“But you’re not going to hurt her? Right?” Her tone is louder, almost as if she’s trying to make me.
“That depends on how well you behave …” I murmur.
She frowns. “You wanna fuck me …”
“That’s right, Princess. I will fuck you and blow my load in all your holes, whether you like it or not.”
“And that’s going to save Paige?”
“Maybe,” I muse, smiling a little when I see her annoyed face.
“How would I know for sure? If you fuck me, you could still hurt her afterward.”
“I guess you’ll just have to trust me on my word,” I say.
“Your word means shit to me,” she spits.
“Oh, Vanessa … haven’t I proven myself already? When I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to fucking make it happen. Whether it’s killing people or chasing after you.”
I’m gloating right now, just because of that look she’s giving me. It’s a mixture of disgust and arousal, and I can’t tell which one is winning, but I don’t fucking care. I’m having her whether she wants it or not. She’s not in control. She never was.
“Fine …” she mutters, but she’s licking her lips anyway. I guess she just doesn’t want to admit to herself that she wants this as much as I do.
I hold out my hand. “Let’s start by you giving me that dress.”
Her fingers latch onto it. “No …”
“Give. Me. The. Dress,” I reiterate. I don’t know why she holds onto it like it’s precious. The shoulder straps are already torn, so it’s useless anyway. Might as well get rid it of it now. I don’t want it to be in the way while I ram my cock into her.
Slowly, her fingers loosen, and her dress drapes off her, falling to the floor. Then she crawls out of it and hands the dress to me. My eyes slide over her naked body, taking it all in with greed. Her petite frame and silky skin shine like a rough diamond, grabbing all the attention that I have in me. For a moment, I find it hard to remind myself that she’s the woman who had me arrested and put me in jail. That she’s the woman who ruined my life. Every time I see her pretty face and smile, I have to remind myself that she’s not a sweet apple but a rotten one.
I can’t allow myself to fall for her charms again. Fuck no; she doesn’t deserve to be loved. Not by me. Not by anyone. Not ever again. Not when she’s become the villain in her own story. I’ll be the one to hand out her punishment, and I know exactly how.
I pick up my belt and walk toward her back.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh.” I wrap the belt around her neck, and immediately her hand reaches for it, so I slap it away. “Don’t you fucking touch it.”
She lowers her hand, taking a sip of air as I tighten the belt around her neck. “Are you going to kill me?” she asks.
I laugh. “Of course, not. Where’s the fun in that?” When she lets out a breath, seemingly relaxing, I say, “It’s too soon, at least.” Her posture turns rigid. Good. She should stay on her toes. I don’t want her relaxing, not around me.
Pulling back on the belt, her head moves up, and I can hear her gasp for air.
I’ve created the perfect leash for a perfect princess.
“You look so nice with a leash on. Someone should have done this long ago,” I say, holding the belt. “Get up.”
“How? I can’t stand in here.”
“On hands and knees.”
She does what I say, and perks up her ass and tits for me to look at. I place the long end of the belt on the floor. “Don’t you fucking attempt to take it off,” I growl when I catch her fingers moving toward her neck. I flash my knife, which is always ready to slice through something painfully slow. This makes her stop immediately.
I reach into the cage and grab a handful of her titties, squeezing them to my liking. They’re still as soft and squishy as ever, so fucking nice I could shove my cock between them and blow my load right on her face. But that’s not what I’m after today. No, I want to teach her a lesson. I want to give her her own version of hell.