No answer.
He grabs a few things I don’t see, then he returns to me. “Who am I?”
“Brian.” I cross my arms.
“Who am I?” He repeats himself
“Sir.” I swallow, refusing to look at him.
“I’m you’re fuckingowner, remember that. I won you, and I’ll keep you no matter what. I’ll take care of you, I’ll punish you when needed, and I’ll fuck your wet pussy whenever you need me to. You’ll learn to love it, and trust me, one day you’ll fucking beg for it,”he says, coming closer with each step. “Now, turn around and place your arms behind your back.”
“No,” I say, though I don’t know why I keep refusing him, especially when my body asks me to do the opposite.
He reaches for me and pins me down against the mattress. I kick and scream only to make it harder for him, not because it feels wrong. But he doesn’t let me go, and he doesn’t hurt me either.
“I’ll break through every single wall you have built up, along with that bratty attitude you have, Anastasia.”
“You will never.”
“I will be the only man you’ll ever beg for, the man you’ll willingly submit to in ways you’ve never imagined yourself submitting. And slowly, you’ll forget about every man you’ve ever let touch you,” hesaysas he ties my wrists together.
He steps away but I can’t see what he’s doing. AllI can hear is a chair scraping against the wooden floor, the sound slowly coming closer before stopping right behind me. Then his hands are on me again, lifting me into the air. I keep kicking and wiggling in his grip, but he’s so strong it doesn’t even bother him.
I hate how good his touch makes me feel and how I secretly want more of it. I hate how I want him to devour me like I’m everything that matters. But I’ll never admit it.
He places me on the chair with my front facing the bed. More ropes wrap around my ankles before he steps back and watches me. “So fucking beautiful.”
Then he comes closer, taking a steady grip on my nightgown before ripping the fabric into two, exposing me naked just for him. Ususally, I’m confident in showing my body, using it for seduction without shame, but now, something feels different and I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s because I’m used to being the dominant one, the one in control of the situation. And now for the first time, the roles are reversed.
He disappears from my sight, then comes back with toys in his hands. “Open your mouth.”
I don’t, shaking my head in protest.I will keep arguing against him, and I will not let my pussy take over my brain, even though it’s begging for his touch.
He grabs my cheeks, pinching hard.“Openyour pretty mouth for me.”I do, secretly loving how he makes my attitude disappear, something no one else has had the courage to.
He places a small gagball in my mouth, and my eyes widen instantly. Then a vibrator enters my line of sight,and that’s when the situation hits me. I shake my head, begging him not to place it against my bear flesh. But my words are muffled by the pastel-pink ball in my mouth.
“Fuck baby, I could fuck you right now. Do you know you look like a goddess? One that I only want for myself?” The way he says it makes my eyes roll back.
He steps closer again, petting my head before standing behind me. “I don’t want to torture you like this, babydoll. But you are not behaving like I asked you to.” One hand lands on my throat again, and my centre starts throbbingon command.
“I will treat you like the prince of your dreamsif you just listen to me. But not today, not right now. Because you made sure to put yourself in this position,” he says, his other hand reaching down and pinching my exposed clit gently. My body rocks in place, not prepared for his touch.
“How are you already so wet for me?” I can hear the utter enjoyment in his voice as he toys with me, teases me.He loves this and it’s obvious.
I try to make the ropes loosen, but it’s impossible as they dig into my skin instead. Anger and shame fills me when he dares laugh at me. “You’re not escaping this,” he says, appearing in front of me again.
He holds the vibrator wand steady in his hand before he lowers himself to his knees before me, stroking my thighs with his free hand. “I’ll turn this on now, place it between your lips, and take off my pants. Okay, baby?” The tone he uses, like he’s preparing me for something he’ll enjoy the fuck out of. It pisses me off and turns me on in equal measure.
I nod. He can be so gentle and cruel, all at once.
Suddenly, the cold silicone presses against my flesh, but before turning it on, he stands up and removes his sweats, just like he prepared me for.
He touches himself, stroking his cock slowly in a way that almost makes me drool.
I close my eyes, not letting myself watch, knowing how he turns me on so easily. I want him way more than I’d like to admit, even to myself.
