“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. My father required such training. He also hired a man, a master from Vietnam to teach me and my brothers various methods of inflicting pain.” Exhaling, Wrath remembered the days with mixed emotions. “Pain without inflicting permanent damage. An art my father became very good at.” He kept his fingers dancing across her slickened body as he moved to the other side of the bed. Hearing her short breath sounds, he caressed her back. “I may be a monster to you in every way, but I assure you, I find no joy in complete sadism.” He secured her other arm and took a step back, admiring the length of her neck, her slender back.
Whether or not she was comforted by his words he was unable to tell, but as she wiggled her arms, testing the bindings, she seemed to breathe easier.
Perhaps she believed she could relieve herself of the tight confines.
He rubbed his jaw before crawling onto the bed, immediately slipping three fingers into her soaked pussy.
“Mmm…”
The shimmer of her face in the moonlight was such a powerful aphrodisiac and his cock stood at full attention, the throbbing more of an ache. If only they were alone on an island. “If you were mine for a solid week, there would be so many things I would teach you, share with you. Pleasures unlike you have ever known. I wonder. Would you go with me to a secluded island, where every fantasy turned into a reality?” He certainly didn’t anticipate an answer of any kind.
“You know I can’t answer that.”
Her loyalty remained with the agency.
Closing his eyes, he sucked in his breath, his muscles tensing. Sophia was far too tempting. He crawled onto the bed, his fingers remaining in her pussy, sliding in and out. When they were sufficiently wet, he slid them along the crack of her ass, wiggling until he maneuvered the tips into her dark hole.
A slight moan escaped her lips, a rattle of her bondage and she clenched her ass cheeks, trapping his fingers.
He tapped her ass with the other hand as he pushed his fingers in deeper. “Now, I take your sweet asshole once again, the ultimate in pleasure.” He replaced his fingers with his shaft, sliding just his cockhead inside. The memory of taking her months before was bittersweet, increasing his animalistic longing.
Gasping, she clenched her fists, moans turning into whimpers.
Wrath had never been a gentle lover, not for certain fragile women, but on this night, he wanted everything to be perfect. Taking his time, he slid inside inch by inch, waiting as her ass muscles relaxed. Only when he was fully inside did he begin todrive in and out. He straddled her legs, using his thigh muscles to plunge in an orchestrated fashion.
“Oh…” She tensed, trying to arch her back but her look of anguish moved into one of raw ecstasy.
Smacking her bottom several times, he could see the smile curling on her lips.
He continued to pump in slow and easy strokes, relishing in the increased tightness, the heat. His balls were already swollen, filled with cum, hungry to explode. There was no chance of lasting long. With every stroke, every plunge, he was unable to take his eyes off of her. As the approaching orgasm set jolts of current down the back of his legs, he felt her squeeze and could hold back no longer.
As stars floated in front of his eyes, the pure bliss driving straight into his soul, he was forced to look away.
For there was no doubt. This woman was going to be his demise.
In a dreamlike state, Sophia unclenched her hands, her breathing returning to normal. She refused to accept the realization that she was handcuffed to a monster’s bed. This was surreal, allowing her to float into a moment of true nirvana. When he left the bed, she turned her head, watching as he walked into the bathroom. The sound of running water couldn’t have been more surprising.
As Wrath walked out of the bathroom, a washcloth in his hand, he gave her a nod, one of approval. Remaining silent, he gently wiped cum off her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down.
She spread her legs as he caressed her skin, holding her breath. Why would such a violent man take such care of her? There was no answer, no understanding, but his mask had completely fallen away.
“Now, my sweet Sophia. Rest. I’ll be right back.”
The fact he was leaving the room send a series of terrifying tremors down from her spine to the back of her legs. Where the hell was he going? Was he going to leave her here? She sucked in her breath, listening for any sounds. Then she began to count, to try to keep track of time. After two minutes, she continued to rationalize what he was doing. After four, she found it difficult to breathe.
After seven, panic set in.
Rattling her bindings, she craned her neck in order to see how in the fuck she was going to get herself out of this predicament. What a fool she’d been. Struggling, she did her best to crawl up the comforter, using her legs as leverage.
“None of that,” his voice boomed into the bedroom space.
A sigh of relief was followed by a single hiss. “I thought you’d left.”
“I made you a promise, one I intend to keep. Time for your real punishment.”
She was unable to see him, unable to tell what he was doing. When she was allowed a quick glimpse, she clamped her mouth shut. Ginger. The motherfucker was going to shove ginger up her ass. What. The. Hell?
