Chapter 6

CESARE

My inner therapist asks if fucking a woman obsessed with Leroi will compensate me for not being able to free Roman from death row, but I tell that bastard to go to hell. This sexy, smart-mouthed brat is hot and horny for me. Not for him.

I grab her by the throat and grin. "You can start by taking off those clothes and get on your knees."

Her eyes glimmer with mischief. "What happened to introducing me to all your toys?"

"Keep sassing me like that and you'll find out the hard way."

She grabs my dick and grins. "Looks like you're already there, but let's see if you can keep up."

Nostrils flaring, I grab her wrist and back her against the wall. She's stubborn and trying to be brave, but her pulse racing against my fingers tells me this is just a front. I'm going to enjoy breaking her spirit.

"Rule number one," I growl. "You will call me sir or master. Bad girls who fail rule number one get edged all night and sent home with unsatisfied pussies."

Her breath catches. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Don't test me, love."

"What's the second rule?" she asks

"You will submit to my demands." I bring my face down to hers. Our lips are so close we breathe the same air. "No matter how dark or depraved, you will obey me without question."

"And if I don't?" she asks with a smirk.

"Then you'll find out how inventive I am with my punishments."

"We'll see," she replies. "Anything else?"

A muscle in my jaw ticks. She's too bold and full of defiance. If words won't get through to her, then maybe a demonstration of my abilities will earn me some respect. Releasing her wrist and neck, I step back and give her space.

"Take off your dress, then get on your knees and crawl to the breeding bench."

Her head swivels around the room, and her gaze stops at the leather bench with stirrups. I wait for her eyes to widen, her face to pale, or for her throat to tighten, but she shimmies out of her dress like she crawls through dungeons every day.

What the fuck? I'm not complaining, but I thought she'd be more resistant after all that sass. My gaze drops to a juicy pair of tits that defy gravity, a trim waist, and long, toned legs I can't wait to see encased in leather.

After kicking the dress to the side, she gets down on her hands and knees, then crawls across the floor. Her tits sway with the movement and I lick my lips, already imagining them adorned with clamps.

As she passes, I catch glimpses of the moisture gathered in her pussy, it drips down her inner thighs. The sight of her so aroused makes my cock surge, and I stifle a groan. It's so rare to find a woman who genuinely loves this kind of sex. Something about her says she won't need a safe word.

Following her to the bench, I grab a handful of her hair and jerk her head backward to force eye contact.

She gazes up at me through wide hazel eyes, her lips parting with a gasp. My insides flare with victory. That's more like it.

"Climb onto the leather surface and lie on your back."

She obeys without comment or hesitation, making me raise my brows. No balking, no breathing, no barbs? Does it matter if she's doing everything I want? Maybe all she needs is a firm hand to make her submit.

"Good girl." I nod my approval. "Now spread your legs and show me that wet pussy."

Her eyes glint, but she parts her thighs. I walk around the other end of the bench to attach her ankles to the cuffs and get a front row view of her glistening folds.

Ignoring the rush of sensation to my cock, I lift her leg and fasten the leather strap around one ankle and then the other. As I slide her wrists into another set of restraints, her breath quickens, and she closes her eyes.

When I'm done, I step back to admire my work. Her dark hair fans out over the leather, framing long lashes resting on high cheekbones. A flush spreads across her creamy skin and her pouty lips redden. Her perfect breasts move with each of her ragged breaths, making her look beautifully vulnerable.

"How does it feel to be completely at my mercy?" I ask.

She stares up at me, her pupils dilating, her breaths quickening. My heart pounds with anticipation as I pinch her nipples so hard she whimpers.

"You like pain?" I ask.

She nods.

I slap her breast, making her moan. "Where's that smart mouth now?" I murmur. "You just crave a man who can put you in your place."

She nods again, her pretty lips parting but making no sound.

"Why are you suddenly mute?" I ask. "Are you afraid of what I might do to you now that you're helpless?"

She shakes her head. "No."

I grin. "You should be."

She trembles, her eyes once again fluttering shut. I walk around to where her legs are spread, but the sight of her juices soaking the leather beneath her pussy makes me lightheaded.

"Fuck," I growl. "You're soaked."

"Please," she whispers.

"Please what, love?" I ask. "Use your words."

"Please.... I can't wait much longer. Just fuck me, sir."

I sway on my feet, my hands gripping the leg restraints for balance. This is too easy. A few minutes ago, she was a bold bitch and now she's begging.

