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“Come here, Gia.”
My voice is loud and dominating, but I don’t yell. And I know Gia will comply. She wants me to hurt her, so she can use it against me to get me to give her up later. She won’t fight me tonight. She wants the worst.
I hear her careful footsteps against the tile and then she’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom. Her eyes flicker to the bed and then to me.
Fear.
I see it in her eyes this time, but she blinks, and it’s gone.
She takes deep breaths in and out, and I can’t take my eyes off her breasts as they rise and fall.
I glance at the clock on the wall. Nine PM. Three hours until this day is over. And
I plan on using every single one of them fucking Gia. She doesn’t know it yet, but tonight will be the longest night of her life.
“You can’t hide your fear, beautiful. I can see it in your eyes. Hear it in your breath. It oozes out of you.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
I shake my head as I walk to her.
“Yes, you are.”
“No.”
I stop in front of her, watching as her breathing picks up speed, and she tries to anticipate my next move.
I touch her cheek letting my finger travel slowly down her neck. Goosebumps form over her arms. I love mixing calm with roughness. I like the extremes. I like being rough with a woman and seeing her limits.
In a split second, I change. I grab her body roughly and slam her to the bed. Her eyes close to keep in the pain. I expect her to tell me to stop at any point. I know she will last longer than this, for no reason other than her pride, but I know there will be more fear when she opens her eyes.
I walk slowly to the edge of the bed where I laid out my toys for tonight, so she could anticipate what is coming next, and her fear would intensify.
I grab the rope in my hand, feeling the threads, as I wait for her to open her eyes.
She does, and I get the most beautiful view into her soul. It’s not fear I see. It’s lust, and my darkness reflecting back at me. Being rough with her turned her on.
I smirk, knowing it won’t last.
She eyes the rope in my hand, and she licks her lips slowly.
I grab her wrist and stretch her hand to the end of the bed, tying it to the bedpost. She tests the rope as I move to her second hand. It’s only when both hands are tied up, does the panic start to creep in.
My lips lower to hers, and I kiss her roughly, enjoying her arms tied up, knowing she can’t get free. At least, she thinks she can’t get free. All she would have to say is one word, and I’d stop: “no.” The second she says it this ends. I’m a monster, but not a rapist. I like hurting my victims by pushing them to their limit and not letting them know the rules.
When I pull back, her mouth lingers trying to kiss me further. I grab her ankle and tie it to the bedpost and then spread her other leg wide and tie it to the other bedpost.
She pants, both wanting me to come back and scared of what comes next, as she looks over at the items lying next to her. I take my time walking over to the dresser where I placed the camera.
I press the top, and the red light comes on, indicating the camera is on.
“I have clients tomorrow I owe a large debt to. They would love to see a video of my hot new slave.”
I would never show your body to any man.
“I owe them for saving my life. They might cancel my debt if I share you with them.”
I would never share you with anyone.
