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But I don't stop. I keep fucking her, feeling her tight hole stretching around my cock, and milking me for all it's worth. In between thrusts, I grab the flogger, again hitting her and making sure I leave welts all over her pretty pale skin. My hands join in, my fingers leaving their own bruises. My cruel touch all over her pale body. It's a brutal session and I know she's going to take a long time to recover, but with every second that passes and she doesn't cry it only makes me more pissed off, and I really start to take my anger out on her.
The flogger goes on the ground and I start using my hands, spanking her, choking her and showing her with bruises.
But she doesn't budge. She just takes the abuse. Still not crying. Again and again, I drive inside her body.
My captive is getting close to a release just knowing I'm inside her for the first time, and no one else is has been here before. I know I'm going to come soon.
"Maybe I should fuck your ass until you cry and then put my load into your pussy," I tell her. "I bet you'd love that. I bet you're waiting for me to take what's mine already."
"It will never be yours!"
She winces and I realize just how painful this is for her, thinking she's being flogged by another man, while it's really been me all along.
"I'll make you cry for me," I promise her and continue my assault on her trembling body.
My release is close now, so I add my fingers to the equation, massaging her clit into an orgasm I know she doesn't want to have.
She gets closer and closer.
"Remember what I told you?" I whisper in her ear. "You're not allowed to come with me. Ever."
Her body convulses in shakes, and I know she's trying hard to fight the feelings that are finding their way to the surface. But I'm not going to show her any mercy.
I continue my assault, getting my fill of her innocence which will soon be gone forever. I fuck her like she's a toy built for me. Like she doesn't matter to me at all. And by the time I'm done, she can barely stand up straight. I pull my throbbing cock out, precum dripping all over.
I start jerking off over her whimpering body, making sure to humiliate her with my laugh. She won't be even able to clean herself up after this.
The release feels damn good. Seeing her in such a submissive position, at my mercy, makes me excited.
I finish with a flourish, making sure the long ropes of cum hit her in all the right spots. After that, I smear my hand in cum, and smear it all over her face.
"There you go. Now you can smell me all day. And make sure no one cleans you, so you remember what it's like to be mine."
I take a step back and that's when it really hits me.
Everything I've done to her... Taken away her eyes, her vision, her mobility, and abused her like she was just a toy for me to play with.
She's covered in cum, shaking all over, bruises forming all over her skin and the red marks glowing bright. My arks are already blooming into bruises.
That's when it hits me. She's more important to me than anyone else in my life. And as I realize what I've done, I shakily walk back out of the room.
In the hallway, I brace myself against the door and hope to hear her crying, but she doesn't break. I can imagine her inside the bedroom, trying to clean herself of the evidence of my orgasm. And yet she doesn't cry.
Walking away, my hands fist at my sides and once I come back into my office, I slam my fist into the wall, nearly breaking my knuckles.
I feel like a monster. But maybe that's what I was meant to be all along. After all, I was born to be a monster and so was my brother.
I thought Tallulah could change me, but clearly, there is no one who can.
Chapter 7
TALLULAH
Amaidappearsinmy room.
I am still blindfolded and I know she feels sorry for me. From the way she's talking to me, I can tell - she must pity me and my situation.
I don't know what to tell her, because my tongue had been tied since Xander last left the room. But once she takes care of me and cleans me up, I find myself latching onto her arm, begging her for help I know won't come. She won't budge now, won't speak to me, so neither of us says a word. But from the way she grabs my arm back, I know she sees I'm scared and afraid.
