Chapter Twenty-One

Sitting in a rusted old chair some distance away, I rip my balaclava off and toss it carelessly to the filthy ground. I stretch out, resting my ankle over my knee, and slump back, lighting a cigarette with a flick of my lighter. The flame briefly illuminates the grimy space around us before I inhale deeply, the toxic smoke filling my lungs.

My eyes never leave her.

She's right where I left her, suspended by a thick rope that holds her arms above her head. Her knees positioned and bound to two separate chairs, splitting her thighs wide apart, no panties and exposed for me to do as I please.

Her head hangs forward, her wet, brown hair cascading down her front and half of her pretty features are obscured by a black blind fold, her mouth gagged.

I take another long drag as I think about the position I've put her in. She looks helpless like this, so fucking vulnerable, but the reality is harsh. I wait patiently for her to awaken from the drug-induced coma, knowing that she'll definitely be furious when she does. Maybe I went too fucking far, knocking her out cold, but she needed to understand the seriousness of her mistake.

If I could do it, anyone fucking could. Never drop your guard, even if you think you've won. So, this is the consequence, a lesson she won't forget.

The minutes stretch on as I watch her carefully, the only sounds in the building being an occasional drip of water and the soft crackle of my cigarette.

Finally, there's a faint stir in her posture, a small movement as she begins to wake up. I exhale a plume of smoke, letting it dissipate into the musty air, and a small smile curls my lips. Now, it's time for her to understand what happens when you're not strong enough, not fucking fierce enough, to defend yourself.

No one, not even me should be an exception in these kinds of scenarios.

I take one last drag from the cigarette, the smoke curling lazily into the air before I flick it away. Slowly, I rise before I begin to stride toward her, each step echoing softly. The closer I get, the more she begins to move, her senses gradually returning as the effects of the drug wears off. Her head lifts sluggishly, and I can see the moment she starts to become aware of her situation.

Panic ripples through her, her breathing quickening, shallow and erratic, as she strains against the binds that hold her in place. I stop in front of her and although she can't see me, she knows someone is here, and the hesitation of it—the fear of the unknown—is clear as her body freezes.

I reach into my pocket, the leather of my gloves creaking softly as I pull out my knife. The blade catches the faint light as I calmly crouch down in front of her, my feral eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every shudder as she tugs against the restraints. She's completely at my mercy, and the power of knowing that courses through me like a sickening fucking drug.

"Arlo?" She asks, my name is muffled, the gag distorting it.

But I say nothing, letting the silence stretch, thick and uncomfortable. I want her fear to peak, to consume her, to bring her to the point of desperation.

I bite onto the tip of my glove, pulling it off my hand before doing the same to the other. I gently set my knife down beside me, then reach out. When I hook my finger beneath the thin black strap of her dress, she stops breathing entirely. I slowly drag it down her arm, the shiver running through her evident. I do the same to the other, then sneak my fingers beneath the bust of her little dress. She starts to hyperventilate, then begins to struggle, trying to pull away and stop me, but my jaw tenses before I roughly rip her dress down, making sure both of her big tits bounce out and are exposed to me.

"Arlo?!" she screams against the gag in panic. "Answer me, you fucking asshole!"

My brow lifts, staring at her with my head tilted to the side. Then, I lower myself to my knees, inching toward her. Both my hands lay on her bare thighs as I bring my face close to hers. Her body tenses as I gradually push her dress up her silky-smooth thighs until it's bunched around her waist. The way her body is so taut tells me she is trying to work out if it's me or if it's a stranger who is

touching her. The thought does something deranged to me.

I fucking love seeing her scared. Degraded. Powerless.

I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back sharply, revealing the delicate curve of her neck to me. My breath hovers just above her skin, as my hand slides down between her thighs. The instant my fingers graze her wet, vulnerable cunt, she lets out a startled yelp, her body jolting against me.

A dark satisfaction coils inside me as I push my fingers through her lips, forcing three deep into her tight, quivering cunt. I growl low against her neck, feeling her shudder as I press in deeper, her walls clenching around me in resistance, a pointless attempt to reject the inevitable.

Lifting my head, I bring my lips dangerously close to hers, enjoying the sight of her chest rising and falling with each panicked breath beneath the gag. I leave my fingers buried inside her, teasing her, making her wait for the next thrust.

