“On your hands and knees. Ass to the headboard.”
If she thinks this is the time for negotiations, she has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. She left a psychopath starving for her body, waiting three thousand miles away, and she thinks we have time for chitchat? This time, there will be no limits, nothing she can control. I’ll strip the last piece of resistance out of her body. And after tomorrow, she’ll be forever mine.
Hesitantly, she jumps on the bed and places herself exactly the way she’s been told, in the middle of it. I follow behind her, chaining her limbs and locking them. The gag comes next before she can protest, followed by the posture collar to keep her from looking anywhere but straight ahead. With every new item added, her body trembles with surprise. All the restraints are on, but she shows no sign of resisting.
Once everything is set in place, I walk around the bed until my eyes are looking straight into the deep, icy blue of hers.
“I told you not to leave, but you didn’t listen.”
Victoria tries to shake her head, but the collar restricts her movement. It’s not like she can protest; she did exactly that and now she’s about to face the punishment.
I pick up one candle from the nightstand and tilt it over her back, letting some of the melted wax meet her skin. The shock from the sensation makes her body shake, the chains protesting against the movement.
“Didn’t you promise not to run again?”
Next, I drip it over her ass. At the contact with her skin, her back arches and a muffled moan escapes her. Her breath is quickening, and the dim room light reflects in the wetness that pools at her pussy. My little ember has a pain kink.
“Seems like you like it. Let’s fix it, shall we?”
Grabbing the vibrator from the pile of things I brought with me from Seattle, I set it to the lowest intensity possible, turning it on the intermittent mode. This one is not meant for offeringpleasure, but for agonizingly promising the orgasm, only to stop for a second every so often and then start again.
I coat it in the lube—although she is wet enough to take it on her own—and start pushing it into her cunt, stimulating her clit with my other hand at the same time. She tries resisting at first, pulling herself away from the toy, but my fingers working her are enough to lessen that protest.
Once fully inside, the vibrations take over and her hips start rolling, but exasperated noises escape through the gag a second later when the vibrations lose intensity, only for it to start again.
When I move back in front of her, the look in her eyes is enough to kill me. She’s not having it.
“What’s that little ember? You don’t like this?”
The unnatural growl that leaves her mouth is probably a confirmation.
I move to the chair facing the bed. Just like the last time she saw me masturbating at the sight of her body, I pull out my cock and begin stroking. This time though, I don’t need to pretend I can control myself. I can’t, I never could. Seeing Victoria, being able to touch her body, is enough to drive me crazy in seconds.
With each stroke, her body moves, mirroring the uncontrollable desire I feel. The sound of her, the chains creaking with tension, fills the room. I keep on touching my dick until the sight and the sensation makes everything unbearable, and I am barely keeping it together. On the other hand, she is suffering in agony. I’ve counted about six of seven attempts to finish, by now, but each time, the vibrations stop, leaving her helpless.
I can’t help but smile. Suffering looks good on her. Just like my cum does when it is leaking out of her pussy. Before I can change my mind, I jump behind her, removing the toy, not sure if she is grateful for it or if I should count my moments.
I don’t ask when I shove my cock inside her folds, but by the way she’s pushing her ass into me, she must be desperate for a release.
“Fuck, little ember. I missed your tight pussy so much.”
Her hair gets wrapped around my fist, and I start pounding into her like this is the last time I’ll get a taste of her. The rhythm is obscene, and the sound that fills the room—a combination of chains banging and skin slapping against skin—gives me the same sensation as The Place. Only this time, the slut in front of me is my woman, and the torture gives her just as much pleasure as it gives me.
When her body starts jerking this time, I come as well, joining her in her orgasm, and when it is done, we stay like this for a moment until our breathing returns to normal. The room stays still around us, and the universe has stopped moving for a second. Everything is about her and me.
Once the moment fades, I undo all the locks and let her body fall numbly next to mine in bed.
“I missed you,” she says with a sleepy voice.
Today has been too much, even for her; first her job, then the chasing. Not to mention everything that happened after. My little ember needs rest if she wants to survive tomorrow.
I remove my pants and my shirt, leaving me in just my boxers. The plastic wrapped around my arm, covering my newest tattoo, catches her attention.
“What did you?—”
“You said you marked me, didn’t you?”
The tattoo in question is the mark that she left on my arm, now tattooed for eternity; I’m not a sentimental person, but as soon as the traces of her knife play started to fade away, I wanted them back. I wanted her name back on my skin just like I wanted her on my body. She marked my body, my brain, and mysoul. I’m nobody without her, and this is just another story that needed to be added to my skin.