Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

RICHARD

E lizabeth's emerald eyes darted over my shoulder to the exit.

My body tensed, ready to pounce.

Her foot slid to the right, as she slowly turned her body in the door's direction.

"I wouldn't if I were you," I warned.

The sudden bark of my voice echoed off the bare brick walls and visibly startled her.

She leaned forward slightly… then my little bird took flight.

Running in an arc, she bolted for the door.

I was too quick for her.

Lunging, I stretched out my arm and caught her around the waist, pulling her struggling body against my chest. Her delicate frame no match for my strength. I could feel each thin bone and soft curve of her body as I pressed it to mine.

So delicate.

So easily breakable.

Elizabeth screeched and clawed at my forearm. "Let me go! Let me go!"

Wrapping another arm securely across her shoulders, I tightened my grasp on her. The pressure against her ribcage stifled her breath and ceased her struggles.

Taking the soft lobe of her ear between my teeth, I bit down. "Never," I growled.

My blood was up. I wanted this fight with her. Needed it.

Releasing my hold, Elizabeth stumbled forward before swinging to face me.

Pushing her damp curls away from her face, she just stared at me with those wild, beautiful eyes of hers. A single tear coursed down her flushed cheek.

I would never get my fill of this woman… of this.

I wanted to swallow her screams and taste her tears. The wicked beast inside of me craved to devour every innocent glimmer of light within her soul till I had filled it with the same shadows as my own. I knew there was darkness inside of her. It called out to me. There was nothing in my life so enthralling or so challenging as drawing it out. Forcing it to the surface to come play my twisted, depraved games.

Backing up a step, keeping her palms defensively before her, she breathed, "It was a mistake to return."

Reaching for my belt, I slowly slipped the long leather strap through the sterling silver buckle as I took a threatening step toward her. "Yes, it was."

What was the point in denying it?

She had angered and betrayed me.

As I told Andrew, life had consequences.

Especially when you dared to fight me over something I wanted to possess.

And I would possess Elizabeth. In time, I would burn away all her defiance until she finally accepted that her fate lay with me… and only me.

Scrambling backward, her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath. I could see the sharp outline of her nipples through her still-damp t-shirt. Closing my eyes for a moment, I imagined her in the shower. Soft, warm water caressing her skin as foamy, iridescent bubbles clung to each curve. My cock swelled and pressed painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

"Richard, I love you, but we have to end this. It's too toxic. It's become too twisted," she pleaded.

I nodded as I pulled my belt free. Running my hand down the long, thick length of leather before folding it in half in my right fist. "The only way you escape me, Elizabeth, is in death. You were mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Nothing has or ever will change that."

I took another step toward her, my intent clear.

With a cry of alarm, Elizabeth scanned the wall before grabbing at one of my displayed swords—a rather ominous Russian Cossack saber. Pulling it free of its hardened black leather and gold sheath, she exposed the long, flat, razor-sharpened blade.

Holding the hilt with both of her small hands, she extended the heavy blade in front of her, pointing it at my midsection.

"Don't come any closer," she warned. Her voice sounded high and thin with a slight wobble.

She was afraid.

She should be.

Keeping her gaze locked with mine, I took two deliberate steps in her direction. Wrapping my left hand around the blade, I ignored the harsh sting of pain as its sharp edge sliced into my fingers.

Elizabeth gasped, her cherry lips opening in shock as I placed the point of the blade over my heart.

"Richard… don't?—"

She tried to back away, but the wall prevented her. Keeping my grasp on the blade, I lifted it higher till the point leveled over my heart. Refusing to take my gaze off her, I let the tip sink into my flesh.

"Oh, God," she whimpered.

Releasing the blade, I stood there. Watching as small drops of my own crimson blood trickled down the blade's bright silver edge.

"Do it, Elizabeth. Thrust the blade into my heart."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Richard, please… I can't… don't make m?—"

"Do it," I yelled, my harsh intake of breath driving the point in a little deeper. Hissing through my clenched teeth at the pain, I reached past the blade and placed my left hand over her trembling grasp. "Drive it deep into my heart because that's what you will do if you leave me."

This might take my sadistic manipulation to new levels, but I didn't give a damn. I would not go back to my colorless, jaded existence. It was her and her love or nothing for me.

With a cry, she dropped the sword.

Kicking it aside, I pounced.

Pinning her body between my own and the jagged brick wall, I placed my left hand on her jaw, forcing her head back. Her pale skin became smeared with my blood. With the edge of my thumb, I rubbed her lower lip, pressing it against the edge of her teeth. Inhaling deeply, I breathed in the floral shampoo scent of her still damp hair and the musky scent of her fear.

