14. Silas

14

SILAS

S he’s beautiful like this, bound and helpless. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wide, lips parted as she gasps. Clara is mine to do as I please, and I intend to take full advantage.

“The respected psychologist,” I murmur, “surrendering control so beautifully. Are these the desires you hide behind those professional papers?”

She shakes her head furiously, unable to articulate with the gag restraining her. I lean in and delicately undo it from the back and pull it away with a slick line of drool connecting it to her lips

Her eyes sparkle with defiance. “Please... stop.” Behind her feeble protests, her eyes sing a symphony of darker desires—ones I’ll take great pleasure in unleashing. She doesn’t want me to stop; she likes to say it.

My laugh echoes through the room, cold and cruel. “Liar. Your body betrays you. I can smell your arousal.” I grab her by her forearms and lift her onto her feet, yanking her flush against me and lifting the hem of her dress so my semi-hard cock slides against her wet panties. “Feel how wet you are for me.” She lets out a muffled moan, her hips bucking involuntarily.

I love that she’s afraid—it makes this moment much sweeter.

My voice is cold, hard as steel. “You and I both know you’ve been waiting for this.”

I grab her by the hair, relishing the feel of the silky strands between my fingers. With a rough tug, I guide toward a counter, positioning her perfectly so I can watch her face in the opposite mirror. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted in a silent plea, and it only fuels my desire.

“Look at you,” I snarl, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re a mess. So desperate for it. You can’t hide it from me.” I hike her dress up to her waist and grab her panties, tearing them down in desperation.

My hands grip her hips as I press my solid cock against her. She’s soaked, and the intoxicating warmth of her body almost shatters my resolve. I want to bury myself inside her and claim her as my own. I unzip my pants, allowing them to drop to my knees alongside my boxers, craving the intimate feel of her skin as I thrust into her.

“Please...” she whispers, her voice shaking. “Don’t do this.”

“Beautiful,” I breathe, tracing the curve of her ass with the back of my hand. “You’re mine now, Clara. All that feigned innocence, that sweetness—it’s all an act. Just like me, you crave the darkness. Embrace it.”

She tries to wriggle free, but I tighten my grip, savoring the feel of her soft skin under my hands. “Stop fighting me. We both know you want this.”

“No—” Her breath catches as I thrust into her, filling her with a rough, brutal stroke.

I growl, feeling her tight heat envelop me. “Say it, Clara. Admit that you’ve wanted this.”

She shakes her head, her eyes wild but blazing with desire in their emerald depths.

“Admit that you’re mine,” I snarl, my teeth grazing her neck as I claim her body with mine.

She whimpers, her body arching as I hit a sweet spot. “Never?—”

“Lie to yourself all you want,” I pant, my control slipping. “But we both know the truth. You’re just as twisted as I am.”

She’s trembling before me, her eyes glued to the reflection of my masked face in the mirror. Her lips are parted, breath coming in sharp gasps as I thrust into her, claiming her body. I can see the desire shining in her eyes, the way she bites her lip as she watches me fuck her. It’s a heady reminder of my power.

“You like this, don’t you?” I growl. “Watching me take what’s mine. Admit it.” I tug roughly on her hair, forcing her head back to expose her creamy throat that I want to mark with bruises as I choke her until she almost passes out. I’d never truly harm my girl, but to brand her with my marks on her skin—fuck, that would be amazing.

Clara whimpers, rocking back to meet my thrusts. “Yes...” The word slips from her.

“Louder,” I demand, my grip tightening. “I want to hear you say it loud and clear.”

“Yes!” she cries out, her voice breaking as I slam into her. “It feels so good... please...”

Laughter bubbles up from my chest, a dark, cruel sound. “Please, what? Spit it out, Clara. Tell me what you want.”

Her cheeks flush, but her eyes never leave the mirror, watching my masked reflection. “I want you... I want this...”

I lean down, my mouth close to her ear. “You want me to fuck you like the dirty girl you are? Is that it?”

She nods frantically, her movements making her beautiful breasts bounce. “Yes... please, fuck me harder...”

I grin, feeling her walls clench around me. “That’s my good girl. I’m going to paint these hips with marks of my possession.”

My hands grasp her hips, pinning her still as I begin to move with almost violent force. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, a feral rhythm that spurs me on. I watch her face in the mirror, seeing the pleasure and pain dancing exquisitely in her expression.

“You’re so tight,” I murmur. “You were made for this. Made for me.”

Her moan is like a prayer. “Oh, God... Silas...”

I chuckle, my breath warm against her ear as I lean over her back. “That’s right, baby. I’m your only deity now. Worship me.”

Her body is my temple, and I’m her dark priest administering forbidden sacraments. With each thrust, I brand her with my very essence, claiming her as mine. Her pleasure an offering, her sacrifice to me. Her cries are like hymns, her body a vessel for my divine ecstasy.

I grasp her hips roughly, leaving bruises that will remind her of my possession. “Who do you belong to?” I growl.

“You... Silas...only you...” Her words are music to my ears.

I thrust harder, wanting to hear her scream my name. “Who’s your master?”

“You... you’re my master!” she pants out through each thrust.

I chuckle, my hands sliding up her body to grasp her throat, squeezing gently, exerting dominance over her very breath. “That’s right. I own you, body and soul. You exist for my pleasure, to do with as I will.”

Her eyes widen, but the fear only fuels her passion. “Yes...anything...please...” she chokes out, struggling to speak.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice cold and ruthless. “Tell me what you want.”

