Page 126 of Two Sides of Sin

I gasped, my head spinning, but I didn’t have time to recover before the chain went taut again.

I felt the brutal, steady tug against my body. He was reeling me in. My body dragging across the damp leaves and dirt, my fingernails clawing uselessly at the earth as I was pulled into the darkness. The metallic shhh-shhh-shhh of the links sliding through his gloved hand was the only sound I could hear.

I instinctively rolled onto my back as I was hauled closer, my heart hammering a frantic beat against my ribs. “Ow…” I hissed, my hands flying up to cradle my head. “Jesus, Julian! That actually hurt.”

I blinked through the dizzying spots dancing in my vision. Towering over me blocking out the sparse canopy of the trees, was his giant, terrifying black silhouette. My ankle was still ensnared, the chain leading directly up into his massive, clenched fist.

He just stood there, staring down at me through the mask, the chain still tight—reminding me exactly who I belonged to, even in the dark.

I pulled instinctively, but it was pointless. Before I could even beg for a reprieve, the chain went taut once again with a bone-jarring pull.

He started to reel me in like a fish, he turned and began to march towards a towering, thick tree, dragging me behind him like a prize catch. My back was scraping over the damp earth and uneven roots, my hands clawing at the dirt as the world blurred into a nightmarish kaleidoscope.

When we reached the trunk, he hauled the chain up, forcing me to scramble onto my knees until I was pinned against the rough, biting bark of the tree.

With a series of rapid, metallic clinks, he wound the excess length of the chain around the trunk, binding me to the wood. I was trapped—my arms pinned by my sides, my ankle shackled, and the cold steel biting into my skin every time I tried to shift.

He stepped into my space, his massive frame blocking out the moon, and gripped the thick, structured fabric of my corset. With a single, brutal jerk, he ripped it clean in half.

The fabric tore open with a loud, savage shred, popping the heavy laces instantly.

I gasped, my bare chest suddenly exposed to the freezing night air. My nipples instantly turning into hard aching peaks as the wind bit at my skin. The terrifying display of brute strength—the way he had dragged and bound me as if I were nothing but a possession—was doing dangerous things to me.

Knowing he was so wildly capable, knowing he could crush me against this bark if he wanted to, made me feel intoxicated. I felt like a bug pinned to a board, and yet, the reminder of his strength made me feel impossibly safe. This was the Executioner’s mercy.

He didn’t say a single word. He just stayed perched in front of me, staring down at my exposed chest through the eyes of the mask. The dead silence was intense, the only sound the rattling of the chain against the tree as I trembled.

He reached out, his leather-clad fingers catching my hardened nipples and twisted them, pinching and massaging the sensitive flesh with a rough grip that sent a jolt of mixed emotions crashing through me.

I gasped, my head snapping back against the rough bark. I tried to arch away, but the chain held firm, keeping me exactly where he wanted me—exposed, bound, and entirely his.

It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a mind-melting mix of pleasure and pain that was currently re-wiring my brain, driving me utterly wild. The aching pool between my legs was growing unbearable, the desperate tension of the entire afternoon demanding release.

I needed him now.

I tried to push my hips up, but the chain bit into my ankle, jerking my leg back and anchoring me against the rough bark once more. I let out a frustrated whimper, my body straining against the steel as I tried to crush my pelvis into his. The thick, unyielding steel of his massive, hardened cock pressed directly into my stomach right through his pants, a promise of the destruction I was craving.

I was practically drooling as his hand abandoned my chest and clamped ruthlessly around my jaw. He tilted my head back, forcing my neck to arch until the cold links of the chain caught the back of my skull, trapping my throat for the night air.

“Beg,” he commanded.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking into a desperate, ragged sob of frustration. I pulled against the rattling chains, the metal singing a frantic, hollow song against the tree trunk. “Please, Julian…. please..Fuck me.”

His gloved hand left my jaw, trailing a slow, teasing path down my stomach. He traced the inside of my bare thighs, the tickling sensation making me twitch under his fingers, his grip suddenly tightening before he brutally and forcefully pushed my knees apart, spreading my legs wide to the freezing night air.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he spat out, the distorted, gravelly voice behind the plastic. “Tell me you belong to me.”

“Yours,” I gasped, my chest heaving against the cold as I looked up into the hollow eyes of the mask. The chain rattled against the trunk behind me as I trembled. “I’m yours.”

He hooked a single, thick finger under the delicate lace of my black panties. With one effortless pull, the fabric tore completely, snapping against my skin before he let the ruined shreds flutter down to the roots at my feet.

Lucky this costume was cheap, I thought dizzily, my mind consumed by the heavy, suffocating heat radiating from the massive body pinning me against the bark.

I sucked in a quick breath as I felt his gloved hand trace down the slick, wet slit of my pussy. The rough texture of the leather against my hyper-sensitive skin sent a searing shockwave of pleasure straight through me. I instinctively tried to push my hips forwards, demanding more, but the chain at my ankle jerked tight, keeping me anchored to the tree. I let out a frustrated moan.

“More,” I whispered, thrashing weakly against the cold links binding my wrists above my head.

In the exact same instant, he pushed a thick, gloved finger deep inside me.