Leaning down, I breathed in her breath before claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss. Sweeping my tongue inside the peppermint sweetness of her mouth, sullied by the metallic tang of my blood. Swallowing her whimpers, I pressed my hips into her own, wanting her to feel the hard threat of my cock.

Pulling back, I commanded, "Get on your knees."

Her green eyes flashed and sparkled with unshed tears. Her lids slowly lowered, the dark fan of her eyelashes appearing stark against her pale, tearstained cheeks. The bloody handprint on her jaw and neck only fueled my lust.

With a shaky breath, keeping her head and gaze lowered, Elizabeth fell to her knees before me.

Reaching for the fastening of my jeans, I unzipped them one-handed as I rested my right fist against my thigh with my leather belt still in my grasp. An ominous threat of the pain she would still endure once she was done sucking my cock.

Pulling the thick shaft of my cock free, I fisted its length, stroking up and down as I watched her cheeks flush with what I knew was anticipation.

My baby girl wanted this. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, she craved the brute force of my cock being thrust down her throat. I was the one who'd taught her the pleasure to be had through pain and supplication. She was my depraved angel, my dark creation.

"Open your mouth."

Her trembling lips obeyed.

Thrusting my fingers into the hair on the top of her head, I pulled her forward to tilt her head all the way back before pushing her head once more against the wall. I imprisoned her at a particularly vulnerable angle. Stepping forward, my bare feet straddled her hips as I towered over her.

As I lifted my shaft, my voice was guttural with need. "Lick my cock. I want to feel your tongue."

The tip of her tongue stretched out from between her open lips. I felt the soft swipe of it along the underside of my shaft from base to tip. The moment her tongue reached the head, I shifted my stance and pressed into her open mouth.

The sharp edge of her teeth scraped along the underside as I thrust in deep, wanting to feel the tight grasp of the back of her throat, needing to hear her choke and gag from the intrusion.

My little bird didn't disappoint.

Her small hands reached up to press against my thighs.

Her shoulders shook as she choked and sputtered… still I pressed in.

The back of her throat squeezed the head of my cock. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my hips forward. Thrusting past the muscle at the top of her throat, my shaft slipped in deeper. Forcing her to deep-throat my cock, I pivoted in and out of her vulnerable mouth. Caught between my legs and the wall, there was no escape for her. Pushing her head so far back, it was equally difficult for her to even try to close her mouth.

Imagining the bulge along the delicate skin of her throat as my cock inched in deeper, I increased my pace. Her muffled moans sending exquisite vibrations up my shaft.

"Open wider, baby girl. You're the one who wanted to play with swords," I quipped darkly with a smirk.

The feel of her incredibly tight throat was made even more pleasurable by the frenetic sweep of her tongue as she tried to move it around my invading cock.

Spittle fell from the corners of her mouth to mix with her tears. Her eyes pleaded with me to have mercy. I showed none.

I wanted her to feel my wrath. Needed to dominate her in the most primitive, debasing way possible. By forcing her to accept my cock deep in her throat… and soon even deeper into all her holes. I would conquer all her senses so the taste and feel of my cock became her only reality.

Grinding my teeth, my head dropped back as I assaulted her perfect, beautiful little mouth. Reining in my desire to thrust it in even deeper… dangerously deep. I needed to control everything about her… even when she breathed.

As much as I craved to see my cum dripping from her tongue, my careful plans would not allow it. I would drive my seed into her belly where hopefully it would soon take root.

Pulling free, Elizabeth choked as she inhaled her first oxygen-starved breath.

Dropping the belt, I grabbed her by the flimsy t-shirt she wore and hauled her to her feet. Leaning in, pressing my still-hard cock against her stomach, I buried my face in her sweet-scented neck and rasped, "What do you have to say now, my little one?"

Her enormous jewel eyes, clouded with an evil twist of desire and fear, stared back at me. Her gaze then lowered to the still-bleeding wound over my heart. Running her fingers through my chest hair, she touched the sticky crimson liquid before placing her palm over the wound… and pressing hard.

I bared my teeth as a hot sting of pain, no more than I deserved, spiked down my spine.

Leaning against the wall, she tilted her head back and to the side, exposing her vulnerable neck. A perfect sign of supplication before moaning in defeat, "Make it hurt."

