She doesn’t answer me, so I tug on the wet strands of her hair until she squeezes her eyes shut.
I do not like her this way. Acting so delicate. Her nipples are hard, and I am certain if I were to thrust my fingers between her legs, she would be wet for me.
Little liar.
“Perhaps I was wrong,” I say. “Perhaps you need to spend some more time in your piano room.”
“No!” she cries and curls into herself. “Please, Javi. I will do anything. Anything! Just don’t send me back in there.”
Tears streak down her face, and they make me hard.
“You will do anything, you say?”
Her shoulders fall in defeat, and she nods. Her answer is quiet. Sullen.
“Yes. Anything.”
I want to play with her. I want to torture her some more.
“So, you will fuck me?”
She blinks up at me, and my words do not shock her as much as I had hoped.
My broken toy simply nods and gives me another meek yes from her dry lips. The angelic virgin, so easily offering up her virtue to a monster. She is ruining my fun, and she should not be so agreeable.
My methods have been too effective, it seems. Or perhaps I am just being too picky with her. This woman confuses me. And I need to stop thinking so much.
I squeeze her throat, and her eyes grow large as I remove the ball gag from my pocket and secure it around her mouth once more.
“Until I have a use for it.” I rub my fingers over her bottom lip.
She does not cry again. Even as I dry her and touch her with my bare hands. She does not try to move away, or even tremble beneath my touch.
My cock is still hard, but now I am angry too.
When she is dry, I drag her along to the kitchen where my dinner waits in the oven.
“Get on your knees,” I direct her.
She does as I ask without protest, the threat of the piano room still looming fresh in her mind when I remove the hot plate from the warming rack.
“Are you hungry, Bella?”
Her mouth waters and she does not need to answer verbally because the evidence is dripping down her chin.
She nods.
“If you want to eat, you need to earn it. Do you understand?”
There is the slightest flash of indignance in her eyes, which she snuffs out with a nod.
“Good girl,” I answer, soothing her with false security.
My dick wants a reaction from her, and I am determined to get it.
“Now get down on your hands and knees.”
She does as I ask, her eyes focused on the tile floor while she waits for her next instruction. I kneel down beside her, hot plate in my hand, searing my own skin. There is pleasure in the pain while I watch her this way.