19.1

“I have no reason.”

“Liar.” He shakes his head and moves to stand beside me.

I glance up at him, his dark eyes latch onto mine, their gaze burning acid through me. There is no disguising the hunger in his stare as he drinks me in. I swallow as a new wave of uncertainty clouds me, he looks as though he’s about to eat me alive.

“By the time we’re done here, your body will betray you, and your mouth will spill your secrets, sweetheart.” He moves to the far end of the room and disappears into his walk-in, re-emerging after a few agonizing seconds.

He kneels behind me, and I stiffen, as he grips my bound wrists in his hands and lifts them slightly, hooking them into something to keep them there. I twist and try to see what he’s doing, but the ropes are restricting my movements, cutting into my skin as I struggle to move.

He climbs back off the bed and presses a button beside the headboard. A movement tugs on my arms and I’m being hoisted off the bed, suspended in the air, leaning forward, with my legs spread and my pussy and ass on full display.

“Are you kidding me?” I jerk my body, trying to escape, but the ropes have me secured.

“I told you, I’ll break you until you talk.” He grabs my thigh and runs his thumb across my Medusa tattoo. “Do you turn all those who gaze upon you to stone, Principessa?” He runs his finger along my slit.

“No,” I hiss, “I cut their fucking heads off.” I try to kick out at him, but the rope digs into my ankle, burning my skin.

He spins me until his hand lands across my throat, squeezing it until I wheeze. He holds me in place, and works his magic on my clit, inserting his fingers inside me and circling my clit in a delicious slow assault. He works his devilish fingers until my body betrays me, and once again, he stops at the brink of my orgasm.

“How much longer can you do this? You seem to be spent,” he chuckles darkly, as he removes his fingers and spins me so I’m facing him. “Open your mouth.”

He pushes his fingers through my lips and makes me suck my arousal off.

My breaths heave in my chest as I try to get control of my body and thoughts. Circling my tongue around his fingers, I bite down hard, drawing blood, the taste filling my mouth and sending spikes of pleasure to my core. This seems to anger him and he jerks his fingers out of my mouth.

“I can go all night,” I say, as I recover from his torture.

Stripping his pants and boxers off, his huge cock springs free, a large barbell pierced vertically through the head, and another large ring pierced at the base, staring back at me. My eyes roam over his piercings, and my pussy clenches in appreciation. He doesn’t say a word, he just spins me so I’m facing the headboard. My arms ache at the angle they’re tied at and my shoulders throb, almost to the point of numbing pain.

I feel myself being lowered closer to the bed and I groan in relief, happy to be finally let back down. But my pussy comes in contact with his mouth. When the fuck did he position himself under me?

I jerk in surprise, but he clamps his fingers into my thighs and holds me still, while his tongue and lips feast on me. It doesn’t take long until I’m a fucking embarrassing quivering mess. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s as though all he needs to do is touch my skin, and I’m about to come.

He stops just as I’m about to fall over the edge.

“Fuck,” I scream like a demon possessed. I start to squirm in frustration, my patience wearing thin.

“Are you ready to talk yet, Principessa?” I hear him under me and can imagine the fucking satisfied grin on his face.

“I’m going to fucking kill you when you’re done.”

I watch the dip of the bed as he climbs off, and stands at the end, my ass in the perfect position for his viewing pleasure.

“Such strong words for a person in no position to be making threats.” He maneuvers himself between my legs and presses his dick against my opening.

I gulp from the contact, my throat tender from the remnants of his capable fingers, and I swallow deeply as he runs the tip of his cock up and down my opening. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, and at this point, I don’t even care anymore. I need release, and I need him to fuck me hard and make me forget my name.

His hands move to my hips, his fingers digging into my over sensitive flesh, the blood smears making his hands slide. He grunts in satisfaction as he glides his cock inside me, ever so fucking slowly, and doesn’t move again until I adjust to his length.

“Ready to talk, Principessa?” He slides back out of me and I whimper in protest.

“Holy fuck,” I groan and try to squirm against him for much-needed release.

“Patience is a virtue.” He slides back into me and moves his cock so the barbell hits me right where it needs to.

I buck in frustration, the ropes pulling at my skin, trying to get friction against him. “I have no patience.” I stop moving in defeat, realizing there is nothing I can fucking do to get myself off.