When I finally pull back and slam them in again, her loud moan echoes through the room, a sound of both pleasure and despair. Frustration and desire burn through me as I press my lips to hers, not in a kiss, but a challenge. "You just moaned for your fucking captor," I bite out. "Is that how you plan to escape? By being a filthy fucking slut?"

I notice her shoulders slacken at the sound of my voice, but it's short-lived because I begin to bang my fingers into her pussy hard and fast with harsh power. As her screams become uncontrollable, the sound of her sloppy, wet pussy echoes in a merge of an arousing symphony and my annoyance mounts.

"You better not come. That's not how this works. You hold that shit," I command.

I continue, making sure I hit the spot that always makes her come quick. "If you do, I'm going to seriously fuck you up tonight and show you I am the only man you will ever come hard for."

Her body trembles, and I can feel her struggling to obey, her walls tensing as I drive her closer to the edge. Her cunt pours with come, unable to contain the pleasure. Just as I feel her close, I pause deep inside her and her pussy twitches around three of my long digits, pulsing for relief, her breath coming out uneven.

"You're close, slut. Your come is flowing down my fucking hand. Control yourself," I growl, knowing that she can't possibly hold it with the way I am fingering her cunt so good, but I still continue to torture her.

"I can't help it," she puffs out against the gag, utterly consumed by stimulation, desperate. I can feel her body trembling with the effort to do as she's asked and it's fucking intoxicating.

As her almost-climax begins to fade, I don't give her a moment to gather herself, my fingers plunge back into her, violent and unforgiving, striking that perfect spot repeatedly again with brutal accuracy.

"You will fucking help it." My breath is hot against her ear as I hiss, "You will do as you're told, or you won't stop coming all night, right here, completely at my mercy on my cock and tongue." My tone is hostile, and every word is a vow.

"Over and over, I'll use this body—this slutty, needy pussy and ass—for my own twisted pleasure because you belong to me. I will break and ruin every inch of you until you're nothing but a trembling fucking mess under my control. Hours will pass, and I'll keep going, pushing you beyond every limit you have, making you feel filthier than the dirt beneath our feet."

I pause, letting the weight of my words sink in, feeling her body tense beneath my grip. "Your pussy, your asshole, will be sore, loose, throbbing, and overflowing with my cum—too wrecked to take any more of me. By the time I'm done, Wren, you'll hate yourself for wanting it and being a greedy fucking slut. But you'll hate me even more for making you crave it so damn much."

I continue my onslaught, drilling and coiling inside her pussy with force until suddenly she caves against her will, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

A raw scream leaves her, her entire body shuddering. I snarl, keeping her hair pulled back, but my assault doesn't stop for a second. I ram my fingers so deep into her that her cries for empathy don't fucking stop. I punish her in the most messed up way, sending her body into overdrive before finally ripping them out of her pussy, hearing a splash of her come dropping onto the floor below.

I reach up, yanking the rag from her mouth, and she draws in a huge gasp of air. I give her cunt a swift slap, causing her to jerk before rubbing it better.

My eyes stay fixed on her plump lips until I lean in, "Bad fucking girl," I grit out against them.

I stand, keeping her hair tangled in my tattooed hand while the other unbuckles my belt. I drag my zipper down, shoving my hand into my boxers before flopping my rock-hard cock out, heavy and throbbing, eager for her mouth to be wrapped around it. I run the slick, pierced tip over her lips, urging her to take me.

"Open the fuck up, let me ram my cock down your windpipe."

Her lip's part, and I push inside, feeling the warmth from her mouth enveloping me. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, and I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her head as I thrust deep into her throat, until she almost hits the base, a gag escaping her.

"That's it," I growl in approval. "Take it. Take every fucking inch of me down that slut throat of yours."

Her tonsils contract around me as I hold myself in her throat and the sight of her struggling to accommodate my size only fuels my disturbed mind. Then, I begin to move, fucking her mouth with brutal strokes. Her hands clench above her as I drive into her.

I revel in the power I have over her, the way I can make her submit to my every whim. "Good fucking girl," I murmur the dark praise. "You know how to suck your husband's cock just the way he likes it. You always do it so perfectly."

