by Julia Sykes
Her pale gaze sparked. “I didn’t want to be drugged again.”
My stomach twisted at the very idea of Samantha subjected to the Bliss that my brother and his men used against the women in his brothel. She’d be mindlessly compliant and weakened by artificial lust. It would hollow her out, just like Lauren.
“I don’t need to drug you to keep you compliant. I wouldn’t do that,” I promised.
“You drugged me last night,” she shot back, reminding me of how I’d sedated her so I could tend to the cuts Cristian had sliced into her skin.
I fixed her with a frown. “You were hurting. I was sparing you more pain. Would you have preferred to suffer?”
She lifted her chin. “Yes,” she declared, defiant. “Then I could have at least kept the dignity of my clothing. You stripped me as soon as I was unconscious.”
If she thought she could make me feel guilty for revealing her body, she was mistaken. She was mine to admire, and I’d keep her fully bared to me at all times.
“Do you really think you’d still be wearing clothes if I didn’t want you to? You can’t hide from me, Samantha.”
To prove my point, I fisted the sheet at her lower back. I’d allowed her to remain covered for far too long. The challenging tilt of her chin proved that much.
She twisted against me in a vain attempt to hide from me. Her squirming only made the sheet fall away that much more easily. Within seconds, her naked body was pressed to my suit-clad form. I liked her like this: wearing nothing but my collar while I kept her slim body locked in my embrace.
“You shouldn’t have covered yourself,” I issued a stern reprimand.
Her brows drew together, her lips thinning. “So you would have paraded me naked in front of everyone? In front of your brother? How fucked up is your family?”
My jaw tightened. She didn’t have the faintest idea about my fucked-up family dynamics, but that was none of her concern. Her only concern should be pleasing me.
“I would have covered you before I invited Cristian in. I don’t let other men look at what’s mine.”
Her small hands shoved at my chest in a fruitless attempt to push me away. “I’m not your property,” she seethed.
That was exactly what I wanted her to be: my pretty captive, my possession.
I wound her silky hair around my fingers and tugged her head back, trapping her beneath my implacable stare. “You could be,” I informed her, softening the hungry edge that threatened to roughen my tone. I didn’t want to frighten her, but she needed to understand the extent of my control. “I could make you my plaything, my eager little fucktoy. And I think you would be eager, Samantha. Your body aches to be touched.”
Her cheeks turned scarlet, and she writhed in my grip. Did she realize how she rubbed her peaked nipples against my chest?
No. I doubted my sweet little virgin was aware of how my dark desires affected her. It would make corrupting her that much more delicious.
“I don’t want to be your…” She trailed off, as though she couldn’t repeat my crass word. It wouldn’t issue from her innocent tongue.
There were all sorts of ways I wanted to train her to use her tongue, and none of them involved her cursing.
“You do,” I countered calmly. She might not want to acknowledge it, but that wouldn’t save her from the truth. I smoothed my fingers over her hair to prevent her defiance from melting into panic. She teetered on a knife’s edge; if I pushed too hard without gentling her, I wouldn’t be able to elicit pleasure from her untried body.
“But you’re still afraid,” I said softly. “You’re so innocent, you’re scared for me to touch your little pussy. That ends now. Your innocence is mine. Your pleasure is mine. You will accept my touch.”
She glowered at me. “I won’t. I won’t invite you to rape me.”
The disgusting word barely pricked my desire. It was a natural conclusion for her, and it was time she fully understood the terms of our relationship.
“I will never rape you,” I said evenly. “And I won’t fuck you at your invitation. You will beg and weep for my cock before I give you what you want.”
She shuddered in my arms, her body softening into mine as she trembled for me. The storm clouds of fear and desire in her expressive eyes captured my full attention. I relished her fear, because it was a manifestation of the power I held over her. But the desire she tried to deny intoxicated me. Samantha was perfect for my perversions, her psyche and body reacting to her fear with lust that matched my own.
