“Drink,” I tell her, holding the vessel to her lips. “You must be thirsty.”
She takes a mouthful, and instead of swallowing, predictably decides to spit it at me. She aims for my face, but only gets my shirt, a bit of the bed, and a good amount of herself.
I tut.
“Are you not thirsty, or do you just want to be a rebellious brat?”
“I am thirsty,” she admits after a moment.
“Then drink your water and stop trying to provoke me. Trust me, when I get started with you, you’re going to beg for this respite.”
I hold the glass back to her mouth, and this time she drinks. I have a feeling of handling a wary, female animal. Am I taming her? I never really intended to do that. I’ve never done that before. I generally break women before they bend to me.
“I thought that would make you angry,” she says when she’s finished her water.
“You wanted to annoy me. It’s not enough to be bound, is it? You have to be punished and used to feel anything. You’re a filthy little wench, and you want to be dominated past the point of bearing it.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I know she wants to deny it, but it’s true. Anyone who wanted to avoid my wrath would whimper and beg for mercy. She hasn’t done any begging, and her whimpering has been very limited to the entirely involuntary kind.
The need to fuck her is becoming unbearable.
And there’s absolutely no need to bear it.
I keep her bound in that position, knees up to her chest, ass out, pussy very much vulnerable once her panties are cut away with my flick knife. The ragged edges of what used to be a very pedestrian pair of underwear add a certainje ne sais quoito the scene. They are like the rest of her rather useless defenses—ripped, torn, and ruined, leaving her ready for use.
I alternately rub and slap her pussy until her vulva swells and that sweet trickle of arousal becomes very obvious to all involved.
“You adore being handled this way,” I tell her. “I can see it.”
She moans. I free my dick from my pants, not bothering to undress, and I slide my cock inside her in one long thrust. I know Teddy fucked her. I doubt he took her like this. He probably made sweet love to her, before she betrayed him.
Gripping the ropes, I work her back and forth on my cock, truly using her wet little hole for what it was made to do. She has no agency now. All she has is her need and her desire, and the submission she cannot help displaying in bondage.
“Tell me how it feels,” I tell her. “Tell me what it’s like to have your captor’s cock deep inside you, and know that you’re going to have your little cunt ravaged until you confess all your sins.”
“You’re sick,” she moans.
“If I am, so are you, because you love every moment of this.”
I want to just use her. I want her to feel every bit of her captive vulnerability. So this time, I don’t let her come. I give her clit a few swipes of my fingers to keep her physically engaged, but nowhere near enough stimulation for her to orgasm. It must bemaddening for her. I can tell by her frustrated little grunts and groans, each one of which makes me more and more eager to…
“Fuck, yes, you little…” I grunt the nearly incoherent sentence as I come inside her and collapse onto the bed. There is a moment post-coitus where every man, even one like me, becomes vulnerable for a moment.
Her bindings have come loose in the process of our rough fucking, which means she can move. I am momentarily weak, and she has an opportunity.
She wastes no time in capitalizing on it. I feel a sting as a needle is jabbed into my ass. I don’t see it, but I know instantly what it is.
For a second I am horribly confused. I don’t know where the hell it came from. And then I do. It’s mine. She must have wriggled around while she was tied up in my trunk, gotten into my bag, and taken the dose of sedative designed to keep her under control if need be. She must have concealed it up her sleeves, which are long. She must have bided her time, waited for me to fuck her…
I realize, as my head swims, that she could have used it at any time during the entire encounter. She could have jabbed it into my thigh as I pulled her back and forth on my cock. But she let me fuck her to completion first. She let me pleasure her duplicitous little pussy until she got the full dose of my seed deep inside her—and then she realized she wasn’t going to come, and she knocked me out.
I think I might be in love.
CHAPTER 7
Ella
I knew it was going to be satisfying when I jabbed him. I also knew I was only going to get one chance. I think I played it perfectly. All that rope tied around my clothes made it easy to hide a small syringe, and this guy is very particular and focused when he wants to fuck. There’s not a lot of sensual massage or exploration that might have revealed my little tool.
