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“Please, Randal. Please don’t leave me here.”
I spun around. “I would never leave you, my perfect girl. Never.”
In her eyes, I saw genuine terror at being left there, and it broke my heart. I never wanted to see that kind of fear. She had no fucking clue what this was all about, I knew that. She had no idea the pleasures of denial and suffering I was going to give her.
But she was going to find out.
I returned to her and she visibly calmed, and I felt like an ass for walking away like that. All she knew was that she was somewhere cold, and dark, with chains on the walls and weapons of torture everywhere, with a beast of man who’d just killed four men without blinking an eye. But the line between pain and pleasure was a fucking razor. I had to teach her how to walk that tightrope.
I stood close to her, close enough to let her feel my hard cock against her belly. I ran my knuckle down her cheek.
“The last thing I’d ever do is leave you. You are safe here. I promise. Tell me you understand. Tell me you want this.”
She hesitated, then her eyes cast down. “I do. Is that wrong?”
I grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. “No, little girl. It’s not wrong. Nothing about us is wrong. You need this and I need this. You need to let someone else take it all for you. And I need to relinquish control to your whims.”
“What do you mean? My whims, I’m—” She tried to move one hand, but struggled against the bindings. “I can’t move, Randal.”
“No, but you’re in charge. I need you to think of a word that you’ll remember, no matter what happens. A word that you’ll only say if you want me to stop. Truly stop. That’s your power, Iris. I have no control over how much you can take. I can only follow your lead. Say the word and it stops, all of it, whatever you want. That’s the power you hold.”
She drew a deep breath. “What word?”
“It’s your choice, little one, and there’s no rush. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, you can make me wait as long as you like.”
She searched my face. “Your whole life?”
“Yes. And no. I saw you the first time carrying a milk pail a month or so ago, and I knew instantly that you were different. I’m sorry I kept that from you. I’m not a carpenter. I shouldn’t have lied but I needed to be near you. I couldn’t believe it when it turned out you might actually want me as much as I wanted you, that you weren’t repulsed by me. But here we are and all you need to know is you’re mine. Mine to cherish, mine to protect, mine to enjoy. You’re the most valuable thing I fucking own.”
I pressed her up against the wall, making her chains clatter. I needed her to understand my power, my strength. I needed her to understand that if I wanted to, I could take everything. She needed to feel what that meant, so that she could appreciate the control I was handing to her. So I took hold of her dress, right above her tits, and with three ferocious yanks I ripped the fabric right down the middle, revealing first her bare breasts, then her creamy belly, and finally her pussy and those ball-busting, child-bearing hips. I let the fabric drop at her feet and then took a few steps back. Her shit-covered common dress had no place on her perfection.
She was every inch the goddess. So much better than the fantasy I’d jacked off to for all that time. And she made me so hard, I wanted to burn the castle to the ground simply for housing any enemy that would dare to take her from me.
But as I had so many times for her sake, I denied my basest instinct. Before I had my way with her, I needed to clean her up. Show her how much I cared for my possessions. I turned and walked away, and this time she simply watched me go as I collected the basin from the table, along with a clean white cloth. And then, returning to her, I bathed her. Inch by inch, limb by limb.
She responded to my touch with moans and writhes. I checked every inch of her perfect body for injury from those fucking assholes that had been at the farm. I cleaned her scrapes and her wounds, and then dried her with a fresh towel.
Once I was through bathing her body, I stepped back to admire her perfect shape. The only thing that would’ve made her more beautiful then was milk for my baby dripping from her tits. Her belly full and round with our next child. I would breed that into her from today forward until I took root. It was a pounding new obsession I’d never before imagined.