I watched with a touch of awe as the storm clouds cleared, dissipating in a flash of flame-blue. My little captive was still deliciously defiant. The monster inside me stirred, my cock stiffening in anticipation. I’d relish taming this fierce, fragile creature.
“Go ahead and punish me, then,” she challenged. “You can spank me all you want, but I’ll never beg you to violate me.”
My scar twisted on my perverse smile. “I do enjoy a challenge.” I leaned down, so I could murmur the truth in her ear, allowing my lips to brush against her sensitive flesh. “You enjoyed your spanking, so it’s hardly a punishment.” My cock pulsed at the memory of her pert little ass turning red-hot beneath my hand.
I pushed that particular desire aside.
“But that’s not what I have planned for you. You owe me an orgasm. Your first. I want it. I’m going to make you come hard, so your body has no doubt that I’m your Master. I can give you pleasure. I can give you pain. Obedience is taught through discipline: punishment and reward. It’s time you learned exactly what that means.”
She trembled, and I could see her pulse jumping at her throat. A frightened doe had replaced the angry kitten in my arms. I wasn’t sure which I found more entrancing.
My cock throbbed, pressing into her belly. I pushed against her, reveling in the way her breath hitched as I forced her to acknowledge the erotic tension between us.
“Do you feel what you do to me, sirenita?” I asked, unable to prevent lust from roughening my voice. “You are so beautiful when you’re like this; your little body shuddering in my arms. Are you frightened? Or aroused?” I nipped at her ear, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Or both?”
I knew the truth, but she wouldn’t acknowledge it. Dark anticipation swirled within me as I proceeded to prove it to her. Keeping one arm locked around her waist, I trailed my free hand down her ass before dipping it between her legs to test her arousal. I’d already smelled the intoxicating, feminine scent suffusing the air around me, but I needed to show her the evidence she wanted to deny. I touched two fingers to her soft folds, swirling them in the wetness I found there.
“Both,” I concluded with satisfaction, pleasure unfurling in my chest.
My lips ghosted over her neck, just below her ear. She shivered in response, and my kiss firmed on her sensitive skin without thought. I didn’t usually treat women with such unwitting tenderness, but Samantha’s needs were so well-suited to mine that I couldn’t help myself.
I shook off the moment of weakness and issued a low command. “Stay.”
She didn’t so much as twitch when I released her from my hold and stepped away. Only her eyes moved as she watched me cross the short distance to my chest of drawers. I selected the items I needed, careful to block her view with my body. I didn’t want her to know what was coming. If she was prepared, she might not be as fearful.
I certainly didn’t want to dim her mouthwatering trepidation. Keeping her on edge gave me more of the heady sense of control I craved; her helplessness kept my cock hard and ready to ravage her tight pussy.
As badly as I wanted to fuck her, I’d told the truth when I’d said I wouldn’t rape her. Taking what I wanted from her by force would be easy. Boring.
Bending her to my will and shaping her into my eager fucktoy? That took skill. I could be a very patient man, especially when it came to claiming a woman, body and soul.
I pocketed all of the perverted items I’d selected for her, except for the bli
ndfold. I wrapped the length of silky black cloth around my fingers, holding my fist out slightly as I approached her once again. Her gaze flitted to the blindfold, and she took a step back with a slight shake of her head.
“I like watching your lovely eyes when I’m playing with you, but this will make you more aware of what I’m making you feel,” I told her.
“What?” she asked faintly.
I didn’t give her time to collect herself. She didn’t try to flee or fight when I lifted the cloth to her face. Instead, she closed her eyes as I pressed it against them and knotted the blindfold in place at the back of her head.
Finally, her body reacted, and she reached up to pull the cloth away. I caught her wrists easily and redirected her arms to her sides.
“Settle, cosita. This isn’t going to hurt.”
Her next words went straight to my cock. “I’m scared,” she admitted on a shaky whisper.
