Page 23 of Once A Villain

She’s so tight. Her pussy grips the handle, her muscles clenching. I twist the handle, the movement eliciting another round of muffled screams. Her hips buck against the knife, trying to push it away, but the harder she fights, the deeper it goes.

Her body is my playground, and her fear is my drug. I could watch her like this for hours—her body writhing in agony, her muffled screams filling the air.

I want her to feel my wrath so I grab her chin and force her to look at me, her blue eyes full of tears. I pump harder, filling her tight cunt, and the feeling is indescribable.

Her juices coat the handle, and her muscles are tightening.

She’s close.

I continue the assault, the blade dangerously close to her tender flesh.

I could slide the blade in and carve her up, paint the walls with her blood. I could slit her throat and watch the life drain from her eyes.

But I won’t.

She’s too beautiful.

Too perfect.

I’ll break her in a different way.

A more delicious way.

Her body shakes, and her hips are bucking frantically—both to get the handle out and get the release she’s trying desperately to fight. But it’s useless, I control her pleasure, her fear, and her pain.

She will come.

With a few more thrusts, I find her sweet spot, and she arches her back, her muffled screams filling the room as she comes undone. Her orgasm rips through her, her body shaking, and her screams mingling with her cries.

The sound is exquisite—a symphony of pain and pleasure.

The need to feel her tight cunt around me is almost unbearable. But I won’t fuck her, not yet. I will make her hate herself for what she’s just done. Let her live with the shame of enjoying herself with the monster in her nightmares.

She’ll hate me as her husband and the masked man. I will be the only man in her life, and there will be no more pathetic clients or useless Sovereign.

When I pull out the knife, cum covers the handle.She’s a good girl and a very wet one. I slip the knife under my mask and lick it.

Fuck, she tastes like pure sin.

Her cheeks are swollen from crying, and the tape remains firmly in place. Rising, I place the knife in her hand, gently closing her fingers around the handle. She’ll be able to free herself. Then I stroll out the door, leaving her alone, naked and bound.

The fear will sink in, and she’ll feel the shame for letting herself enjoy it.

The game is just getting started.

Isit in the vanity chair, staring at the same text I’ve been reading for the past forty-eight hours.

Unknown: The monsters that lurk in the shadows are the ones who will make you scream the loudest.

The money arrived in my account before I left the hotel, followed by the text. After I cut the tape, I threw up, sobbing on the bathroom floor. I’ve been bound and fucked countless times.

But this was different. This was fear. True terror. And it made me come.Hard.

I was supposed to be the one in control, to have the power. But instead, he took it from me, took my control, and paid me for it. And now here I sit, reading his cryptic message repeatedly.

Who is this person? How did he find me?

Clients are easy. They want the same things. They want a pretty girl to fuck. Simple. Easy. Predictable. They pay, and I play. It’s a transaction.

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