With a roar, I tore the t-shirt that stood between me and her skin to shreds before roughly palming one breast while I took the other deep into my mouth. Sucking and biting her nipple as I relished the feel of her fingers pulling my hair as I kicked my own jeans free.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I swung us away from the wall. Using my free arm, I swiped the various antique daggers and whips off the nearest heavy mahogany display table and laid her on its cool surface. Tearing at her jeans, I wrenched them over her hips and down her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties. Roughly spreading her thighs, I leaned down and inhaled the musk of her arousal before running the tip of my tongue between her nether lips. Tasting her. Using my thumbs, I spread her open, exposing her clit.

Elizabeth's back arched off the table as I sucked the tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth.

Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked it with a slow and steady rhythm.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Richard, yes!"

She was so close to coming on my lips.

Just as she was clawing at the table, her hips bucking, I pulled away.

Elizabeth whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side from my orgasm denial.

"Only good girls get to come with no pain," I growled as I bent to pick up my discarded belt.

Palming the heavy metal buckle, I wrapped the long leather strap around my hand.

Elizabeth closed her legs and curled into the fetal position as she watched.

"Please, Richard. I'm sorry!"

"Not good enough, my little bird. Get on your back and spread your legs."

She hesitated.

Raising my arm, I slammed the leather strap against the edge of the table near her face. The cracking sound bouncing off the bare brick walls of the cellar. "Now," I commanded.

Elizabeth obeyed. Lying on the table like an altar sacrifice, which was precisely how I planned to treat her.

As I stared down at the soft, fawn-colored curls that barely covered her pussy, I was already imagining those lips red and swollen from my strap. Adjusting the belt so that only about a foot of the leather strap hung loose, I lifted my arm and struck.

Elizabeth shrieked and closed her legs.

I had hit my mark.

"Open your legs. Take your punishment."

"Please! Don't!"

Grabbing one of her knees, I forced her bent, closed legs open and struck her again and again on her delicate flesh.

"Oh, God!" she cried.

"I'm not your god, but I am your master," I answered before pulling on her legs till her ass hung over the edge of the table.

Knowing she would already be dripping with cream, I placed the bulbous head of my cock at her tight entrance and drove in to the hilt without preparing her.

Her body arched as she screamed before falling back onto the hard wooden surface.

Accepting my thick cock into her body was always an adjustment when I took it slowly. I knew she was feeling the pain as I speared into her with no preparation, especially with her already belted and swollen cunt.

Lifting her legs high, I pinned them to my left shoulder with one arm as I drove into her hard, wanting her to feel every brutal inch. The heavy table shifted and groaned as my thighs pounded into the edge, moving it a few inches across the wood floor with every thrust.

With my free hand, I lifted the belt high.

Elizabeth saw the intent in my eyes and quickly covered her breasts with her arms.

"Don't make me tie you down," I warned.

Her body trembling, she lowered her arms, stretching them wide till her small fingers were clasping the edge of the table. Pushing my hips forward, I drove in deep, just as the tongue of my leather belt licked at her exposed nipple.

Elizabeth groaned as her hand reached up to pinch her other nipple.

The corners of my mouth rose with a knowing smile.

Deny it all she wanted, my baby liked the pain I inflicted.

Her beautiful creamy pale skin flushed a deep pink as her body hummed with awareness.

Wrapping both my hands around her slim ankles, I straightened her legs and leaned back slightly, wanting to watch as my cock forced its way into her body to the base repeatedly.

"Yes! Harder!" she cried.

A few slight drops of blood from the cut on my chest trickled down the back of one pale thigh. Leaning close, I ran my tongue over the crimson tears, tasting my own savagery.

Pulling her legs open, I fell between them. Crushing her beneath my weight. Leaning up on one forearm, I placed a hand on her jaw. "Say it!" Her mouth fell open as I ruthlessly thrust harder and faster. "Say it!"

Her fingernails raked down my back as she leaned up to claim my mouth. Thrusting her small tongue between my lips, she toyed with my own.

Pushing my fingers into her hair, I tilted her head and took control of the kiss. Licking and biting her lips, cheek, and jaw. Finally, I could hold back no longer. Driving in deep, I threw my head back and roared as I filled her tight passage with cum.

Elizabeth screamed as her legs tightened around my waist. Drawing me in even closer as she found her own intense release.

Collapsing to her side, I pulled her sweat-sheened body close. My hand tangled in her curls as I pressed her head to my shoulder. Our mingled heavy breathing was the only sound in the chilled cellar as we lay spent on top of the large wooden table.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, I rasped against her skin, "Say it."

"I love you, Richard."

Placing a finger under her chin, I tilted her head up to meet my hard gaze. "You don't want to see what would happen if you ever truly tried to leave me. I would burn the world to cinders to get you back."

Her entire body shook. Assuming it was the cold cellar, I picked her up in my arms and carried her up to my bed… where she belonged.