I felt the sharp sting of her hand as it slapped across my face, the heat blooming over my skin like wildfire. A low moan of pain escaped my lips, and tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and unrelenting.
"Look. At. Me." Her voice was cold, commanding, each word like a hammer striking an anvil. My head trembled as I turned to face her, my nerves fraying at the edges, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst.
She was going to kill me, Wasn't she?—I could see it in the glint of her eyes, the predatory curl of her lips.
"That's it," she purred, her smirk growing wider, darker. "You're going to learn to be mine. Forget whatever pathetic little life you had before. You're mine now... forever." Her words slithered into my ears, chilling my blood.
I yanked against the restraints binding my ankles, the rough rope biting into my skin, but they didn't budge an inch. I was trapped.
Her fingers grazed my burning, red-stained cheek, her touch deceptively gentle. Her thumb traced the edge of the gag stuffed in my mouth, pressing against the damp fabric.
"If I take this off, do you promise not to scream?" Her tone was honeyed, but the threat beneath it was razor-sharp.
I stared into her eyes, my mind racing. Maybe if I screamed loud enough, loud enough to shatter glass, one of her neighbors would hear.
Someone had to be close by, right? I nodded slowly, my breath hitching, and she reached behind my head to undo the gag. The ball pulled free with a wet pop, strands of saliva stretching lewdly between my lips and the slick surface as she drew it away, agonizingly slow.
"My, my..." she whispered, leaning in so close I could feel the heat of her breath against my ear.
"I've been dying to see what that pretty little mouth of yours can do. I've been dreaming about it for a long time." Her voice was a low, hungry growl, and a shudder ripped through me. This was it.
I opened my mouth and screamed. The sound tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing through the room. I screamed for help, for anyone, until my voice felt like it would shatter. But then her hands clamped down—one over my mouth, the other around my neck, squeezing tight.
"What the fuck did I say?" Her voice was ice, her grip unrelenting. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.
My body went limp for a moment, the world fading to black, before she suddenly released me.
I gasped, choking on air, my chest heaving as I fought to pull oxygen back into my lungs. My throat burned, my head spun, but I could still see her through the haze.
She bent down, reaching under the bed, and my stomach dropped as she pulled out a pair of scissors, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light.
Then came the knife—a long, wickedly sharp blade that sent a wave of goosebumps prickling over my skin.
My mind spiraled into panic.
She was going to gut me like a fish. That was the only thought screaming through my head as I stared at the cold steel in her hands.
"You will call me mistress, mommy, or love, nothing else... got it?" Her voice was a sharp command, slicing through the heavy air.
I nodded, choking back a sob that threatened to crack my voice, a single tear slipping down my cheek. "Yes, mistress," I whispered, biting my lip hard. I fucking hated this bitch with every fiber of my being, but I had no choice.
"Good boy, learning so fast!" She smiled, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. "Now let's get these pesky clothes off you. You won't need them anymore now that you're mine." Her hand reached for the scissors, the metal catching the faint light as she brought them to my pants.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as she snipped through the material with practiced ease, slicing through my underwear next. My limp, soft cock was exposed to the cool air, and humiliation burned through me.
"So pretty, all mine to enjoy..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes glinting with possessive hunger as she moved on to my shirt.
The scissors made quick work of the thin fabric, the sharp edges grazing my skin just enough to make me flinch.
In seconds, I was shirtless, then completely bare, naked as the day I was born.
My legs twitched instinctively, trying to cover myself, but the restraints around my ankles held firm, keeping me splayed and vulnerable.
"Slutty boy, wearing nothing but a shirt," she taunted, chuckling darkly. "You're a whore, aren't you?" Her words stung, twisting the knife of shame deeper.
I'd been in a rush this morning, forgetting to layer a tank top under my shirt, and now she branded me with that label, her mockery echoing in my ears.
"I'll be sure to throw these in the trash..." she said casually, gathering the tattered remains of my clothes and dragging them to the corner of the dim room.
The faint light barely illuminated the space, casting long shadows across the walls, and the pile of shredded fabric looked like a discarded part of my old life, left to rot in the darkness.
She turned back to me, her gaze raking over my exposed body, a predatory smirk curling her lips as she stepped closer.
She snatched the knife from the nightstand, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light. She pressed the sharp edge against my abdomen, the cold metal biting into my skin just enough to make me wince.
A sharp sting radiated from the spot as she applied a little more pressure, daring to draw blood.
