He looked and sounded like my husband, and yet some of his actions, some of his words, the ways he touched me… I should have seen through this illusion. And now that I can properly see, there’s nothing but cruel intent in his eyes.
“Who…” I will my voice to stop shaking. “Who are you?”
“You don’t know?” The man winks and then smiles, exuding warmth and charm, and his bright, pale green eyes flash with humor.
The charm quells my fear slightly, as much as possible given I’m naked, bound to a table, and surrounded by strangers. I don’t know what this man is planning to do, but something about him is familiar. I’ve seen him somewhere in the city but can’t place where.
“Some call me Gabreal,” he says.
My fear returns full force. “Untie me. Now.” I struggle against my tight bindings but can’t move.
He smirks, and I look toward the women. Surely one will take pity on me. Surely, they won’t let this man rape me, assuming that’s what he has planned. Why else would he bind me like this? I shudder, remembering that his fingers have already been inside me.
“What do you want?” I ask as calmly as I can.
“Dearest—” he goes down on one knee “—you’ve already promised me what I want.”
His fingers trace over my spread and bound thighs, roaming dangerously close to my exposed sex, and my body tightens, trying to close every entrance and recoil from this touch. “I’ve promised younothing!”
“My, my.” His face turns cruel again. “How quickly you forget. You promised meeverything.”
He leaps down from the table and stretches his arms to the sides.
Four of the women approach, and quickly strip him of his clothing, leaving him fully naked before me. My angle prevents me from seeing his full body, but what I can see matches his face in sculpted perfection.
But my earlier hints of desire have been replaced by terror, anger and repulsion.
He leaps back onto the table, and my terror expands. His rod is fully erect and, while not as big as my husband’s, it’s badly misshapen. Perhaps afflicted with some kind of pox.
“Do you like what you see, my pet?” His lips transform into a snarl as his fingers stroke the lumps covering his member. “You asked, you practically begged, for me to ram this cock repeatedly inside you.”
He shifts forward, stepping over my bent and bound legs to straddle my torso, then he lowers himself to kneel, shifting forward until his cock is near my face and filling my vision.
“See these knobs?” He strokes himself. “Once activated, they’llclaimyou as mine.” As he strokes his rod, he tightens his grip, and his face reveals twisted pleasure.
The knobs expand, dozens of them pushing out from his rod, growing and pulsing and changing shape; some turn sharp at their ends.
Gabreal lowers his hand to fondle his stones, and each protrusion on his erect rod forms a barb at its end.
“These clever barbs—” He flicks one, and I see clear pleasure in his eyes. “They will mark you forever as mine.”
My gaze lifts from his cock, and he laughs.
“You’re wondering if it will be painful.” Still laughing, he shakes his head, and his light hair floats around a face I can’t believe I thought handsome. “Silly girl. Ofcourseit will be painful.” His hand strokes my face. “Nothing worth having can be gained without pain.”
He adjusts his kneeling position. His rod lands against my chest, and the barbs dig into my skin, threatening to cut but not piercing.
“When I reach my climax,” he says. “These barbs will implant inside you. Once installed, they’ll ensure you remain forever faithful. Nothing will ever enter your body again. Not without excruciating pain.”
I shiver in fear, and he smiles down at me, almost as if he thinks he’s offering me something desirable.
“Like the other lucky females I’ve chosen as brides, after tonight, you will be forever marked as mine.” He presses his fingers against my lips. “Every man, every woman, will desire you, but none will dare touch you.”
I try to keep my lips closed, but he forces his fingers between them, pushing them so deeply into my mouth that I gag. I can’t believe I welcomed this earlier.
“And like all my other wives, someday I will grant you a child.”
He reaches back to stroke between my legs, pressing his fingers hard against my entrance. I gurgle against the fingers in my mouth, now pushing against the top of my throat.