His grip tightens, as he slides back out and holds his tip at my entrance, before slamming back into me. I jerk forward, the tethers on my flesh burning as they strain against the movement. Snaking his hand across my stomach, his torturous fingers find my clit and begin their delicious assault, bringing me to the edge, hard and fast.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He stops mid-thrust and pulls out, leaving me a panting, dripping mess.

My eyes focus on the blood drips decorating the sheets, their intricate patterns mesmerizing, taking my mind momentarily away from the pleasure and pain coursing through my body. My breathing heaves in my chest, and I need to punch something from my frustrations. His face would be a perfect point of contact for my fist, right about now.

“I hate you, you fucking bastard,” I hiss.

“I’ve been called worse, Principessa. Besides, nothing compares to a good hate fuck.” He unclasps my restraint and I hit the mattress, my face getting the full brunt of my fall.

I bite into the sheets, my anger getting the better of me. For a split second, I contemplate breaking, and telling him the reason for my list and why his men are on it. My mind is almost shattered and I‘m at the point of no return, tortured, battered, and brought to the brink of exhaustion. I’m not sure how much more my body can take. But before I can open my mouth, he flips me on my back and cuts the ropes constraining my legs. They fall apart, quivering uncontrollably, numb from the ropes. My arms are still bound and restrained under my back.

I close my eyes for a split second when I feel him insert the fucking clit sucker back into me. I don’t even have the strength to kick at him, I just lay there, and take it as it sucks my clit almost into oblivion.

I’m at his complete fucking mercy, and I hate it and love it, all rolled into one. I have never been this tortured and turned on at the same time, and to be honest, I’d fucking do it all again.

“You going to spill your little secrets, Principessa?” His voice washes over me, heightening my pleasure.

It’s as though he is all there is right now. He’s in control of my mind, body, and soul and I can’t do a fucking damned thing about it.

“Nope,” I manage to say and give him a wicked smirk as my body starts to fall, seeking release. My eyes roll into the back of my head and sweet darkness is where I’m suspended at this point. The feeling of being underwater wraps around me and carries me into a buoyant cloud of ecstasy.

He switches the clit monster off and the sudden loss of sensation makes my body heave in mind-numbing pain.

“Are you going to tell me yet?” His breath fans across my breasts, sending tingles through to the tips of my fingers and toes.

My whole body is buzzing with unspent pleasure. “No fucking way.” I open my eyes and they collide with his cold dark stare. His raw power and dark sensuality lick at the flames of anger burning within me.

He tilts his head, and I swear there’s a flash of…warning? “Your funeral,” his wicked mouth turns up at the corner, dazzling me with an evil smirk.

At this point, I have no apprehensions of what is to come and I meet his evil smirk with a cold hard glare, inviting him to give me his best shot. He kneels between my legs and removes the torture device from my clit, the light touch of his hand almost sending me over the brink of no return. Reaching over my head, he grabs a pillow, and lifting my ass with his other hand, he slides the pillow under so my hips are propped up.

Swallowing my sudden irrational need to be consumed by him, I watch his muscles ripple as he leans over me, his hard cock at my entrance.

“I’ll fuck you until you pass out, Principessa. I’ve given up on you spilling your secrets,” he whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.

I can’t feel my arms anymore and my legs are like jelly, laying limp, spread apart for him. Without warning, he slams his huge cock into me and I cry out in pain as the barbell hits my insides, feelings of ripping apart come to mind. His relentless punishing thrusts are endless. His hand grips my throat to hold me anchor, tightening around my airway as he gets closer to pouring into me.

My whimpers are embarrassing enough, but the noise of my wetness hits the silence in the room like an unwelcome visitor. I bite down on my bottom lip as the ring piercing at the base of his cock hits my clit over and over again, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I find the strength in my legs and squeeze my thighs into him

The room around me starts to blur and fade as his hand around my throat tightens. My pleasure spikes, ripping through me in violent convulsions. I’m unable to control my body movements as my orgasm crashes through all my walls and barriers. The release I’ve been teased with, shreds through me savagely.

“Let go, Principessa.” His words fade to nothing as I freefall into darkness.