A low rumble left my chest; a sound of dark satisfaction. “If I were a good man, I’d tell you not to be frightened. But I’m not a good man.” I grasped one of her delicate hands and pressed her palm against my erection. “I like having you at my mercy, Samantha. I like when you tremble and whimper for me.”
“Please.” Her high whine and feeble attempt to tug her hand away made my blood run hotter.
My fingers firmed around hers, forcing her to continue touching my cock through my slacks. “Just like that.” My voice was a bit rougher, less controlled than I would have liked. “But soon, you’ll be begging me to touch you, not to release you.”
I forced myself to release her for the moment, or I might guide her hand beneath my slacks and make her touch me skin-to-skin. She wasn’t ready for that. My spooked little virgin needed to be in a lust-drunk cloud before I exposed her to my cock. Not to mention, I needed to be sure that she was thoroughly docile first. I didn’t want the angry kitten to surface again and try to scratch me where she might actually do some damage.
I gripped her waist and lifted her slight body, positioning her where I wanted her on the bed. She immediately flailed and tried to roll away, the blindfold making her even more adorably awkward than ever. She’d already proven that she wasn’t a skilled fighter, but with her sight taken, she really was helpless.
It only took a second for me to retrieve the handcuffs from my pocket, grab her wrists, and secure the metal shackles around them. I looped the chain over one of the hooks affixed to my headboard. She wasn’t going anywhere.
That didn’t stop her from twisting in blind panic. I gripped her forearms, stilling her wild movements.
“Don’t struggle,” I ordered. “You’ll only bruise yourself. I’m interested to see how easily your pretty skin marks up, but not like this.”
I wanted my marks on her, not self-inflicted injury.
My words seemed to increase her panic, and she twisted beneath me. A small frown tugged at my scar. I needed to calm her, or she really would damage her wrists. She responded well to physical dominance, so I settled my palm over her throat, wrapping my fingers around her slim neck. I didn’t apply much pressure, but she stilled instantly.
“Cosita,” I said, dropping my voice deeper with warning. “I gave you an order. Settle down. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“But you want to,” she whispered tremulously. “You want to break me.”
I didn’t release her throat, but I stroked her hair with my free hand, gentling her. “I won’t break you. But I am going to tame you.”
“I don’t want to be tamed. I want to go home.” Her voice hitched, and I could hear the tears in her words, even if I couldn’t see them sliding down her cheeks; the black cloth over her eyes caught them before they could fall.
“You’re scared,” I said softly, continuing to pet her. I liked the silky glide of her copper hair beneath my calloused palm. “That’s natural. But it will pass. You have to trust me, Samantha.”
“Trust you?” she asked on a maddened laugh.
“You will trust me.” The command came out a bit more fiercely than I intended. “You will give me everything. Trust that I will take care of you. I will give you pain, but you don’t yet understand the pleasure I can offer.” I took a breath and softened my tone to something more cajoling. “Now, be a good girl and don’t pull against the cuffs.”
Her delicate features tightened as her rage surfaced once again. “Fuck you,” she hissed.
I couldn’t allow this small show of defiance. And I didn’t like the crass words issuing from her sweet tongue. She’d have to learn better manners.
“Mind your language.” I increased the pressure of my fingers around her throat, carefully restricting the blood flow to her brain. I allowed her to breathe, but this would force her to soften and clear the anger from her mind.
She tensed for a few seconds, gasping in fear. It didn’t take long for her to relax beneath my hand. I released her before she passed out, tracing the line of her artery with my fingertips as she drew in a breath and let it out on a shuddering sigh. The return of oxygenated blood to her brain would flood her with euphoria, and I wanted to elicit pleasure from her, by any means necessary. She didn’t control her body. She didn’t control her pleasure. It was mine to give or take as I saw fit.
Now, I wanted her shuddering and sobbing for release. Her first orgasm.
Something hot and savage raced through my veins, a possessive heat I’d never experienced before. I’d never had the pleasure of claiming a woman as innocent as Samantha.
“That’s better,” I praised, continuing to stroke her neck as she drew in deep, even breaths.
