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When she lifts her arm and brings mine with it so she can sink her teeth into my flesh, my already thin patience snaps, and everything in front of me goes red.
“Is this how you like it?” I snarl, hauling her in close. Her body shakes against mine, tear-filled eyes staring up at me. “You want to play rough? It so happens I excel at that.”
Releasing her wrists, I throw her to the bed hard enough that she nearly bounces off. “You don’t like your nightgown?” My fingers close over the delicate satin an instant before I tear it.
She goes still all at once, her gasp almost as loud as the sound of ripped fabric. By the time I’ve finished, the gown is slit from bottom to top, bearing her trembling body to me. Fear has tightened her nipples and caused her tits to heave, and God help me, I can’t help but take hold of one and squeeze until she yelps.
“It didn’t have to be this way.” She doesn’t fight this time as I strip her free of the gown and use it to tie her wrists to the heavy, wooden headboard. She settles for weeping quietly, shuddering when I cinch the torn satin.
“Please.” Tears roll down her flushed cheeks, her body shaking hard enough to rattle the bedframe. “Don’t hurt me. I know you’re a nice person. You were so nice to me at the party.”
Is that who she thinks I am? Some maniac she needs to flatter into sparing her? Knowing that only leaves me gritting my teeth against the diatribe I’d love to let loose. My body is all but vibrating in rage at being misunderstood and underestimated.
All but rejected.
There’s something else, something I can’t ignore. Her shaking, naked body, gleaming in the golden, midafternoon sunshine streaming through the windows beside the bed. Practically begging to be touched. Explored. Used for my pleasure.
My cock stirs to life while I stand over her. High-pitched whimpers have replaced her sobs, which makes her all the more appealing. Knowing how utterly under my control she is. Her life is mine.
I’m lowering my zipper before I know it. She jumps, feet sliding along the sheets like she wants to run. “Please, please, I’m sorry!” Her words fall on deaf ears. I’m too far gone now, lost in the promise of release. The past few days of thinking, imagining, and fantasizing have left my balls heavy, aching for relief.
“It doesn’t have to be this way.” I free myself and take a few strokes, eyes glued to her tits. Reaching out, I flick her nipples with my fingertips, gratified when she shudders with a moan that sounds like it comes from dismay. Her body knows better, though, and she can’t fight her reaction.
Fuck, what I want to do to her.
“You’re lucky I’m a decent man,” I mutter, stroking faster, my breath quickening while my free hand travels down the flat plane of her stomach. “I could hurt you now, if only because you tried to hurt me.”
“I-I was only scared.” She’s barely whispering, her body as tight as a coiled spring.
“The only thing you should be afraid of is me abandoning you now since I’m all you have.” When she won’t part her legs, I simply shove my hand between them to cup her bare pussy. She cries out, biting her lip, fresh tears springing to her eyes.
“What’s this?” I grunt, my strokes quickening once I find the treasure between her plump lips. “Getting wet for me?” Wet and smooth and hot, promising blissful oblivion. How I long to sink in deep, to forget everything in favor of memorizing her from the inside out. To bring her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams and hold her as she comes down from the dizzying height of ecstasy.
The mental images my desires bring to life leave precum dribbling onto my fingers. I use it, quickening my pace and sinking into the helplessness of my need. She does this to me. No one else has ever reduced me to this level of weakness.
There’s nothing to do but give in, allowing the rush to come over me all at once. “Fuck… Winter… oh, yes…” I barely aim in time to explode across her creamy skin, painting it with one thick spurt after another. Pouring my need onto her, an offering of my undying devotion. Proof of the power she has over me.
And when it’s over, and I can think clearly again, swaying slightly from the force of my release, her silent sobs add to my gratification. The score has been set. She knows now who’s in control.
And fuck if she isn’t the most ravishing thing I’ve ever set eyes on. Helpless, breathless, trembling. Wearing my cum. I ought to take a picture, but I’m not a heartless prick.
“Wait!” There’s life in her voice once again when I turn away and head for the door while tucking myself into my pants. “You’re leaving me like this?”
“This is for the best,” I assure her as I step into the hall. “Trust me.”
The closing of the door cuts off her breathless cry.
5
WINTER
What do I do now?
There I was, thinking for the first few seconds after recognizing my captor that I was safe. Like if anybody had to kidnap me, he'd be the safest bet. I could laugh at myself now for being so naïve.
I'm in the hands of a maniac. He’s out of his mind. Acting like I’m supposed to be happy about this? Tied to his bed, naked, unable to leave?
But he seemed so nice at the party. Like an actual, genuinely decent person. I can almost believe he didn't start trouble with management because it would make things awkward for me, and I guess he didn't have any way to get in touch.
