Page 10 of Dating is for Suckers

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you? You lied to me, and as such, you must be punished. Do you agree?”

“Please, Joe. I -.”

“Oh no, little one. You are no longer allowed to call me by my given name. I am not Joe to you, and this is not Rory. We are your Masters now, and you will address us as such. Understand?”

“Y-yes, Master,” she whispers, her voice so soft I can only catch it with my supernatural hearing.

“Good girl. Now, Rory and I are going to do things to your body. Wicked things. Delicious things. Painful things. If it all becomes too much, if you can’t handle it, simply say stop, and we will, but only say it if you mean it. Once you say stop, everything will cease. I will let you go and send you on your way. Submit to me, baby girl. Let me make you feel good.”

Her arousal perfumes the air, ridding our small space of the stench of her fear. Good. This is how I want her. I never want her to be afraid of me. Everyone else can run in terror from the monster I am, but not Lissa. Never Lissa. Looking up at Rory, I nod, handing him the nipple clamps.

The first order of business is to remove this dress. As much as I want to rip it from Lissa’s lithe body, I need to be able to cover her back up afterward. I don’t want anyone else seeing her body. That’s for Rory and me alone. Gripping the zipper with my teeth, I slide it down, one agonizing inch at a time.

Soft sighs pour from her lips as I peel the form-fitting fabric away and slide it down to her hips. Luckily, she’s not wearing pants because I want her chained up for as long as possible. With this dress, I can inch the taut skirt part up to reveal her skimpy thong.

Lust and anger slam into me as I take in the matching red bra, far more alluring and revealing than anything she ever wore for me. “Are you sure you didn’t come here with the intent of getting laid?” I cannot keep the bitterness out of my tone, but that’s okay. I want her to feel just how upset I am.

Lissa flinches at my accusation, knowing that I’m staring at her exquisite lingerie. “I don’t know anymore. I didn’t think so. Stacy insisted I wear something sexy just in case.”

“Well, at least it’s not going to waste.” The soft growl in my voice washes over her, and she groans at the tone of my censure.

Not caring if I damage it or not, I attack the back of the bra, unhooking it from her. Fuck this. I can always wrap her in a blanket afterward. I need her naked in front of me. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a thin knife and hack away at the bra and dress, ignoring her distressed yelps.

Pausing, I switch the knife to my left hand and smack my right palm against her bare ass cheek. “Be still. I don’t want to accidentally cut you. That’s for a later time.”

Her body goes rigid at my nonsensical threat. As much as I love feeding on women, cutting them just isn’t my thing. But she doesn’t know that, and right now, I want to keep her as discombobulated as possible. With her no longer fighting me, I make quick work of the rest of the clothes, leaving her in just the thong. I want a point of reference on how red to make her ass.

Sliding my hand around her waist, I pull back on her hips, bending her forward as much as the cross and restraints will allow. “Do you know how I punish naughty young girls?” I breathe against her heated skin.

“No, Master.”

“I punish their naughty asses inside and out. Tonight, you’re going to take me up your ass, and trust me, I’m going to feel much bigger back there than I ever did in your mouth.” She whimpers, her body trembling in my grip.

That delicate scent of her fear, like rubber on asphalt, reaches my nose, but it’s not all fear. Her arousal, like honey made from bees that dined only on wildflowers, mixed with a pinch of cayenne, wafts up from between her thighs, and my mouth waters. Sweet and spicy, the perfect mix. I glide my hand over the swell of her ass, taking a moment to savor this.

This will be the last time things will be nice between us - polite. After this, she will forever be my submissive, the other half of my dark soul, feeding that part of me that demands I conquer and tame. I grab the flimsy scrap of lace that’s wedged in between her cheeks and pull it to the side, revealing her asshole.

To my knowledge, no one has ever been there, and the thrill at ripping this last bit of virginity from her settles into an unrelenting ache in my balls. Rory, ever-mindful that I’m the one in charge, looks to me, waiting for my command to put on the nipple clamps. I hold up a finger, motioning for him to wait.

Grabbing the lube, I place a generous dollop on my finger and hold it at her back entrance, poised. “You remember what I said, yes? Just say stop, and everything goes back to the way it was before you walked in here.”

“Yes, Master.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say those words. “Then I need you to take a breath for me, baby girl. Think you can do that for me, Princess? I need you to trust me, to trust us. We’ve played rough with our submissives before and haven’t broken one yet.”

She cranes her head around to spear me with the meanest glare I’ve ever seen from her. “Do you think that’s reassuring?”

Smiling, I bop her nose with my clean hand. “Well, can’t fault me for trying.” I look back over to Rory and nod, waiting for him to put the first clamp on as I slide my finger deep into her ass.

Her squeal of shock is simply adorable, and it makes me want to do wicked, naughty things to her. Sliding in a bit more, I groan as her asshole flutters about my thick digit, and I can’t wait for the moment my cock is there. Rory puts on the other clamp, and this time, the sound that comes out is somewhere between a moan and a squeak.

Pulling my finger out, I notch the head of the plug at her entrance and start to push in, listening to the rapid thrum of her heart as the flared part starts to stretch her open. Though it’s a smaller plug, it can seem like a lot to handle for someone not used to it. I slide my hand under the chain connecting the two clamps and settle it over her breastbone.

“Still with me, baby girl? Can you handle this?”

“It hurts,” she grinds out, but thankfully doesn’t ask me to stop.

“Well, of course it hurts. I’m sure the first time a guy shoved himself into your pussy, it didn’t feel good either, now did it?”