The dim light of the basement cast long shadows across Lila's bound form, her wrists still secured behind her in the cold metal cuffs. Her dress hung in tatters around her waist, her full breasts exposed and heaving with each ragged breath. The air was thick with the scent of her—floral perfume mixed with the sharp tang of sweat and arousal. I stood there, heart thundering, my body alive in ways I'd never imagined. Twenty-eight years of numbness, of believing I was broken, asexual, incapable of this fire. But her... she had ignited it. Her curves, her defiance, her darkness—it called to something primal in me, a beast I'd never known existed.
I stepped closer, my fingers still tingling from the feel of her soft skin. She glared up at me, eyes flashing with a mix of rage and confusion, but her nipples were hard peaks, betraying her body's response. "You think this changes anything?" she spat, tugging futilely at the cuffs. "You're just like the rest—weak, pathetic."
Her words only fueled the inferno inside me. I knelt before her, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the remnants of her dress higher. The heat radiating from her core was intoxicating. For the first time, I felt truly alive, every nerve ending screaming with need. She was the one—the monster who'd awakened the monster in me. I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "Before I make you mine from inside of you," I whispered, my voice rough with desire, "I am Elias."
Her breath hitched, eyes widening slightly. "Elias? What—"
I didn't let her finish. My mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss, claiming her lips with a hunger that bordered on violence. She resisted at first, biting at my tongue, but I gripped her jaw, forcing her to open for me. Our tongues tangled in a battle for dominance, and I won, devouring her moans as they escaped. My free hand roamed her body, squeezing her breasts hard enough to make her gasp into my mouth. The fullness of them filled my palm, soft yet firm, and I pinched her nipples between my fingers, twisting just enough to elicit a sharp cry.
"Stop fighting," I growled against her lips, breaking the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck. I bit down on the sensitive skin there, marking her with my teeth, sucking until a bruise bloomed under my touch. BDSM elements flickered in my mind—I'd read about them in passing, in those late-night scrolls through forbidden forums, but never felt the pull. Now, with her cuffed and helpless, the power surged through me like electricity. I wanted to bind her further, to dominate every inch of her.
I stood abruptly, yanking her to her feet despite the cuffs binding her hands. She stumbled against me, her bare breasts pressing into my chest, sending jolts of heat straight to my groin. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants, aching for release. I spun her around, shoving her forward over the workbench. The tools of her trade—knives, saws—clattered as her hips hit the edge, her ass presented to me like an offering. With her hands cuffed behind her, she couldn't brace herself properly, her cheek pressed against the cold metal surface.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she snarled, but her voice trembled, laced with something deeper than anger—anticipation, perhaps.
I didn't answer with words. Instead, I grabbed a length of rope from the nearby shelf—something she'd probably used on her victims—and looped it around her ankles, spreading her legs wide and tying them to the legs of the bench. Now she was truly immobilized, bent over, exposed. The sight of her like this—curvy hips flaring, her lace panties soaked through—drove me wild. My desire for her was all-consuming, a storm that had been building my entire life, finally unleashed. She was sin personified, and I wanted to drown in her.
I ripped her panties away in one swift motion, the fabric tearing with a satisfying rip. She was glistening, wet and ready despite her protests. "Elias, don't—" she started, but I silenced her with a sharp slap to her ass, the crack echoing in the room. Her skin reddened under my palm, and she yelped, arching her back involuntarily.
"That's for thinking you could control me," I said, my voice low and commanding. I spanked her again, harder, watching her flesh jiggle with the impact. Each strike sent a thrill through me, the dominance feeding my arousal. She moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body betraying her once more.
I freed my cock from my pants, stroking it as I positioned myself behind her. It throbbed in my hand, veined and heavy with need. "You're mine now, Lila," I murmured, rubbing the tip against her slick entrance. She shuddered, pushing back slightly despite herself.
Then, with one deep thrust, I buried myself inside her. She cried out, her walls clenching around me like a vice, hot and tight. The sensation was overwhelming—velvet heat enveloping me, pulling me deeper. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, squeezing the soft flesh as I pulled out slowly, only to slam back in with brutal force.
"Oh God," she moaned, her voice breaking. I set a relentless pace, each thrust deep and punishing, my balls slapping against her with every drive. The intensity of my desire consumed me; I couldn't get enough of her—the way she felt, the way she sounded, the way her body yielded to mine even as she fought.
I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, and captured her mouth in another fierce kiss from the side. Our tongues dueled as I pounded into her, one hand sliding around to squeeze her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers. The other hand wrapped lightly around her throat—not choking, but applying just enough pressure to remind her who was in control. BDSM whispers in my mind urged me on; this was power, this was surrender.
"Fuck, Elias... it's too much," she gasped between moans, her body trembling. I felt her first orgasm build, her inner muscles fluttering around me. She came hard, screaming my name, her juices coating my cock as she convulsed.
But I didn't stop. I couldn't. My thrusts grew deeper, more frantic, hitting that spot inside her that made her buck wildly. "Cum for me again," I demanded, slapping her ass once more, the sting pushing her over the edge. She shattered a second time, her moans turning to whimpers, her body slick with sweat.
"Please... stop," she begged, her voice hoarse, tears streaking her cheeks. "I can't... take more."
Her pleas only intensified my desire. She was mine to break, mine to rebuild. I ignored her, flipping her over onto her back—careful with the cuffs and ropes—so I could see her face, watch her unravel. Her breasts bounced with each thrust as I re-entered her, squeezing them roughly, pinching until she arched off the bench.
"More," I growled, kissing her deeply, swallowing her cries. My hips pistoned, deep and unyielding, the friction building to a fever pitch. She came a third time, her nails digging into her own palms behind her back, her begs dissolving into incoherent moans.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, I felt my own release approaching. With a final, deep thrust, I spilled inside her, groaning her name as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I collapsed onto her, both of us panting, bodies entwined in a sweaty, exhausted heap.
We lay there for what seemed like hours, though it was probably only minutes. The basement air cooled our skin, but the heat between us lingered. I untied her ankles gently, my touch softer now, almost reverent. She didn't fight, just watched me with hooded eyes, her body limp from the onslaught.
After resting for some time, I got up, pulling my pants back on. My muscles ached, but in the best way—a reminder of the fire she'd sparked. Lila lay there, still cuffed, her chest rising and falling steadily. She looked... vulnerable, a far cry from the predator who'd lured me here.
"You must be hungry," I said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind in my mind. "Let me cook something for now. Your kitchen must be upstairs, right?"
She nodded weakly, not meeting my eyes, a flush still coloring her cheeks.
I started walking toward the stairs, each step echoing in the quiet space. But halfway there, I stopped. A smile tugged at my lips as I turned back to her. She lifted her head, watching me warily.
"Let's do this again," I said, my tone laced with promise, "after the meal."
I smiled wider, a dark thrill coursing through me, and headed upstairs, leaving her to anticipate what came next.