Once I enter, I hear a motorbike in the distance, and I instantly know it's him. As he gets closer, I stumble across the soaked grass and gravel, desperately wanting to get to the woods, my body lacking energy. When I become enveloped by woodland, Hellion's bike gains on me in speed, he whizzes through the trees, as do I, until finally, I am at the clearing of his hidden basement.Just a few steps further.
I cross the field until I stop, hovering above the doors as I catch my breath. The cold rain pelts down on my hot skin as I wait for Hellion to emerge from the woods and when he does, his bike flies through the air. He lands, his eyes locking with mine as he skids across the soaked grass from a distance, thenhe dismounts, both of us panting heavily, and we stare at one another for a beat.
Knowing he is waiting for my next move; I give him a huge smile before leaning down and pulling open the doors. I hear his heavy footsteps jogging across the sludge as I descend into darkness, rushing toward the room I entered last night. The dim light flickers to life as I close the door, then hop up on a small unit out of view behind it, waiting for him to follow me in here. I swiftly dig into my boot, grab the needle, and uncap it.
He smashes through the door causing me to flinch, but as he steps inside, I scream, soaring through the air. He spins around, catching my throat in mid-jump and cocks his head to the side, seemingly confused by my antics. Holding me off the ground, my feet don't even touch the floor, and his grip on my throat tightens, almost squeezing the life out of me.
I smile menacingly before raising my arm and without warning, I stab him in the side of the neck. I press down on the syringe just in time as he releases me, and I drop to the floor, gasping for air. Lifting my head as the needle hits to the ground in front of me, I watch Hellion stumble backward and collapse onto the surgeon's table.
Rising to my feet carefully, I keep my eyes locked on him, his spiral eyes meeting mine with a blend of confusion and fury. His hand reaches up to his throat, struggling against the potent drug coursing through his veins.
Despite his resistance, his eyelids grow heavy, and I take a cautious step forward, pressing a finger to my lips, “Shhhh.” I whisper softly, leaning in closer. “When you wake up, I'm going to make us both feel so fucking good.”
“Hell or is it Hellion?” The soft voice echoes in my mind.
Suddenly, I feel small, warm hands sliding up my chest, a thumb toying with my nipple piercing and my eyes snap open to see Dolly is straddling me. I lunge forward instinctively, but my movement is violently restricted. She stares at me with calm eyes, and I glance down to see my arms wrapped in chains, leather straps binding me to the propped-up surgeon's table in my underground chamber.
“I'm sorry, Hellion,” she whispers, and my eyes flash to hers, full of burning rage. “You understand, don't you?”
My jaw sets tight, seething with fury. I can't fuck her, can't have my hands on her, can't hurt her. This little minx has the upper hand, and the contradiction rips through me—part of me wants to hate her for it, yet another part can't help but admire her fucking audacity.
“No one,” I growl through tight teeth, “has ever fucking dared to do this to me, Noir.”
She smiles, but it’s full of uncertainty. “I know,” she responds. “That's why I had to do it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you sure you're ready to face the repercussions?” I ask with narrowed eyes, sniffing out any vulnerability. Her spiraling contacts search mine, mirroring my own as she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, pondering.
“I knew what I was facing the moment I stuck that needle into your neck, Hellion,” she says with confidence. I inhale deeply, hating every second of this scenario, but she continues unbothered. “I am willing to feel your full control after I get what I want first.”
I tilt my head to the side, “And that is?”
She lifts her chin, her fingers finding the hooks on the front of her corset. “I want control the first time we do this,” she answers, her eyes never leaving mine. “Even if it's just for this moment that you’re entirely mine.”
I pull against the chains, the leather straps biting into my skin.
Her fingers continue undoing the hooks, one by one, exposing more of her soft skin and the curve of her breasts. My muscles bulge, every instinct screaming to break the fuck free and reclaim my dominance, every fiber craving control, yet here I am, fucking chained in the same way I would have done to her. I am forced to wait, forced to feel, forced to acknowledge her taking control. I have to witness a reflection of myself in her eyes, the same dark urges I possess, which confuses the fuck out of me, because I’ve never seen this side of her.
“I want to feel what it's like,” she murmurs, unfolding her corset, revealing both of her perfect tits. “To have you at my mercy. To take, just as much as you do.”
She is playing with fire, and we both know it because once I am out of these binds, she’s fucking done for. I will beuncontrollable. Un-fucking-stoppable. Fuck, I might even kill her by accident.
Her hands move over my abs, her touch igniting a primal hunger in me. The room is charged with a dangerous energy that crackles between us.
“I'm going to ride your big cock, Hellion,” she purrs seductively enough to make me rock hard in an instant beneath her hot pussy. “Every single inch until you cum inside me,” she continues as she bucks her hips against me, and my teeth grind together, my dark gaze traveling down her beautiful figure.
She reaches for the button on my jeans, flicking it open, her eyes fixed on the movement. Once she has the zipper down, she starts to strip entirely, pulling her tutu up her body and tossing it to the floor leaving only her blood-soaked stockings and boots on. As she frees her hair from its bun, letting it flow down and frame her face, I become mesmerized by her.
Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she slides her hand into my boxers, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock, sending a jolt through me. She pulls me free, breaking eye contact to gaze down at my dick, standing to attention, showing her exactly how much I want to feel her warm cunt on me. Betraying my fucking anger.
As she starts to pump me up and down, my legs tense from the sensation, my fists clenching in their restraints and her eye contact doesn't relent, a silent challenge in her gaze. Without taking her hand off my cock, she licks her other before lowering it to her pussy, making herself wet and ready at the same time.
She jerks me off harder, her grip firm and demanding, and I groan, my eyes gradually closing. The pleasure is fucking torture, and I can't help but give in to it.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my dark eyes locking onto hers. “I’m going to destroy you, you little fucking slut, I hope you know that.”
With a sway of her hips, she positions herself above me, her wet pussy teasing the pierced tip of my cock. She descends slowly, lowering herself onto me inch by inch. I can feel her wet tight cunt stretch around me, the sensation driving me to the edge of madness.
The look on her face tells me she’s struggling to take me, her body fighting to accept my size which only turns me on even more. Although I had my fist in her pussy the other night, she’s still having difficulty taking me now. She’s going to have a rough fucking night.
