“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.
I smirk when tugging on her nipples makes her squeal. “I should do this more often. Sounds like you enjoy it.”
“No,” she murmurs.
“Keep telling yourself that,” I say, letting go after making them puckered.
As I circle around the cage, I peek at her sweet pussy, which looks just as appetizing as I remember. Maybe I’ll have a taste later. First, she’s going to prove to me how much her own life is worth to her.
“Ass against the bars, Princess,” I muse.
She sighs a little, but she does it anyway. Such a good pet.
“So … how much are you willing to give to keep this assistant of yours alive?” I ask, licking my lips while taking a good look at her naked body.
“Just don’t kill her,” she says.
“I wonder why you care so much.”
“I’m not as cold as you think I am.”
“Hmmm …” I smile. “Well, show me how much she’s worth then.”
She turns her head to look at me, and I can see the color on her cheeks change the moment she sees that I’m admiring her ass.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
I give her a piercing glare. “You know what I want.”
She immediately turns her head, but I could swear I saw a narrowing of her eyes. I enjoy her bold resistance. It’s always been something I liked about her … and now I get dominion over her once again.
“Spread your legs,” I say.
“I can’t go any further.”
I reach into the cage and give her a smack on the ass, which makes her squeal. She probably didn’t expect it, which makes it all the better.
“Ow! What did you do that for?” she yells.
I smack her other ass cheek. “Don’t question me, Princess.”
“Or what?”
I slap her ass again, which makes her jolt up. “Or you get this as punishment.”
“That’s not fair.”
I grab the belt and pull back so hard that her entire body chucks against the bars, her hands clasping her throat. I reduce the tension on the belt, giving her an inch of space to move so she can breathe. She drops down to the floor and coughs.
“Get up,” I say.
She does what I want but with a cheeky growl.
“Anything is fair in love and war, sweet cheeks.” I smirk, rubbing her round ass with my bare hand. “Especially if it involves spanking this sweet ass.”
She blows out a big breath but doesn’t respond. Good. She’s finally learning that she has to make a choice. Either obey and keep the assistant alive, or disobey and the assistant dies. She can’t have both. Besides, it’s not like this is a hard choice. Being fucked by me isn’t punishment at all … she should consider it a gift in comparison to what else I could do to her.
“You should be happy,” I say, leaning in, “that all I want is your ass.”
“Hmpf, I know you. It’ll never be enough,” she says, looking back at me.
“Correct.” I smack her ass again, making her moan. “Now what did I say about talking back?”
“Fine. Sorry,” she growls.
I rub her sore ass, which is turning red. “Love this color. Pink always looked good on you, and I don’t mean just those dresses …” I grin.
“What are you thinking of?” she asks.
“You. In my car. Back in the old days, when you begged to ride my cock.”
She laughs. “Not a chance in hell you’ll ever hear me do that again.”
I spank her again, this time harder than before because I can’t control myself and I don’t want to. She deserves punishment, especially after making a comment like that.
“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” Each word is another strike. “You fucking know the truth as well as I do.”
“Okay, okay! You’re right,” she says. “Just stop.”
“What’s that?” I spank her again, and she drops to the floor. “Ass up,” I growl, pulling back on the belt.
“No, you’ll just hit me.”
I pull harder, forcing her to get up. “What I’m going to do to you if you don’t listen to me will be far worse than a little spanking. Compared to that, you should be moaning with pleasure for these slaps,” I say. “Now, get up.”
Her body shakes as she lifts herself back into position again. With my hand, I circle her flesh, letting go quickly so I can enjoy her spasms as she expects another blow, which doesn’t come. I love the sight of her body moving with my hand, as if she’s trying to prepare for the pain.
“Aw, does it hurt?” I muse, petting her red cheeks.
“No,” she says, but she’s hissing when I touch a certain spot, so I’m guessing she’s lying.
I spank her again.