My savage satisfaction licked at my chest like flames when she let out a soft moan. She arched slightly, turning her head and offering her vulnerable throat to my hands, inviting more.
I would give her so much more.
More than she could bear.
She’d take everything I gave her and surrender everything I demanded of her.
“Stay just like that,” I murmured before pushing off the mattress and moving to the foot of the bed. I quickly secured her ankles with leather cuffs attached to my bedposts by short chains, spreading her wide for me. Her pink pussy was flushed and wet with her desire.
I retrieved the final item I’d prepared for her from my pocket: a small tube of arousal cream. I applied a generous amount to my fingers and indulged in caressing that pretty pussy.
When I stroked over her folds, she tensed and tugged against her restraints. She didn’t twist as wildly as she had earlier, but it was evident that her fear was resurfacing. My innocent captive really was skittish.
I shushed her and coated her clit with the cream. It began to harden as I circled it, her desire rising despite her trepidation.
“This part will be over soon,” I reassured her. I would wait until she was so lost to lust that she forgot to fear my hand on her cunt.
She gasped and shuddered as I continued circling her clit. She stopped pulling against the cuffs, but her shudder turned to a fine tremor that raced through her entire body. Her desire was souring, so I finished rubbing the cream into her tender flesh as quickly as possible and gave her a reprieve from my touch on her pussy.
I sat back for a short time, watching her tremor turn to a needy quiver. Her legs jerked, but she wasn’t trying to fight her way free. She squirmed to seek stimulation against her sex as the cream began to affect her, making her flesh heat and tingle.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked breathily.
I applied more cream to my fingertips and began stroking around her nipples, rubbing the substance into the pink peaks. They tightened to hard buds beneath my touch. Her mind might not understand what she was feeling, but her body responded beautifully.
“This is arousal cream,” I explained. “Not that you need it to feel pleasure. You’ve already soaked my hand when I spanked you. This is to help you get past the fear. Soon, you’ll be desperate for me to touch your pretty pussy. You’ll beg for me to grant you release.
Need will outweigh fear. Then, we can move forward with your training.”
“I don’t want to be trained,” she protested on an adorable whine as she began to squirm. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into my hands as she mindlessly sought more stimulation.
A strange sound rolled from my chest. I wasn’t accustomed to laughing so much, but Samantha really was delightful. “Most wild things don’t. And you are a wild thing, aren’t you? You’re innocent, untouched. But your body hungers to feel pleasure. Once we get past your fears, I suspect you’ll be a very greedy girl. You’ll crave my touch. You’ve already responded so well to your spankings. You’ll learn to respond to positive reinforcement, as well.”
“You make it sound like I’m an animal.” Her protest was ruined by her panting breaths. “I’m not.”
“No, you’re not,” I agreed, skimming my hands down her sides so I could learn the slight flare of her hips. “You’re a woman. But you’re mine. That means you’re whatever I want you to be. My plaything, my pet. Your sole purpose is to please me, to serve me. I’m your Master now, and it’s time you understood what that means.”
“But I—”
“Shhh.” I blew a stream of cool air over her nipples, the soft sound shushing her far more effectively than any rebuke. She let out a soft cry as her back bowed, thrusting her breasts toward me in offering.
A low sound of approval rumbled in my throat, and I pressed my lips against the soft swells, teasing her with the heat of my lips. She wiggled, her small breasts bouncing slightly as she tried to stimulate her nipples against my mouth. She groaned in frustration, and my cock twitched at the sound of her desperation. I was thoroughly in control; I’d earned the full focus of her mind and body.
“Has any man ever touched your breasts?” I asked, greedy to hear that I was the first. I wanted to be the first to claim her in every way possible.
I flicked my tongue over her tight nipples, and she let out a rough shout. I pulled back immediately, denying her further contact as I blew cool air over her heated peaks. She whimpered and writhed, slipping deeper into my control. She had none. She was helpless to resist the sensations I was inflicting upon her, the pleasure I was eliciting from her untried body.