I suck in a breath and descend.
With each creak of the rickety wooden stairs and thunk of my combat boots, there’s another whimper or gasp. By thetime I reach the bottom, I’m out of breath, chest heaving as I grow closer to her.
On instinct, my body knowing what I’m here to do before my mind can catch up, I reach into the pocket of my hoodie and find a small plastic object. A remote. With the press of a button, the scene illuminates.
Oh, Princess, what do we have here?
I don’t bother hiding the sharp grin that curves my lips as my eyes drag over the woman before me, bound to a simple metal chair by strands of red and green lights. They cast an otherworldly glow across her pale, bare skin. She’s almost naked, only the flimsiest lace bra blocking her heaving breasts and a feeble string of elastic on her hips to show that she’s not bare between her bound thighs.
I could spend eternity drinking in every detail of her, but I don’t have that luxury. I still have to play my part as she struggles against her bindings and lets out muffled cries against the gag pressed between her swollen lips.
Her eyes go wide as I step closer, enough for the lights to illuminate the shape of my form and the edges of my mask.
She’s helpless. I could do anything that I wanted with her. The potent thrill of that almost knocks the breath out of me, because Ineverget to choose.
There’s no sick knot building in my stomach compelling me to scratch and choke and destroy. There’s only heat, growing stronger with every passing moment that I watch her.
A different urge emanates from her, mounting as I stare. An aching need that echoes within me. I’m scared to name it for fear that it will vanish and the usual violent scene will unfold.
The memory of our mouths together and the gasps I consumed straight from her lips has me bending down, bringing my eyes level with hers. She tenses, limbs trembling at my nearness, and the ache intensifies.
“Don’t scream. No one can hear you. No one is coming for you,” I warn roughly as I reach out to undo her gag. Her eyes glitter with unshed tears as she nods, the tremors wracking her soft, luscious form intensifying as I brush a claw across her delicate cheek.
She gasps, sucking in a choked breath when I pull the gag away, the saliva dripping down her chin bringing to mind far too tempting thoughts of how else I could make her gasp and choke.
“Good girl,” I murmur, tracing her lips with my thumb. “If you do everything I say, I won’t have to hurt you.”
Please, don’t make me hurt you.
“O-okay,” she stammers, voice hoarse from screaming against the gag. Fuck, it sounds as good as when she sang.
I let my hand drop from her lips, palm dragging down her throat and resting there for just a moment as I see if this is where things begin to go wrong. But the hammering pulse beneath my fingertips stokes no thirst for blood.
Her breath hitches as I move my hand down further, hooking a finger under the strap of her bra, and my nostrils flare as something heady and sweet wafts in the air.
“Is this turning you on?” I ask in a low growl.
She whimpers and shakes her head, but the scent of her arousal blooms even more.
“Liar.”
“P-please.” The single word holds so much potential. I’ve heard her say it hundreds of times, but never like this.
Hells, I can’t believe it. It actually worked.
My eyes fall to where her nipples press against the lace of her bra, cock thickening so fast it makes me dizzy.
A dark laugh tears out of me, and I swear her chest bows toward me, trying to press into my touch.Wantingme to touch her.
“What a slut. Begging your monster to touch you. Whimpering and shaking in fear, allwhile your cunt is dripping for me.” I ghost my hand between her ripe, teardrop tits, and when my claws snag on the lace of her bra, I don’t think, I just wrench, ripping it in half.
She gasps as her breasts spill out, and I can’t help sucking in a sharp breath too. She’s so godsdamn lush, it makes me want to sink my fingers into her hard enough to leave marks so she can never forget my touch. So that even when this night fades, she’ll know she’ll never escape me.
Her breasts rise and fall in time with her shuddering breaths, waiting for my next move. As much as I love the way she looks with her legs locked together by the lights, I want to yank them off and see the rest of her. Have her completely naked and shaking with this new need she’s discovered.
There’s another strand of lights on the floor nearby, like it was placed there specifically for my needs. I grin, savoring the flash of fear when she sees my fangs. Checking to make sure her hands are still secured to the arms of the chair, I unravel the lights pinning her thighs together. Every time I pause to look up into her face, she gasps or trembles, but there’s no sign of her using this as a chance to flee.
No, my princess wants me to use her so badly that she’ll stay my captive willingly.