Seriously, what the hell made the difference? The undressing, the crawling, or the bondage? Her easy submission is almost disappointing. I was looking forward to using the toys, teasing that sweet pussy and denying her pleasure until her spirit broke, but she's already desperate and dripping and begging.

"Master," she says, her voice hoarse. "I need your cock."

Fuck.

Confusion dissolves, replaced by a lust so intense my skin breaks out in a sweat. I've been hard for this woman for at least an hour—scratch that, for weeks. Ever since she sashayed into the Phoenix, looking like the most alluring femme fatale, I've wanted her to be mine.

I slide my hand down her belly, feeling her muscles quiver beneath my touch. The heat of her skin seeps into my fingers, and I part her folds to reach her swollen clit.

"Is this what you want, love?" I ask. "For me to fill your cunt with my cock?"

She bucks her hips. "Please, sir. Let me come."

My cock pushes painfully against my zipper, wanting to give her exactly what she craves. Any lingering feelings of disappointment vanish as my ears fill with her pants and moans.

I ease open my fly, and my erection springs free. She raises her head, her eyes widening with a gasp.

"So big," she moans. "Give it to me, Master. Now."

Arousal surges. There's only so much a man can resist. After tearing open a condom and sheathing my cock, I thrust so deep inside her she howls.

Her inner muscles clamp around my shaft with an unusually tight grip, and her tits jiggle with each thrust.

The glassy look in her eyes vanishes, replaced with something knowing. "Let's see how long you last... Master."

The way she says it implies that she's left out the silent ‘bater.'

"Bitch," I say through clenched teeth. "Was all that submission an act?"

She licks her lips. "I got tired of waiting. Now, hurry up and give me some Montesano cock."

My nostrils flare. Did she just call me Leroi's replacement? Infuriating doesn't begin to describe this bitch. I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze.

"Are you even a fucking sub?"

"You tell me." She bucks her hips, meeting me stroke for stroke. "Now, show me what you've got. I'll be taking notes."

Darkness clouds the edges of my vision, and I clench my teeth. She's testing my manhood, pushing my limits, judging my performance. In a minute, she'll compare me with Leroi just to get under my skin.

I should pull out, remove her restraints, and end this scene. I should toss her out through the gates and leave her to walk home naked. Her mind games are too adversarial, too antagonistic, and too aggravating, but her tight pussy is too addictive.

She moans, clearing my mind of all thoughts. I fuck her harder, faster, deeper, but her eyes still glint with challenge.

"Is that all you've got?" she asks.

Madness consumes my psyche, crowding out what's left of my sanity. I tighten my grip around her neck and pound into her with so much force that the bench groans. The throat beneath my fingers convulses, trying to take in air, and her mouth opens and closes with choking breaths.

Her eyes widen with alarm. "Ces?—"

Whatever she's about to say next is cut off by another violent thrust that makes her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Where's that smart mouth now?" I growl.

The muscles of her pussy tighten in response, as though trying to asphyxiate my cock in revenge. She milks me hard enough to draw the cum from my balls, and I drive into her faster, harder, my gaze boring into her bulging eyes.

She writhes beneath me, struggling to breathe, each desperate gasp filling every fiber of my being with power. The last vestiges of my common sense warn me she's about to reach her limit. If I continue choking her, she'll lose consciousness.

Her lips move but make no sound, as though trying to beg for mercy or restraint, and the defiance in her eyes morphs into alarm.

"That's right," I say through gritted teeth. "Now, come around this Montesano cock."

Her pussy spasms on command, sending me hurtling over the edge. I pound into her through my own spurts of pleasure and rip my hand away from her throat.

She gasps through her climax, and I collapse against her prone form, panting hard, our frantic breaths mingling to form a cacophony of satisfaction. My darkness ebbs back into the shadows, leaving behind an overwhelming sense of bliss.

Nothing could prepare me for the intensity of hate sex. That all-consuming sensation of possessing and dominating this woman is a high that hits better than any drug. If I had Rosalind, maybe I would never have gotten addicted.

The feel of her sweet cunt still twitching around my cock is hot beyond measure.

"I fucking knew it," I say through panting breaths, my chest roaring with triumph. "Knew I'd have you begging and screaming at my command. You just needed the right man to push your buttons, baby, and I'm about to make you cry for more."

"Nice try," she murmurs. "But I'd rate that effort a six out of ten."