I bring my other hand to her jaw, holding her tightly in place as I increase the pace even more, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a slick, wet sound, saliva dribbling down her chin like a shining string. Her tongue swirls around me, her throat reluctantly accepting me deeper, adding to the intense pleasure. I can feel the tension building, my release looming.

I show my wife no fucking leniency. Demonstrating exactly who she belongs to. I shove my length entirely down her throat, my piercing scraping down the narrow pipe, fucking her skull with violent force.

Finally, my cum shoots from the tip.

I lodge myself in the deepest pits, my shaft pulsing, making her drink me. The sound of her gurgling and suffocating on my dick makes my entire body quake, my eyes gradually closing. I keep her head firmly in place, savoring the feeling of dominance, the raw power of making her take all of me.

My breath comes in rough gasps as I ride out the last tremors of my release, my grip on her jaw tightening momentarily before I finally release her.

I pull out, a mixture of saliva and cum dripping from her lips, and I can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight.

"Good girl," I mutter. "You took that like the dark little queen that you are."

I slide the tips of my fingers over the liquid, then slide them into her mouth. "You missed some, beautiful."

She sucks on my fingers, panting through her nose, and I watch the movement as I slowly thrust them in and out before withdrawing, her lips making a pop sound.

Not wasting any time, I push the chairs further apart with my foot, splitting her legs to the maximum amount. Then, I lower myself to my knees before turning my body and sliding beneath her.

Leaning on one elbow, her glistening pussy close to my face, I take a good look at the perfection, spread and exposed, ready for me to feast on for however long I desire. I want her to squirt all over my face repeatedly until she runs on empty. I bring my mouth to her, my piercing flicking out to taste her. The moment I make contact, she shudders, her body reacting to the sensation. I start slow, savoring the taste of her, my tongue exploring.

Her moans fill the air, and I can hear her legs trembling above me, the chairs rattling. I increase the force, my tongue delving deeper into her dripping pussyhole, my lips sucking on her swollen clit. The sounds she makes drive me wild, and I can feel my own arousal growing with every passing second.

When I become more savage, using my teeth to bite, nibble, and eat, literally devouring her, I sink my fingers deep inside her.

"Come for me, slut," I murmur against her, my voice vibrating through her core. "I want to feel you squirt all over my face. Drown me in it."

I press on her spot, fingering her pussy roughly while gnawing on her bud, until finally, she shatters, her orgasm crashing over her. She squirts, dowsing me, her body jerking, but I don't stop for a second, my mouth never leaving her. Her juices flood my mouth, and I growl in approval as I drink her in, my tongue lapping up every drop.

I slide out of her pussy, gliding my tongue upward before pressing it inside and I slide my two slick fingers into her ass. She tenses instantly, but I don't care; I shove them all the way inside the forbidden hole without caring about her rejection until they're knuckle deep.

My arousal and insanity mounts the more she screams for me, the more she soaks me in her come and I have to stroke my dick to release some of the pressure building again. My mouth becomes untameable, munching on her like I'm a starving fucking man while I wreck her little asshole, violently thrusting inside her until again, she squirts all over me.

I continue for what feel like hours of persistent orgasms, ruthlessly wrecking her pussy and ass with my fingers while my tongue destroys her clit, swollen and twitching, not giving her any rest. On her last climax, she releases hardly anything but a few drops, and that's only when I am finally satisfied punishing her in such a cruel way.

I slip out from beneath her, my black shirt now soaked in her come—a sensation I love. Never before have I driven her to such heights, pushing her to the limit repeatedly in one sitting, but our night is far from over. We have hours ahead of us and I'm here to play.

Rising to my feet, I grab my knife, dusting off my pants and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I gaze down at her; her head hangs low, her breath shallow, and her body dangles limply from the rope.

With a swift motion, I slide the knife beneath her chin, lifting her head. I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her breathless lips.

"We're not done yet, beautiful," I whisper menacingly against her mouth, and she freezes, her breath ceasing in her throat, her reluctance clear.

"But..." she begins to protest, her voice trembling.

"No fucking buts, slut," I cut her off with a growl. "I'm going to fuck you up as promised. Prepare yourself for hours of me fucking your brains out. I stop when the sun rises and even then you might not know when the fuck that is."

"I just came repeatedly; aren't you satis..." she protests, but I hiss, a low, feral sound that makes her clamp her mouth shut.

