His eyes darkened, a storm of secrets and fury, but he didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, he ripped her panties off, the fabric shredding under his impatience, and shoved her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach, vulnerable and exposed, and before she could scramble up, he was on her, straddling her hips. Cold steel clicked around her wrists—handcuffs, binding her to the headboard, the metal biting into her skin just enough to sting. “You don’t get to demand anything,” he snarled, his voice raw with control. “I’ll give you my cock, but the rest? You’ll earn it.”
She felt the sharp slap of the flogger across her ass, the sting blooming into heat that made her moan into the sheets. He didn’t hold back, each strike a claiming, a punishment, until her skin burned and her pussy throbbed with desperate need. “Please,” she whimpered, the word spilling out unbidden, and she felt his smirk against her ear as he leaned down.
“That’s better.” His voice was a velvet threat as he flipped her onto her back, her wrists still bound, and spread her thighs wide. The sight of him unbuckling his belt, freeing his thick, throbbing cock, sent a fresh wave of lust through her. It was huge, veined and glistening with precum, and she licked her lips instinctively, craving the taste of him. But he had other plans, grabbing the vibrator from the table and switching it on, the low hum a promise of torment.
He teased her first, dragging the buzzing tip along her inner thighs, over the swollen lips of her cunt, but never touching her clit. She writhed, hips bucking, the cuffs rattling as she strained against them. “Fuck, Julian, stop teasing,” she growled, and his laugh was dark, wicked.
“Beg properly, angel.” He pressed the vibrator just above her clit, the vibration pulsing through her core, and she shattered, her plea raw and broken. “Please, fuck my pussy, make me cum, I can’t—”
Her words cut off in a scream as he finally slid the toy over her clit, the sensation a lightning strike that had her convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her with brutal force. But he didn’t let up, replacing the vibrator with his mouth, his tongue lapping at her oversensitive flesh, sucking her clit as she sobbed from the intensity. The taste of her coated his lips as he pulled back, his face gleaming with her juices, and the sight pushed her into a second, shattering climax before she could catch her breath.
Only then did he position himself between her legs, his cock nudging her entrance, the blunt head stretching her as he pushed in, inch by torturous inch. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his control fraying as her pussy clenched around him, still pulsing from her orgasms. He thrust hard, bottoming out, and the mix of pain and pleasure made her gasp, her bound hands clawing at the air as he set a punishing rhythm. The bed creaked under their weight, the slick sound of his dick slamming into her cunt filling the room, raw and primal.
He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. Each brutal thrust claimed her, owned her, and yet she felt the undercurrent of something more—something dangerous. As he fucked her senseless, his hand slid to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there, a silent threat. “Your father crossed lines he shouldn’t have,” he rasped, his hips snapping harder, driving her closer to another edge. “And now you’re paying the price. But fuck, I’ll keep you anyway.”
The words sliced through her haze of lust, fear and arousal twisting into a volatile knot. She didn’t know if he meant to keep her as a prisoner, a pawn, or something more feral, but the uncertainty only sharpened her need. “Then make me yours,” she challenged, her voice trembling but defiant, and his growl was feral as he released her throat to grip her hips, angling her so he could hit deeper, harder.
He reached for the table again, this time grabbing a butt plug, slicking it with lube before teasing her asshole with the cool tip. “Relax, angel,” he murmured, and the stretch as he pushed it in, paired with the relentless pounding of his cock in her pussy, sent her spiraling into sensory overload. She screamed, her body shuddering with a climax so intense it bordered on pain, her cunt milking his dick as he followed her over the edge, his hot cum flooding her, spunk spilling out as he kept thrusting through his release.
They collapsed, breathless, his weight a heavy comfort over her still-bound form. But as the afterglow faded, the questions remained, sharper now in the silence. He’d given her his body, his dominance, but not the truth. As he unshackled her wrists, rubbing the red marks with an unexpected gentleness, she caught the flicker of conflict in his eyes—a crack in his armor.
She could have pressed him then, demanded more, but her body ached, and her mind was a tangle of desire and doubt. Instead, she dressed in silence, the weight of his gaze following her every move. At the door, she turned, her voice steady despite the storm inside. “This isn’t over, Julian. I’ll come for the rest of you—secrets and all.”
His smirk was back, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m counting on it, Angelica. But next time, be ready to lose everything.”
The door closed behind her with a finality that echoed in her chest, the promise of their next collision hanging like a storm on the horizon. She knew the danger, the risk of losing herself to him entirely, but the pull was undeniable. Whatever secrets Julian guarded, whatever sins tied him to her past, she’d unearth them—even if it meant burning in the fire of their shared obsession.