7

"Let go of me Frederick!" I shrieked, tugging as hard as I could on the handcuffs while my breasts dangled carelessly in front of me. 

He had cuffed me to a metal bar hanging from his wall, both of my hands above my head, while he stared at me like a predator, ready to devour.

"I said get me out of here!" I screamed even louder, fighting back the excitement that rose from the way he was looking at me.

He didn't flinch, didn't move. He stood there with a menacing look on his face, unable to take his eyes off my body. The way he stared at me made me wet. I don't know how he managed to arouse me despite being a maniac and an asshole. 

I guess all the nights I spent masturbating to the thoughts of his muscular arms and god-like facial features made it impossible to resist him. He was the only man I had ever desired so fucking much. 

"I warned you, but you decided to test me." He clicked his tongue, taking bold steps towards me. The closer he got, the deeper into my stomach my heart fell. 

"Stay away from me! I'll never give you what you want! I won't become your whore!" I yelled furiously, still struggling with the cuffs above my head. 

"We'll see about that." He scoffed, undoing his cufflinks and sexily rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. The jacket was already on the bed after he took it off earlier.

"Don't come any closer or I'll scream." I threatened, not knowing what else to do as I watched him stalk me. 

Why on earth did he look so gaddam sexy with his sleeves rolled up and his hair messy? Why can't I hate this monster? Why did I want this beast so fucking bad!?

"Scream princess, it makes this all worthwhile." He hummed, his throaty growl making me shudder. 

His cold, large hands possessively wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his body, and I could only whimper, paralyzed by the tension between us.

He trailed his fingers down my abdomen, stopping right on my entrance to look into my eyes. 

His dreamy eyes bore into mine, but different than before. I saw an obsession so deep that it made my blood run cold. 

I was jolted from my thoughts when his finger suddenly rammed into my pussy. A quiet moan tore from my lips, and bit down on my lip so hard that I tasted the metallic taste of my blood in my mouth. 

"You're so fucking pretty when you moan." He whispered, adding another finger and that made all the nerves in my body tensed. 

Slowly, he moved in and out of me, every thrust making my heart skip. His hand around my waist tightened, and he didn't break eye contact as he fastened his pace, zooming in and out like he had a target to reach. 

I threw my head back, trying not to moan, even though my whole body twitched from pleasure. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but he pushed them apart with brute force, and I bit my lip even harder. 

He worked hard and fast, curling his fingers inside me and scratching the top of walls, the part that linked with my clitoris, giving me the sensation of a lifetime. 

I couldn't hold back the moan that suddenly tore from my throat, my pussy walls tightening around his fingers. I could feel the heat rising within me, and the little spasms that tore through me. 

I looked at him, he smiled in victory, his eyebrows furrowed as he finally drove me to an orgasm. 

I shuddered as he pulled his fingers out and licked it all up in front of me, like the demon that he was. I thought that was the end, but I was so wrong, because he pressed his body on mine, letting me feel his boner. 

I couldn't help but look down at his pants, savoring the feeling of his erect cock on my skin, wanting it so bad inside me that nothing else mattered at the moment. 

For a moment, I was in awe of what I had become. This man kidnapped my mother and I, and is forcing me to become his sex slave, and instead of being repulsed by him and his very existence, I find myself wanting his touch. 

"Do you want it?" He leaned in, his fingers digging into my sides as he brought his face closer to my ear. He breathed down on my neck, his warm breath making my back arch in want. 

"Admit it Elena, you want me just as much as I want you. You're drawn to my darkness, you can't resist me." He mocked, whispering into my ears. 

"I.. I'm not." I stuttered, even though I had just told a blatant lie. 

He chuckled, grabbing my left boob in his palm and giving it a tight squeeze. "The torture will continue until you realize and admit that you've always belonged in the dark side, with me." He whispered again, and swung me around so fast that the cuffs dragged on my wrist. 

I shrieked from the pain, but my voice was stolen when I felt his veiny dick stabbing my butt from behind. 

"Oh.." I shamelessly moaned, squeezing my palms. 

He found my entrance, and didn't waste any time before ploughing into me. A loud scream escaped my throat, and I immediately forgot that I had promised myself that I wouldn't moan for him ever again. 

His gentle grunts as he rode me to near insanity made my core leak with wetness, allowing his penis to slide in and out without any stress. 

"Frederico!" I yelled out, the sound of his groin slapping my ass filled the air, and the scent of my wetness filled my nose. 

"You're so fucking wet sweetheart." He let out another heavy grunt and I threw my head back, craving for my neck to be grabbed and choked. 

"I won't stop until.." 

He paused, slapping his dick into my pussy with angry precision, it filled my kitty up so good that I didn't want him to take it out. 

"Until those pussy lips plead for mercy!" He completed and I shrieked from pleasure. 

"Yes Frederico, yes!" I cried out, and he finally grabbed my neck, pulling my head back. 

I couldn't take it anymore, I knew I would never be able to resist this sexy devil! 

I craved for his cock like I craved oxygen, and I needed it like I needed life. 

As he rammed into me from the back, I realized that his darkness was all I really needed to feel alive. 

I was going to submit to him, to his darkness, I was going to let him claim me. 

"Frederico!"