"Oh, I'm satisfied, Wren, but that doesn't mean I'm fucking done with you." I graze the tip of my knife down her neck, my eyes darkening as they linger on her heaving tits.

"You're mine to break down, to mold, to completely destroy," I continue, my tone a threatening murmur that cuts through the silence like the blade in my hand. "Every breath, every tremble, every desperate fucking plea—you will give them all to me and I'll take them, devour them, until there's nothing left but the raw, shaking core of you."

I press the knife a little harder, just enough to make her flinch.

"You think you know what it means to be used, to be utterly consumed by your husband? You haven't even begun to understand what the fuck I am, Wren. Tonight, you will. By the time the sun rises, you'll be begging for me to stop fucking your ruined holes, and I'll be the one deciding if you deserve it."

Her mouth drops open, but nothing comes out, so I lean in closer. "Now, be a good slut and take everything I do to you. Because I'm going to tear you the fuck apart, piece by delicious piece, until there's nothing left but your screams echoing in the darkness."

I take a fistful of her dress, the soft fabric ripping easily from the sharp edge of my knife. With a swift, brutal motion, I tear it completely from her body, letting the shredded material fall to the floor. My wild gaze roams over her naked body as I pull off my shirt, tossing it to the side.

Circling her like a predator, I slice through the rope above her with a single cut. She lurches forward, but I catch her, my arm wrapping around her front to stop her falling. When I move behind her, I position my feet on the bottom of each chair to make sure they remain in place. With a firm push on her back, I guide her forward, my hand pressing against her stomach as she tilts until her face meets the floor below, her dress cushioning the impact.

I pause to admire the sight before me: her wrists bound tightly beneath her, the curve of her back, and the way only her ass and pussy are spread, raised, exposed, and utterly vulnerable. Each of her knees still roped down to the chairs.

"Look at you," I mutter with a dark, possessive growl as my gaze lingers on her openings, sliding the edge of my knife over the curve of her asscheek. "So perfectly positioned, so eager to be so fucking full of me, like my very own glory hole."

I let my other hand trail down her spine, savoring the shiver that runs through her. "You're going to feel every fucking second of this, beautiful. Every thrust, every moment of my power and you'll love it, even as you plead for it to stop."

She breathes heavily but stays silent, her eyes still covered. I slip my knife into my pants pocket before taking both her asscheeks into my hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I spread them wider.

I dip down, my breath hot against her skin, and begin devouring her asshole with a ravenous force. My tongue plunges deep inside, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her lips. Her body trembles, and each sound she makes fuels my hunger. I go hard, spitting and licking, my tongue working relentlessly to open her up and make her muscles yield to my will.

Her gasps turn into desperate, breathless moans as I continue, my hands gripping her asscheeks tighter, pulling them apart even further. I can feel her body responding, her muscles easing, surrendering to the relentless assault of my tongue. I pull back for a moment, letting a string of saliva connect us before diving back in, my tongue exploring the tight ring.

When I feel she is relaxing to take me, I free my heavy cock out and stand tall. I grasp her hips, roughly yanking her more toward me, then I slide my shaft up her slit before pressing inside her pussy.

As soon as I slip all the way in her with one brutal stroke, she screams, and the sensation of being so deep inside her and her pain makes me groan with sadistic satisfaction. I aggressively split her cheeks wide again, watching as her pretty wet pussy swallows the entire length of me repeatedly.

"Fuck, your cunt is so perfect." I rasp, the arousal clear in my voice. "You're so fucking perfect for me."

My jaw tenses as I bang into her, my hips slamming against her ass with such power that it starts to sting my skin. I become uncontrollable, shoving three fingers into her ass, fucking them both until I am filling her cunt.

Once finished, I slide my cock and fingers out of her quivering holes and push into her asshole. She lets out another scream, but I'm not gentle with her; I drive into her narrow walls at full force, wrecking her little opening, my hold on her hips brutal. It doesn't stop; I don't stop. I continue to fuck her for hours until she's limp, unable to take anymore, switching from her pussy to asshole.

With one last plunge in her ass, I release another load of cum inside her, a beastly growl tearing from my throat as I tilt my head back, instantly noticing the orange rays of the sun trying to peak through the cracks of the building.

My thrusts slow, my body soaked from my sweat. I breathe heavily, my gaze lingering on Wren's side profile. Her eyes are closed, her hair being blown upward repeatedly by her unsteady breathing, her entire body shaking from the multiple orgasms.

