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I enjoy her confidence. It will make this so much more fun when I beat it out of her.
I take a step back, admiring my work and her body tied up for me. She can’t move, and there is no turning back. No words will convince me to stop, not now I’ve had her.
I disappear again. Needing more tools.
When I return, she’s panting as she struggles against the ties, trying to break free. She freezes when she sees what I’m holding in my hand.
She closes her eyes, like that, will help her.
I hold the whip in my hand, letting my fingers tangle in the leather threads that will soon be touching her body. I doubt she has ever felt such a thing before. She would have if Armas had more time with her. But I get to be her first. I get to break her in. I get to make her mine.
“Open your eyes.”
“No,” she whispers.
“Open your eyes, or I’ll make it extra painful.”
I want to see her pupils dilate and the fear take over when the leather touches her smooth skin.
She opens them.
“Good girl.”
I don’t hesitate. I let the whip come down harshly against her ass that is splayed for me.
She yelps, her body swaying as it tries to adjust to the sting.
My eyes roll back as the pain I caused sinks into me, bringing me far too much pleasure.
I strike her again on the other cheek, more forceful than before.
Her yelp turns to a cry, almost a plea, that this is her limit. This is all she can take. Not a millimeter harder.
She hasn’t felt anything yet.
I whip her again, this time over the most sensitive bud on her body.
She cries, and I finally see the tears streaking down her cheeks. This is what I want. This is what I crave. To see women in pain, terrified of me. I want them to feel powerless, so I feel more power. I need the darkness.
“Please,” she whispers behind her tears. She doesn’t say stop. She doesn’t dare show she’s weak so quickly. But I c
an still see it. I know it won’t take much more for her to say it.
I crack the whip again, hitting her ass again.
Her body lurches from the contact before she rocks gently on her back, trying to calm the sting. My eyes deepen when I’m rewarded with the red mark I’ve left on her ass. I want more. Something permanent.
I strike her again with all the force I have. More tears spill, but she barely cries this time.
“Had enough?”
She glares at me but doesn’t say anything. My cock aches watching her. She might get lucky. I’m usually a patient person, but I can’t wait much longer to fuck her. My cock is growing closer to her with every moan from her body.
I hit her again, purposefully striking her pussy, needing her to tell me to stop. Needing to know I’m breaking her. That this feels like I’m taking something from her. Raping her.
She cries loudly, but her cry turns to an enduring groan.
I throw back my arm, coming down with all my strength, expecting this to be the moment she cracks. The moment where her new nightmares form that I caused.
