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“I know what you said. I didn’t forget the lesson you tried to teach. My stance hasn’t budged. I’m not going to fuck you, touch you, kiss you, or do anything with you voluntarily. Get over yourself and go jerk off under the covers like every other twelve-year-old does,” she says as she eyes my massive erection.
“I told you what would happen. You’re going to regret that disrespect.” I turn toward the open door. “Gentlemen!” I anticipated that this continued stubbornness would be her reaction, so I already had enforcement on standby. I call for my henchmen who are doubling as my security at the moment.
Seamus and Barry walk in immediately. “Yes, boss?”
“Boys, cuff her up to the wall.” Their presence is for the scare tactic.
Across from the bed in the center of the room are four cuffs built into the wall—like four corners of a rectangle. The two guys grab Vasilisa while she screams and attempts to fight their grip, which has little to no effect on my oversized men. She’s forced against the wall, right arm stretched out above her head and cuffed into place. The left arm directed and locked in the same position.
“Would you like her ankles restrained too, sir?” Seamus asks me.
“Hmm…” I think about it for a moment. “I don’t think it’ll be necessary. As long as she plays well, that is.” I glare at Vasilisa. She glares right back at me. It’s a battle of wills, but unfortunately, she is outmatched.
“That’s all for now, gentlemen. You can leave and shut the door on your way out.”
I pace back and forth, examining this Russian beauty on my wall. She is clothed in a tank and shorts, completely vulnerable to do with as I please. The restraints have stripped her of any perceived power. Not that I need the restraints, but it’s all about perception, and I want to emphasize who’s in charge.
“We can make this as easy or as hard as you would like.”
“You are sick, and I’ve figured it out. Of the two psychosis we discussed earlier, you’re a psychopath. You have no remorse or empathy. Tying me up to get sexual satisfaction is the only way a man like you will ever get some,” she spits. She has no idea the plethora of pussy I have access to.
“That’s such a naive thing to say. Delusional, really. But you are right that I am going to enjoy this.”
I pull a switchblade from my pants pocket, open it up, and approach her. With every step, I can see her “I’m a badass”attitude shift from confidence to fear. She’s not as tough as she puts out to be. Everyone has a breaking point, and today, I’ll find hers.
“Wait, you’re not seriously going to hurt me?” She panics. “I’m your investment … you have to marry me. You can’t hurt me!”
Now she is attempting to use my term “investment”in her favor when she has balked at it before. I see right through her tactics. I grab her tank at the neckline and yank it away from her body. When I raise my switchblade, her eyes and lips clench shut as the knife slices down the shirt till it’s completely cut in half. Her black bra showing, I immediately pull that away as well and cut the middle connecting piece. The two sides of her shirt and bra now just hang from her shoulders, exposing her tits. Not as nice as the server’s, but I’d give them a solid ten. She opens her eyes and lets out a breath of relief that I haven’t stabbed or cut her.
“If you wanted me naked, you could have just said that,” she says, her fear masked with sarcasm.
I put my hand around her throat and pin her to the wall. I glide the knife across her upper chest till I see a three-inch cut. Not deep enough to do any real harm, but enough to draw blood. I catch some of the blood dripping down her breast with my knife. Looking her in the eyes, I run my tongue along the blade, licking the blood off. I kind of enjoy its metallic taste.
A look of repulsion crosses her face. “You truly are sick. I can clearly see it now.”
“You don’t have the slightest idea,” I enlighten her. “But you will. If I’m going to continue to claim you as mine, I have every intention to know how you think, how you react, how you taste in every way…what you like, what you desire, what you hate, and what you fear. And from that information I collect, I’ll strip you of everything you want while I create a living nightmare from your fears. After all, isn’t that the true definition of a psychopath? I might as well live up to it.”
Pocketing my knife, I grab a towel from one of the racks next to us and put it over her head.
“Get me the fuck out of here, you sick fuck,” she screams through the towel.
“We are going to need to do something about that attitude you have. You’re just not learning.”
I walk away long enough to retrieve a small bucket of water from the kitchen. She is bucking against the wall, trying to shake the towel off her head. She would have been successful had I taken a minute longer to return, but I just would have replaced it.
“You see, I can appreciate a strong-willed woman. I welcome it, in fact. Nothing is sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and goes for it. But the one thing I appreciate more is respect and submission — trust that I will lead. And so far, I can’t say I have sensed either respect or submission from you. So today… you are going to learn what that means to me!”
I reach under her right arm, grab a handful of hair, and yank her head back as much as I can with the given angle. With her chin in the air, she lets out a scream. Simultaneously, I begin to pour water on the towel covering her face. Her screams transition into more of a gag and choking sounds. The water and towel combination creates a suction, preventing air from getting in, yet it fills her mouth with water each time she tries to gasp to get any oxygen. I continue to pour for about ten seconds before I stop. I ease up on her hair so she can catch her breath. She attempts to spit out words while gasping for air but is unsuccessful. I yank her hair back once again and pour more water. Only this time, I double the amount of time she’s under. I let off, and she chokes up water from her lungs—teeter-tottering on the line of drowning. I pull off the towel. She is on the verge of hyperventilating. She can’t speak or do anything besides focus on breathing. Much like when we first met in Persephone’s apartment.
“This is rather entertaining, don’t you think? I don’t think we should be done just yet. I need to make sure the lesson sticks this time.”
“No… please…” she pleads between breaths. “Kai, please, just… just do anything else but that.”
“Don’t worry, milseán. We will get there. Right now, we have to push your limits.” I return the towel back over her face and begin pouring the rest of the water I have over it. There is a gurgling in her throat as her arms flail around. After another twenty-five seconds, I stop. I remove the towel aggressively and scream, “You will respect me and who I am!” while she comes to from near drowning.
Her head hangs down, and she remains silent besides her heavy breathing trying to catch her breath. I kiss her neck now that the lesson is over. My lips glide across her cheek till they meet hers. I press in with a passionate kiss. “Doesn’t this thrill excite you? I know it does for me.” Still no response. If she wants to keep calling me a psycho, I will oblige every single time.
I squeeze her tits and begin to suck on them. She really does have such an attractive body. This handful and darker nipples are right up my alley. I could stay here and keep playing with them but perhaps another time. I pull my knife out again. Using the blade, I catch the backside of the button to her shorts and with one stroke, the button cuts right off. Quickly, I unzip them, and even quicker, I drop them to her ankles along with her panties. Her pussy is clean shaven and thin-lipped. I lick her nipples again while I begin to rub her clit. Her body still hanging up against the wall, the heels of her feet pressed back against the wall, hips arched forward, and she lets out a little moan. This catches me by surprise, but solidifies my suspicions about her. I’d already figured out that adrenaline-inducing instances get her off, but thanks to her resiliency after my torture, I now know that she gets off on humiliation, degradation, and punishment as well. Does she even realize this? I look up at her face to be sure.
