Page 27 of Forbidden Harvest

The power I hold over her is exhilarating, and I know this moment will be forever seared in her memory. I can feel her gaze on me as I move closer, purposeful and confident.

Her breath quickens, her eyes reflecting a mix of trepidation and desire. My body mirrors her arousal, my cock twitching.

I graze my finger along the rope, binding her. “I’ll give you more freedom to move, but remember, you’re still mine to play with.”

As I remove the restraints, she trembles. Grabbing her by the wrist, I pull her off the bed and lift her onto a nearby workbench. Freedom for now, but she will still be under my control.

Stepping back, I admire her skin glowing in the dim light. Her breasts rise and fall with rapid breaths, nipples hardening from the cool air. I see the pulse thrumming in her neck—a testament to her fear and excitement.

Pressing the cold barrel to her inner thigh, I watch her shiver. “Can you feel the power I hold over you?”

The gun is loaded, its weight a reminder of the danger. I slide the barrel between her thighs, watching her eyelids flutter as she tries to hold back a moan.

Slowly, I drag the barrel along her slit, collecting her wetness. A soft whimper escapes her lips. “Please...” she begs.

Without hesitation, I slide the gun inside her, thrusting gently at first. Watching her tight muscles cling around the barrel is almost too much to bear.

“Take it,” I urge. “Feel my control, my dominance.”

Her cunt gets wetter, coating the barrel. The sound of the gun sliding in and out is crude. I savor her face—innocent and perfect—as I push her toward the edge.

“You’re a natural-born whore, taking a gun like that,” I growl, knowing she’s a virgin, but I’ve seen her fuck herself with her dildo daily while reading her filthy novels. This is no thicker. “You’re so wet, baby. My gun is dripping with your cum.” I’ve watched her more than I’d care to admit. And I’ve jerked off, too, seeing her act like such a filthy little slut when she acts so innocent to everyone all the time.

Her hips buck, meeting the cold steel. “I... I...” she stammers, unable to form words.

A chuckle escapes me, my finger joining the gun, circling her clit. “Such a filthy little slut for me, aren’t you?” I tease.

Thrusting the gun harder, I watch her bite her lip to suppress a moan.

“And yet, such a good little virgin,” I growl.

Aria’s breath catches, her eyes widening. “How...?” she whispers.

“I know everything,” I purr. “I’ve been watching, waiting, planning for our moment.”

With each thrust of the gun, I push her closer. “And I intend to bring your darkest desires to life, one by one.”

Her body arches toward me, begging for more. I feel her surrender, and it fuels my need. “Tell me what you want,” I whisper, my fingers teasing her to the brink. “Tell me what you crave.”

She is mine, body and soul.

“I... I need more,” she pleads, her inhibitions crumbling under the relentless touch of my fingers and the gun sliding in and out. “Make me come.”

Withdrawing my hand, I smirk, enjoying seeing her lust-hazed eyes and flushed skin. “As you wish, my sweet captive.This is just the beginning. I plan to drive you wild, explore your desires, and brand you as mine.”

Aria shudders, her eyes fluttering closed as my fingers resume their dance. Her gasps and moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurs me on.

I’m going to enjoy every moment of this fucked-up journey. And in this moment, I truly believe she will, too.

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JARED

Aria is out like a light. I gave her enough sedative to doze off, and it’s impossible not to admire her beauty while she sleeps. There’s an innocence about her, yet she submits to me with a raw hunger. Knowing I’ve tapped into her deepest desires is a powerful feeling.

I take a moment to admire her flawless skin and inviting curves. And for now, I’m maskless. The idea of her waking and seeing my face drives me fucking wild.

With slow, deliberate movements, I explore her body. I begin with her shoulders, gently grazing my fingertips down her arms. Then down to her collarbone and pausing at the swell of her breasts.

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