Sierra

A groan escapes my lips as I try to pry my eyes open with no success, my neck aches as though I had fallen asleep on a rock, and my head throbs like I were hungover. I go to move my hand so I can remove the strands of my hair covering my face but I can't. I very slowly open my eyes and look down to see that I'm suspended over a bed. The black silk sheets look smooth and wrinkled like someone has been here. The last thing I remember is walking towards my car and searching for my keys and then –

The memories of Julian's scent invade me as I remember the way his cock felt on my ass while he tightened his hold on my neck. My eyes widen as I frantically look around the room, the dimmed room is almost gloomy. There are two different dressers along the wall, different types of paddles and whips hanging as if it were some decorations by the door. Straining my neck to see what's behind me, I notice a very amused Julian sitting in the sofa chair in the corner, the dark leather boots hide beneath the fitted jeans. He's shirtless, the lines of his tattoos are still a bit blurry for my liking, but I knew it was him before I even saw his sculpted body sitting there like some kind of Greek statue.

"What the fuck, Julian," I hiss, wiggling my body for a moment only for the rope to bite back against my skin.

"I told you what would happen when I caught you Mu?eca. I told you I would make you admit you're mine. I'll keep you here for as long as I need to until you do." He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees as he watches me squirm a little more. The way the rope burns has my pussy growing more wet by the minute. Each small movement makes me realize that I have a toy in my ass. The plug makes me feel full adding to my arousal enough to make me feral for this man but not enough.

"Fuck you. Why can't you just accept that we are nothing?"

He smiles as he watches me have some sort of melt down with the way I wiggle around, I'm not afraid of him. I know he would never hurt me, but that doesn't mean he won't torture me. He stands and walks over to a dresser, taking out a few things before closing it back up and walking towards me on the bed. I can feel his stare, and hear his movements but he's out of my line of sight. It has me on edge, curious to know what happens next, the anticipation alone has my cunt dripping.

"You look beautiful like this, , bound and ready for me to play with just like a good little Mu?eca."

"Get me down Demon! I should have-"I gasp as the vibration on my clit stops whatever thought I had. My whimpers morph into moans as he moves the device up and down my slit.

"So wet for me," he whispers and I can't help but groan from the sensation. The rope on my wrists feels liberating, a sensation that is confusing among the trauma I've been dealt with.

"Get out of your head."

My body feels like it's on fire, the heat from his eyes and the way that he's controlling the toy against my body as he moves the toy back to my clit. I moan and call out his name, over and over as if I were praying to God, to him for my release, for a hit of ecstasy that I've been deprived of. And then it's gone, the sound of the vibrations disappears while I'm craving more.

"Fuck you." I seethe.

"Do you need to come? How long do you think I can deny you of an orgasm before you finally remove that mask of yours and admit what you feel? I can go at this all day. Maybe I'll have you watch me until I come all over your sweet body like this."

I growl in frustration, knowing full well that there is no way I can handle a day of torture like this. Saying what I feel would make this real, it would threaten my friendship with my best friend, it would threaten everything I've fought so hard against. I refused to give a man power over me, to hurt me. I had given my body so freely because it was my choice, and then it was taken from me again. Now just the thought of being with someone has me breaking out in hives, except for Julian.

"I told you; we are done. Are you really that desperate?" I spit out, annoyed and frustrated. I just want to move my fingers towards my pussy so I can relieve the ache between my legs.

"And I told you that we will never be done," he sings, I can hear him rummaging with something until I feel cold chains move up my spine over the rope that is clearly holding me together. He continues the light strokes along my skin with the chains and I can't help but wonder what he's using.

"This is a flogger, made up of metal links from a gunmetal gray chain," he says, while adding some light strokes on my ass like he's simply easing me into the pain that he's about to inflict on me. He caresses the chains gently across my flesh, and then brings it down on my ass with harder strokes as I let out a mixture of whines and moans with each smack of the flogger.

By the time he stops I have tears running down my face, waiting for his next move when the vibration fills the quiet space. I'm mentally cheering with joy waiting for the vibrator against my clit for that small chance to come, but it never comes.

"Mother fucker," I whisper.

His chuckles blend with the sound of the vibrations as he waits for me to speak once more.

"Are you ready to admit that you're mine? Who do you belong to, ?"

"No. no one," I grit, and he fucking laughs, again.

"Fine, I'll go first." Smack , the flogger meets my ass in a punishing whack while the vibration finally comes against my needy cunt. I whimper as he continues his motions alternating between smacking my ass with the flogger and the vibrator against my clit.

"I belong to you, Mu?eca. You are my reina, my queen. The sun that lights up my world. The blood that pumps through my veins. The fucking soul that keeps me together. You are my obsession, the bane of my existence, the witch that brought me back to life. The love of my fucking life. I love you. I don't know how we got to this point but we did. I never felt a thing until you came into my life and brought out every possible feeling in my body until I was left with this love that's wild and feral."

The knot in my throat threatens to close as he continues to speak, leaving me speechless and vulnerable all while he continues the motions against my body.

"I have bowed before you once, , and I'll continue to do so every day of our lives. I'll follow you to the afterlife and rule by your side in this life and the next," he says, leaving the vibrator on my clit until I'm back at the edge.

"Please," I moan over and over again, until the words can no longer escape from my lips.

"Admit what you feel," he chuckles, changing the settings to a slower teasing pulsation that has me snarling in annoyance.

"Fucking asshole. I hate you."

"You'll never rid yourself of me, sweet little Mu?eca. I know you feel this too, you hate that you love me with the same intensity I feel for you," He says so confidently that I hate to admit how right he is. I knew the moment he looked into his eyes through the reflection of the mirror in the bathroom that he would be my undoing. I just never expected for him to feel the same.

I've stayed silent most of my childhood, silent through every struggle I've had to face alone. Even after this kidnapping I stayed silent, secretly plotting out the deaths of men who reminded me of the men that helped create the monster that I am.

How do I let him in when I'm terrified to admit it to myself?