He had dragged me like a damn dog right into his bathroom, now I had my panties and bra off and my legs chained to the wall as warm water washed off the frothy blood on my skin.
I had tears spilling from my eyes as my pussy throbbed.
For some fucked up reason, I was getting wet and extremely horny.
He came to the tub where my legs were suspended in the air, turned off the shower and sniffed my pussy.
I moaned.
"You smell like sex."
I looked into his stormy grey eyes and the fire in my lower belly pooled.
I must be a little fucked up because why the hell do I want him to touch me!?
"How about you rub your clit for me?" He zipped down and pulled out his huge dick.
I watched with interest as his cock grew hard and bent in his hand.
I began to squirm.
No! I don't really want to do this.
"Can…can we do this later?" I squeaked, forcing myself not to look directly into his dead but alluring eyes.
"Why?"
I hated the fact that he sounded amused.
Fuck him!
"Tired already, scared cat?"
Gritting my teeth, I placed my middle finger on my enlarged clit and began to rub slowly, looking right into his stormy eyes.
Yeah, take that.
The corner of his lips twitched like he was about to snarl.
I felt my slick wetness as I continued to rub, my lips parting in a sensual moan.
I have done this a thousand times but never in front of a man and definitely not in front of the brutal Maxim Stone!
I began to rub faster, my moans growing louder as I turned red from embarrassment and pleasure.
I felt his hot breath on my finger and almost paused.
What was he doing!?
My pussy clenched and I felt my wetness drip.
He chuckled, a dark chuckle that sent shivers down my spine.
"C'mon! Rub the damn clit!" He slapped my inner thigh and my legs jerked, making the chain bite into my skin.
I blinked away the tears.
I have never wanted to be so fucked in my life.
I continued to rub while he watched, my ecstacy growing.
"Your pussy is so pink." He thought aloud and I felt myself crave for his touch.
I tried putting a finger into my entrance but he growled, stopping my action.
"I set the rule here, girl."
"Then fucking touch me!"
I wanted to clap my hand to my mouth to stop myself from spilling further rubbish.
"No."
I should be happy that he wasn't going to touch me but I felt disappointment instead and it grew by the seconds.
When he stood, his eyes holding mine, I felt chills run up my spine.
"You slapped me." He stated, his face devoid of emotion.
"I…"
"How many spanks can you take?"
I blinked at him, my clit throbbing.
He nodded before unlocking the chains.
I clapped my thigh together and watched him undress before standing in front of me like a fucking sex god.
He had his cock twitching and dripping with pre-cum. I suddenly wanted to go wipe the pre-cum off with my tongue and probably suck his ball before driving a knife into his stomach.
My clit throbbed. I was a sorry mess.
He pushed the door open and my jaw dropped.
He was going back to the private room filled with dead bodies.
I should have bile at the back of my throat but the fear i felt made my pussy clench. It made me want to feel the sweet pleasure of the rush of adrenaline.
"Come here Sera." He ordered.
With my eyes on his cock, I stepped out of the bathtub and walked slowly towards the door, my heart in my throat, my breasts jingling to my steps.
I stepped closer to the opened door and almost had to blink.
It was sparkling clean like what happened about an hour ago was just in my head.
I snapped my head back at him.
"Step forward."
I stepped forward, my heart thudding.
I felt like my wetness would come sliding down my legs.
"Touch the couch."
I paused and touched the seat of the couch, my bare buttocks jutting forward as I anticipated his next action.
What was he about to do?
"Head down." He ordered like he knew I was about to look at him.
I obeyed.
I felt him stop behind me.
I clenched my butt cheeks, my breathing getting hard. Was he really going to spank me?
I felt something hard on my butt and I jumped, the pain spreading across my butt.
"Your butt!" He ordered in a dark voice.
I should run but I bent again, offering him my buttocks like I craved the spank.
He hit hard again and I cried out, the pain making my pussy grow impossibly wet.
He yanked my hair, making me lean against his chest.
"Tell me you like my punishment girl."
"More!" I cried, snot running down my nose.
He chuckled and pushed me back.
I wriggled my butt in anticipation.
He hit my butt checks again and my legs shook.
"Don't you dare slap me. Ever again!"
He hit my butt again and again and again till I was screaming begging him not to stop, parting my butt cheeks so he could hit my wet pussy instead.
"Did you hear me!?" He yanked my hair again and this time, I began to grind against his hardened dick.
"Yes!"
I grinded against him.
"Fuck me."
"You are not ready." He breathed into my neck, his hands finding a way to fondle my breast.
"I am your mistress."
"I don't make love, Cat." I licked my ear lobe.
"I destroy cunts." I felt his smirk against my ear when I shivered.
"You want a mistress, I want the money." I didn't know why I was saying this.
"So?" He pinched my nipple.
"Destroy my pussy then, I wouldn't mind."
"Fuck me!" I felt my tone get commanding.
He spun me around and wrapped his hand around my throat, his gray eyes going dark with anger.
"You bitch!" But I didn't flinch.
"You don't fucking order me around!" He pressed my throat and I grabbed his cock, squeezing the life out of it