When I take a step back, my now soft cock drops out of her, and I stare down, watching my cum spill out of her pulsing asshole and pussy, both completely overflowing and full just as promised. I linger for a moment longer, treasuring the sight, before wiping my brow with my forearm. Then, I lean down and pick up my knife.

One by one, I release her knees from the rope, noticing the red rawness on her skin from the burn. I lean over, wrapping my arm around her middle from behind, and lift her limp body. She crashes against me, her head flopping back against my chest. After slicing through the rope on her wrists, I rip the blindfold off her eyes.

I scoop her small, naked body up in my arms, and after collecting my shirt to drape over her, we head back to my car.

When we're out of the building, I trail over the tall grassy area, the first light of dawn casting a golden hue over everything. She runs her hand up my bare chest and I glance down at her, her eyes now fully open yet unreadable. Her face is smeared with dirt, sweat and make up, but I take in every beautifully, dishevelled detail of her.

A small smirk tugs at my lips as I look forward, the realization settling in. No matter how many fucking times I show this woman how unhinged I am, she still wants me. She craves the chaos, the intensity, and the unrelenting lust that I can only give her. That's why we're made for each other, but it's not just about the insane sex we have. It's about everything. How we gel so well. How she takes me for fucking everything that I am, no matter how fucked, just as I take her for everything she is.

We're a wrath of darkness and light that no one would ever understand, but that's what makes it so unique. Our fucking love is rare to come by, and sometimes, although I might not say it out loud enough, I do, in all honesty, feel like the luckiest man in this universe to have her by my side.

When we're near my car, I open the passenger side door and gently place her in the seat. She hisses at the pain in her ankle, or ass, I can't tell which of the two as she slips my shirt over her naked body. As she buttons it up, I close the door and head to the driver's side. I slip into the seat, keeping the door open as I light a cigarette.

Taking a deep inhale and settling back in my seat, I gesture with my fingers, "Let me look at your ankle." She looks at me quickly, and I raise an eyebrow, "What? You thought I didn't see how you landed? Clumsy ass."

She rolls her pretty brown eyes with a smile before swiveling her body. She rests back against the door, positioning her foot on my lap. As soon as I touch it, she winces again, but I continue to gently rub it with my fingers, "You're lucky you didn't break it from that height." I draw another drag, letting it hang from my lips as I massage her skin with both hands. "Just twisted," I say, my words muffled.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't going to let you to have me so easily," she retorts, and I smirk. "How's your chest from being shot twice, by the way?" she asks, her tone full of amusement.

I turn my lowered head slightly, my eyes flicking to hers, and I study her, trying to contain my laughter. "I went easy on your ass, baby, and it still got filled with my dick and cum repeatedly, so stop your fucking backchat."

She lifts her brow, a grin playing on her lips as she rests her head back. "Easy, huh? Do I have to start actually putting bullets inside you for you to be proud of me?" she teases.

I pause at her words, looking at her squarely, then motion with my head. "Come the fuck here," I gesture calmly but seriously.

As she starts to move, I flick my cigarette away and close the car door beside me. She climbs onto my lap, curling her small body up against me, and I stroke her hair as I murmur against it.

"Who the fuck said I wasn't proud of you?"

She tilts her head back to meet my gaze, her eyes searching mine, and for a moment, the world outside the car is non-existent.

"I see you, Wren," I say honestly. "Every fucking part of you. And I'm proud of you, more than you'll ever know."

She smiles, a genuine, soft smile that reaches her eyes.

"You're a beautiful force," I continue, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "A wild, untameable little thing that no one else could ever control, not even me and that's why I fucking love you. Because you match my darkness with your own, and together, we're relentless. Also, how much of a great mom you have always been to our kids. It only adds to why I am utterly obsessed with everything about you."

Her gaze eases, tears brimming, and she leans into my touch, her breath mingling with mine. "I love you too, Arlo," she whispers against my lips, her voice trembling with emotion.

As she brings her hand to the back of my neck, I notice her engagement ring twinkle in the sunlight. Our mouths merge in a feral kiss, raw and intense, and in that moment, a thought forms in my mind: it's about time I actually married her for real and made her my wife officially. We need to complete our little family.