♥ Chapter 14 ♥

Axel Norvelli. 

23:00 '' Axel's room. '' Valdoria.

As soon as she was naked, the sight of her scarred body and the satisfied smile on her lips made me feel an intense mixture of terror and confusion. Without giving me time to think, she picked up her blouse from the floor and, with cruel agility, tied my hands behind my head, making a firm knot that left me completely immobilized. The shock of the situation left me paralyzed, and the feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.

She stands over me with ruthless confidence. Her words are loaded with a dominant coldness:

''Let's begin, my little one. I'm going to delight in your delicious body, and I'm going to make you beg for more. Even if you don't want to, you'll beg for more.

With a smile that reveals a perverse pleasure, she begins to move over me, rubbing her intimacy against mine. The contact is unprecedented and overwhelming. The sensation of her warm, soft body against mine is so intense that it makes me gasp. I've never experienced anything like this before, and the unexpected pleasure is almost overwhelming, mixed with fear and confusion.

She watches every expression that passes across my face with a look of perverse satisfaction, and her movements become increasingly precise and calculated, stimulating every response in my body. I feel completely vulnerable under her absolute control, and her every move intensifies the feeling of helplessness and turmoil in me.

The initial contact is a shock, but as she continues to move, the sensation begins to change. Unexpected pleasure begins to seep into me, mixing with fear. My body responds to her every movement, and, against my will, I begin to enjoy the sensation of her intimacy rubbing against mine. It's a new and overwhelming sensation, a mixture of pleasure and terror that leaves me at her mercy.

She notices my change, and a soft laugh escapes her lips.

''You're lovely like that. Keep going and loosen up more, you'll like it.

Her words are a mixture of command and seduction, and before I can react, she increases the pace of her movements. Her hips move more intensely, faster, and more precisely. The friction is almost unbearable, and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips.

The pleasure is growing by the second, against my will. I feel completely vulnerable, unable to resist the intensity of the sensation. She continues to watch my reactions, her gaze fixed on my face, studying each expression with an almost perverse pleasure. The sensation of her intimacy moving against mine is almost too much to bear, and the sound of her soft moans mixes with mine, creating a symphony of pleasure and desperation.


She leans forward, bringing her face close to mine.

'' That's right, my little one. Feel every moment. Let yourself go.'' She whispers, her voice laden with a dark satisfaction and relentless dominance.

Suddenly, she lifts her hips a little, and I feel a momentary emptiness. Before I can understand what's happening, she takes a firm hold of my member and guides it into her intimacy. The shock of realizing what is about to happen is overwhelming. My body tenses, and my heart races.

She looks at me with a mischievous smile, her eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

''Let's see how much you can take, my little one,'' she says, her voice filled with intense lust and relentless desire.

Before I can protest, she sits down hard on top of me. The sensation is instantaneous and overwhelming, my body responds involuntarily, and the pleasure reaches such an intense peak that I can't hold back the loud moan that escapes my lips. The force of the impact and the intensity of the contact brought me to orgasm almost immediately. My body trembles as I'm overcome by an overwhelming wave of pleasure, every muscle contracting.

She keeps moving, prolonging the sensation as my body convulses with pleasure. The sensation of being completely at her mercy is overwhelming, and the smile on her face only intensifies my vulnerability.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment overwhelms me. Even though I'd never had sex before, I knew it shouldn't have ended so quickly. The feeling of humiliation is intense, and my face burns with shame. I feel as if I've failed in some way, as if I'm impotent.

Tears start streaming down my face, and each drop seems to carry away a little of my dignity.

She notices my state, and a soft, satisfied laugh escapes her lips. With an agile movement, she holds my cheeks, forcing me to look directly into her eyes.

''That's normal, my little one. '' She says, her voice laden with a perverse affection and sadistic satisfaction. ''It's your first time. Relax, the night has only just begun.

Her words, intended to calm me down, only accentuated my shame. She watches me with a look that mixes cruelty and satisfaction, clearly enjoying my discomfort. Even so, there is something in her tone that makes me believe that this night is far from over.

She begins to move slowly, with my member still inside her. The sensation is so intense that it almost makes me forget my humiliation. Her every movement is a mixture of pain and pleasure, a delicious torture that makes me lose control. I feel a mixture of fear and excitement growing inside me—fear that I'm starting to enjoy this and excitement at being dragged into a world of sensations I've never experienced before.

The intensity of it all is overwhelming, and I can't help the moans that escape my lips, each sound seeming to excite her even more.

As I moan with pleasure, she slides her hand slowly up my neck and grips it tightly. The chill down my spine and the unexpected pressure startle me. The unexpected contact makes my heart race, and I feel a mixture of fear and pleasure that is almost unbearable. Her hand on my neck makes me feel raw vulnerability, and every touch of hers is like an electric shock.

''You didn't think I'd be this nice, did you?'' She whispers in a cruel, possessive tone, her voice penetrating deep into my mind.

I feel fear growing, a chill that has nothing to do with physical pleasure. Her words are sharp, like a cold blade, and the feeling of her hand on my neck is a terrifying combination with the pleasure I'm feeling. It's as if the intensity of the pleasure is intertwined with the constant threat of her dominance.

While I was still immersed in pleasure, she began to hump my member at an increasingly rapid pace, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. Even with her hand wrapped around my neck in a firm touch, she kept moving. Each movement amplified the pleasure, causing me to moan with intensity. The pleasure was becoming so intense that I could hardly think. The expression on my face, mixed with desperation and pleasure, made her laugh, a sound that seemed cruel and delicious at the same time.

Her fingers around my neck are a constant reminder of her control over me. Her every contraction and movement makes me feel an ecstasy I've never known, and although it leaves me dazed and a little frightened by the intensity of what's happening, I begin to accept the pleasure, giving myself over to it.

The sensation is overwhelming and, although I still wonder why she chose to subject me to something so intense, I can't deny the deep pleasure I'm feeling. I find myself struggling to maintain concentration, but her pressure and touch completely envelop me, and the combination of pleasure and confusion is intoxicating.

The intense sensation of her body moving against mine doesn't diminish; on the contrary, it grows with every moment. The pressure of her hands around my neck gradually increases, and I feel her grip intensify. It's a mixture of fear and excitement that hits me, and I notice that she's panting, which only intensifies what I'm experiencing.