"Such beautiful, delicate skin..." she whispered, her voice low and intoxicating as her eyes roamed over me. "You're such a pretty boy. You can't possibly blame me for grabbing you for myself, can you?"
I glanced down, my breath catching as I saw a thin trickle of blood seeping from the shallow cut. My stomach churned, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of it.
"I'm not gonna kill you..." she murmured, her tone almost soothing, though it carried a menacing edge. "I would never. That would spoil my plans to keep you forever, after all. And we can't have that, can we?"
A small gasp slipped from my lips as the pain began to morph, twisting into something else—something I hated myself for feeling.
Pleasure.
Why the fuck did I have to be a masochist? I bit my lip harder, trying to suppress the reaction, but I could feel my cock hardening under the cruel kiss of the blade, betraying me completely.
A dark chuckle escaped her as she noticed, her eyes flicking down to my growing erection.
"Of course you'd like this... little painslut," she taunted, dragging the flat of the knife lightly over the cut, smearing the thin line of blood across my skin.
Her smirk widened as she watched me squirm, caught between shame and the sick thrill of it.
I wanted to scream again, to let out every ounce of frustration and fear until my throat was raw. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out—just a pathetic rasp.
My throat ached from earlier, the sound dying before it could form.
"If you dare to scream again," she warned, her voice dropping to a dangerous growl as she leaned in close, the knife still hovering over my skin, "I swear I'll hurt you like nothing else before. You won't like what I do next." Her eyes locked onto mine, daring me to test her, the promise of pain gleaming behind her gaze.
"Now let's test that little mouth of yours..." she purred, her voice thick with anticipation as she began to slip off her clothes.
The dim light filtering in from outside the room caught the curves of her body, illuminating her ample breasts, her pink nipples hardening in the cool air.
My eyes drifted lower, catching the sight of the grey bush sitting atop her pussy lips, a stark contrast to the smooth skin surrounding it.
"Don't fight it..." she warned, her tone sharp as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. Her pussy hovered just inches from my lips, the strong, musky scent hitting me like a punch.
It was overpowering, rancid, nothing like the sweet familiarity of Elara's or Bella's. My stomach churned, but I was trapped, nowhere to go.
She lowered herself further, her pussy lips brushing against my lips, the heat and dampness pressing into me. "Go on..." she demanded, her voice a harsh growl.
I hesitated for a split second before letting my tongue dart out, giving a tentative lick. A pleasured sigh escaped her, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling hard as her hips bucked forward, grinding against my face.
She rode me with ruthless abandon for barely ten seconds before her body tensed, and she came, her release flooding over my face and into my mouth. The taste was vile, bitter and reeking, like something rancid I couldn't spit out fast enough.
I gagged, coughing hard, my throat burning as I tried to clear it. "Oh, toughen up, bitch... can't handle a real woman's cunt?" she snarled, her voice dripping with contempt as she glared down at me.
"Kiss it, go on..." Her eyes bored into mine, filled with raw lust and a twisted obsession. Her lips were parted, still catching her breath from her climax, a predator satisfied but nowhere near done.
I swallowed the bile in my throat, my gaze locked with hers for a moment before I leaned in, pressing a reluctant kiss to her soaked lips. Then, forcing myself, I moved to her clit, giving it a small, quick kiss, feeling her shudder above me.
"Fuck... such a good slut for me, aren't you, Noah?" she gasped, her voice a mix of triumph and hunger as her grip in my hair tightened even more, pulling me closer as if she could claim every inch of me with just her touch.
"If you keep making love to my pussy like this, and you let me fuck you, maybe I'll release you and give you slight privileges," she mused aloud, her voice dripping with a twisted kind of promise.
Her eyes glinted with unchecked lust as she stared down at me, a predator toying with her prey.
I looked up at her, the weight of her gaze pinning me in place.
My stomach churned, more bile rising in my throat, but I forced it down and dove back into her pussy, desperate to get this over with. If she barely lasted a moment ago, she'd probably be quick again. I just had to endure a little longer.
My lips pressed against her clit, kissing it before I suckled hard, my tongue flicking and dancing over the sensitive bud.
Her breath hitched almost instantly, and in mere seconds, she came again, her body shuddering violently. Her fingers dug into my scalp, gripping harsh enough to sting as she panted above me.
"Fuck! So good, Noah..." she gasped, her voice ragged, her back arching as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She slumped slightly, catching her breath, her chest heaving.
"You'll love me in no time..." she whispered, her tone low and sinister, a dark promise that sent a shiver down my spine as her grip on my head eased.
"Come soon Elara and Bella"
"Please."