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“You… you’re going to…” Before she could even think of finishing that sentence I shook my head.
“No. I am a lot of things and I am aware that I am a monster, but I am no rapist. Everything I do is consensual…” I paused and tilted my head, gazing down the length of my body. If we were going to have a relationship, even a dom, sub, relationship, we needed trust and honesty. “Well… with the exception of this. You were just so gorgeous, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see what you would look like in my ropes.”
Anita visibly shivered and I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out why. Was she cold? Was she scared? I certainly hoped not. None of this was supposed to scare her, though I could definitelysee how it could. Maybe I should have gone about this another way?
I bit my lower lip, thinking about all the different ways I could have gone about this, but I kept coming back to this. I had wanted this and I wanted to bring my fantasies to life. I also needed her to realize I was serious.
“So,” I said after a few moments. “I can either hurt you like my father wants or I can hurt you in a way we both will enjoy. Just say the word Anita. Just one little word and I can make all of this a lot better for both of us.”
Unable to hold myself back anymore, I reached forward and placed my hand on the inside of her thigh. I let myself stretch into the light, hoping she liked what she saw. I certainly did, and I got a great view from where I stood. Touching her skin made tingles run up my hand, but I ignored them. This was a crucial moment and I needed to see how she would react to my touch. Would she accept it? Or would she shy away from it?
I leaned forward more and placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, halfway up. Far enough from her pussy to not be threatening, but close enough to where I could smell her arousal. She was wet and it made me grin. I straightened and let her see my smile, even if she didn’t know why it was there.
“All you have to do is say Yes. Be mine and trust me that I will take care of you with my life. Agree to marry me and be my wife so that I may ravage you in all the ways.”
“I-if I don”t?” She stammered and I had a feeling once again it wasn’t fear. She was going to say yes, not only because she was turned on but because she liked the challenge. She was a fighter and marrying me, and getting the chance to fight meant more to her than anything else. I was providing her with options and excitement. How could she not take it?
She was just going to do what she did best. Fight.
I stood straight up and let the shadows have most of me again.
“If you say no, then I will be forced to treat you like any other target my father sics me on. I won’t be able to help you and I won’t be able to make it stop. Eventually, I will have to kill you, but only after you have been broken and stripped of all your humanity and sanity.” I told her honestly. If she didn’t agree to my terms then I would have no choice, but to do everything my father asked. She needed to know the reality of it, but I also needed her to understand the danger. I can shut my emotions off and do what is needed. I could do as my father asked, I just didn’t want to.
“Yes.” She said and I grinned.
“Good. I was hoping you would say that.”
I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh again, only this time higher. My fingertips were just shy of the crease of her thigh. She shifted and let out a soft moan that let me know I hadn’t been wrong. She was turned on and wanted to hide it. But it didn’t matter now. She had said yes. She was mine.
I let my smile reach my eyes as my grin settled into the corner of my mouth.
“You and I are going to have a lot of fun together Anita,” I told her truthfully and before she could know what was coming, before she could prepare herself, I took the hand that was on her thigh and shoved two fingers into her pussy.
She gasped as I pulled my fingers out and then plunged them back in, fucking her with my hand the way I wanted to fuck her with my cock. I wanted her to have the sudden, pinch of pain because I needed to see what she could take. Could she handle surprises with her sex? Could she handle a little pain?
I would find out all these things at some point, but this was at least a good place to start.
She clenched around my fingers and began to writhe against the restraints. She was loving every bit of this, just as I was. She was a kinky little girl and probably didn’t even know it. Mostpeople with dark kinks didn’t, not until someone showed them the way.
I could feel her move her hips against me, trying to make me go deeper, go faster, trying to move as best she could. She was so close to cumming, I could feel it. With every thrust, she tightened a little more, her back arched a little more, and her moans began to become more frantic. I wanted to see her cum, to feel her cum on my fingers, but I wanted to test her even more, to see how much she could take without even knowing me, trusting me.
Quickly, I pulled my fingers out and slapped my wet hand over her pussy lips. She yelled out and pulled against her ropes more, trying to hide herself from me. It didn’t work of course and I waited until she began to still before I began rubbing her where I had hit her. She glared at me with questions in her eyes but didn’t have the strength to ask me, or at least that was what I was guessing. I rubbed her pussy lips softly, gently, making the hurt go away.
“You do not get to cum without permission, Anita.” I told her and moved to the side of the bed where I could rub her and stand beside her. She looked up at me with wide hazel eyes and I felt my cock jerk again. I was in danger of breaking the zipper on the front of the jeans I was wearing from pressure alone. “You cum when I say you can cum. If you want to cum, you must ask me nicely.”
I waited, rubbing her lips the entire time while she struggled with her new reality. Most people who enter this lifestyle do it voluntarily and not necessarily all at once. There are stages, but I needed to know she could take direction, at least at first. I would explain to her the rules if need be, but she needed to listen; truly listen, for any of this to work.
While I waited for her answer I let my fingers spread her lips and find that little sensitive nub. The moment I touched it, herback arched and she began panting again. She was so tightly wound that I had her back at the point of overload quicker than I even thought possible. How long had it been since someone had gotten her off?
“Please.” She begged, her voice shaky.
“Please what?” I countered, needing her to say it all. Needing her to understand.
“Umm… please, can I cum?”
I grinned.
“Close. Say, ‘Please may I cum, Sir.’ Always call me Sir.” I flicked her clit with my fingertip to remind her of what I could do. “Say it and I’ll be nice. This time.”
