Your Threats are as Empty as you

The corners of his lips turned upwards into an evil grin while he watched me struggle to catch my breath, “Elias Larsson!!” I yelled struggling to free my hands but it was a total failure since the ropes were tied down so tightly.

“For someone who is feared all over the campus, you are quite an easy prey.” He laughed maniacally, sending shivers down my spine.

My heart raced thinking of what he might do to me since I was now at his mercy, I shrinked when he came closer, I tilted my head to the side when he stroked my chin with his long fingernails.

He gritted his teeth and widened his eyes so that it almost bulged out of his skull.

“You don't know how long I've been planning to get you, Crane Xander, you did the worst things to my sister and for a long time it seemed like you had gotten away with it.”

I took in a deep breath, “But that was a long time ago, since high school years and clearly she has moved on proving to be better off without me. I didn't mean to do all that to you sister but I was pushed.”

“Lies, all lies,”

“What do you want to do with me? I'm sitting nake…”

I was instantly cut short by a glorious sight, never had I seen anything like it before. Elias had stripped, he had taken the black dress off completely, what's more surprising? He had no underwear on. His shoulders wide and hard, the tattoos on his arm and chest were more visible when he flexed his muscles.

His brown nipples were like a little tender lollipop plastered on his fierce looking chest– they shrunk under the touch of the soft breeze that lingered in the room. Strangely, I felt hot heat waves travel from my waist down as I took in his upper body features until my eyes rested on his massive cock– slightly bent to the side. The type that could grip your insides and drag them into raw pleasure.

“Your dick is hard, do you like what you are seeing?” He asked, shaking his waist and flapping his dick from side to side.

I blinked repeatedly, pulling my head back to the current situation at hand.

“What? Ewwww!” my nose shrinked in disgust.

“Well, your eyes betray you,” he commented, running his finger from my chest all the way down to where my cock stood.

“Take your hands off me, bastard!” I yelled. “And let me out of here.”

My raised voice lowered to tiny whispers when he defied my orders and placed his tongue on my nipple, I could see a long line of sloppy saliva return with his tongue into his mouth.

“Please, just let me go. I can't deal with what you are doing to me right now, it's humiliating.” I literally begged the enemy for my life.

He bit his lower lip and stood up erect, his height towering over me, “Wait till you actually feel what humiliation feels like,”

He lurched towards the wardrobe at the far end of the room, he searched through his items slowly like someone who didn't have any care in the world.

“Elias Larsson, you are biting off more than you can chew, if you don't let me out of this place right away, I'll destroy you, I'll destroy everything your family has ever worked for and most importantly, I'll make your sister suffer for this madness tonight.” I threatened, my voice had gained strength and authority finally returned to it.

He paused, chuckled and turned around, his face holding a sly grin. “Empty threats, yours threats are as empty as you because you are the most foolish person I ever dedicated my time to deal with.” He said in between gritted teeth.

I pressed my lips tightly together.

“That's because you are a fan and probably have had a crush on me since my relationship days with your sister. I saw the way you always stared at me with that little saliva falling from the corner of your lips, always.”

He stomped towards me and before I knew he was close, he sent his palm flying across my face with a thundering slap, half blinding me in the process.

I winced in pain.

“You are not my type.” He thundered and turned around in a very sleek and coordinated movement.

“Animal, untie me and I'll beat you up. You are afraid of me just as Grace was.” I mocked.

He stormed back to the wardrobe and after what seemed like an eternity of searching, he produced a long knife.

I held my breath as he came back to the chair, he gripped the knife tightly on one hand, his veins rippled and reddened from the back of his palm. He grabbed my dick with the other hand and began moving his grip on it in an up and down motion.

There, he had me weak as his hand glided smoothly, I shut my eyes tightly and clenched my jaw as I tried to prevent myself screaming out in tingling excitement.

I moaned, my breath had changed from a silent one to ragged, rapid breaths. My heart thumped very hard, I was certain that he could hear it beat because the distance between us wasn't far enough to have our lips touch and our exchange breaths travel down each other's throats.

“Get away from me,” I managed to struggle with the little strength I could gather up.

A one sided smile lurked at the corner of his face as he stared deep into my eyes, enjoying the show he was making out of me.

But it was too late, I was close to bursting cum on his wicked face and wiping off that stupid grin on it when he loosened his grip and pulled his hand away from my dick. He was that cruel–he didn't give me a chance to nut

My head fell downwards, my chin slumped helplessly on my chest. “You won, I surrender.” I declared a little above a whisper.

“I like the sound of that, haha, you are such a good boy.”

With the knife he still had gripped on his other hand, he cut off the ropes that bound me to that chair– my worst nightmare. I tried to stand but my knees wobbled underneath.

“Go on, you are free to go. Get out of my house– except it's not my house though.”

He slapped my already ruined clothes on my chest and I painstakingly helped myself into what was left of it– my pair of trousers were still intact, my shirt had already had its button ripped off.

Indeed, Blum match girls were not serious, neither were they real.

As I staggered out of the door and towards my car, his voice played after me like a witch running after my soul.

“I'm not done with you, this is just the beginning.” That voice echoed repeatedly in my head as I drove home at mad speed.