcing her to let go of her resistance. She needs to know who’s in charge, needs to learn to accept and listen.

  “Yes, Miss Carrigan, this mouth is mine now, along with the rest of your body. I will take what I want when I want. You got what you wished for—dirty, raunchy, sex.”

  Her fingers splay as I fuck her mouth. Her saliva coats my cock with wetness, making it easier to plunge back in again. She struggles to breathe, so I take it out for a second so she can get some air before I thrust in again.

  Her head is tilted back far, and she tries to move, causing the ropes to tighten. “Does it feel good?” I ask. “The more you struggle, the tighter the ropes become.”

  I gather a bundle of her red hair and hold onto it like reins. She chokes on my cock as I thrust in again. I feel it pulsate against the roof of her mouth, her slick tongue bringing me close to an orgasm.