She whimpers, her body shaking with need. “I want you...to use me...take me... I’m yours...” Every word spoken is a struggle as I fuck her hard and choke her.

I release her throat, my hands roaming over her body. “That’s a good girl. Admitting what you truly are. A dirty, little masochist who loves being mine to command.”

She arches her back, offering herself to me. “Yes... I’m yours...”

Tightening my grip on her hips, I lean close. “I’m going to brand you, mark you as mine. People will see my mark everywhere you go and know you belong to me. Will you wear my brand proudly, my little pet?”

“Yes... brand me... I want everyone to know I’m yours...” Her words are a plea for my ownership.

I grin, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Say it again. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Silas,” she cries out, her body tightening around me. “Only yours...”

I thrust harder, savoring the feel of her yielding to me. “That’s it. Sing for me. So fucking pretty when you moan and beg.”

She tries to escape my gaze by dropping her head, but I won't allow it. I fist her hair, yanking her head back until she's forced to meet my eyes in the reflection. "Keep your eyes on us," I demand, drinking in her conflicted expression. "Watch as I desecrate your body, as I mark you as my own, piece by precious piece."

My eyes burn into hers, reflecting in the mirror. Her green eyes, usually sharp and piercing, are dark and hazy with desire. She’s breathtaking like this, utterly consumed by me.

“Look at us,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “Look at me as you fall apart.”

She nods frantically, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. Our eyes lock in the reflection, and I see the moment the pleasure hits her. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her walls clench around me, her release drenching us both.

“That’s it, baby,” I snarl, feeling her tighten around me. “Your climax is my fucking masterpiece.”

Her scream is torn from her throat, a primal, visceral sound as her pussy grips me like a vise, milking me with each spasm. I can feel her juices trickling down my balls, her inner walls quivering uncontrollably. Her entire body trembles, every muscle tense, as she rides out the crashing waves of her climax.

I slow my thrusts, giving her a chance to recover, but she wants none of it.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, gasping for breath, her fingers digging into my arms. “Please... I need more.”

I grin, feeling my power over her. “You sure about that?”

“Yes!” she cries, her eyes wild. “I want it harder. Fuck me harder, Silas.”

I chuckle darkly, my fingers digging into her hips as I begin to move with renewed vigor. “Careful what you wish for, pet. Remember that you asked for it.”

With a rough tug on her hair, I pull her further back, positioning her so she’s bent upwards and her back is against my chest, exactly how I want her. Her breasts heave with each breath. I bite down gently on her shoulder, and she arches her back, moaning my name.

“No one has ever fucked you like I do, have they? And no one ever will,” I murmur, my lips trailing down the back of her neck as I thrust deeper. “Feel how deep inside you I am.”

She keens, her head falling back on my shoulder, baring her slender neck to me. I resist the urge to mark her here, knowing that she isn’t ready for that violence yet. But soon, so soon, my mark will be permanent.

“I want to hear your filthy mouth,” I murmur, pounding into her. “Describe to me the pleasure I’m giving you.”

“You’re...oh God... You’re making me feel so good,” she pants. “You’re not just fucking my body. You’re owning my mind, claiming my soul. I’m drowning in a sea of sensation and never want to find the shore.”

“That’s right, baby,” I growl, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I lose myself. “This moment is ours forever. Etched into your memory. Only I can bring you to the edge and keep you there, teetering between bliss and oblivion. This sweet torture, this ecstasy—it’s all me, inside you, marking you as mine.”

Her walls flutter around me, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “I... I’m close...again...”

I grin, feeling my orgasm building. “Come for me again, Clara. Let me feel you fall apart around me.”

Our eyes remain locked in the mirror as I thrust into her with primal hunger. Her breathing fractures into desperate little gasps, her eyes locked with mine in a silent surrender. I can see the moment it hits her, her eyes rolling back as she cries out, her pussy squeezing me like a vise, her release drenching me once more.

“Come again for me, baby,” I snarl, my voice hoarse as I pound into her, feeling my release building. “Feels so good, doesn’t it? This pleasure, this ownership—it’s our dark symphony, conducted by my thick cock breeding you.”

With a few more brutal thrusts, I unleash myself, growling her name as I come deep inside her, marking her as mine. I can feel her walls contracting around me, milking me for every drop, our pleasure entwined.

I release her bonds, watching the red marks bloom across her delicate wrists. Beautiful. My fingers trace the indentations, memorizing how my restraints have branded her skin. She trembles beneath my touch, spent and vulnerable.

Without warning, I scoop her into my arms. Her naked body molds against mine, still slick with sweat and evidence of our coupling. I carry her to the sofa, settling us both down with her sprawled across my lap.

My hand finds her throat, not squeezing, just resting there—a reminder of my control. Her pulse flutters beneath my palm like a captured bird. I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of sex and the remnants of fear cling to her skin.

“You exceeded my expectations,” I murmur, my other hand trailing possessively down her spine. Her body responds instinctively, arching into my touch despite her obvious exhaustion.

She tries to shift away, but I tighten my grip. “Stay still.” My command brooks no argument. “I’m not finished admiring my handiwork.”

My fingers ghost over the bruises beginning to bloom on her hips, proud marks of my dominion. She shivers, and I pull her closer, trapping her against my chest. The steady thrum of her heartbeat matches mine—a symphony of her surrender to my dominance.

“Sleep,” I order, though I know I’ll stay awake, watching her. Memorizing every detail of this moment when she finally surrendered to her true nature—to me.