Page 9 of Dangerous Vengeance

I shrug one shoulder. His “lessons” aren’t the problem; it’s my fear of dying. He can fuck me all day long and I’ll never talk. He knows nothing about me. If he holds a gun to my head, I’m squealing like a pig, but this? This only encourages me to rebel against him because his cock inside my pussy is electric. I want to feel the girth stretch me while his eyes drink me in.

“Do your worst.” The comment rolls off the tip of my tongue as my vagina begins to ache. There is no way in hell this is going to feel good, not as torn as I am, but I’d rather do this than to give up what I know and take a bullet. The longer they need me alive, the better. It means more time for someone to report me missing and the authorities to come looking.

“So you want me to teach you? You want to learn from me?” Matty turns away from me, surprising me. I thought he’d just force me onto the bed, pin me down and fuck me again. But he walks to the chair where the rope and stick are and picks up the rope. Tie me up? Is that what he’ll do? I’ve never been tied up.

“What are you doing with that?” My chest tightens as he turns back toward me. He is going to tie me up. Why do I find that arousing and exhilarating? And why does it make me want him even more? Is this what Stockholm syndrome is? Shit, I might come just standing here with the way he’s looking at me.

“I’m going to show you why it’s important to comply with my wishes.”

As he stalks toward me, I back up. I’m not sure I’m going to like this. Sex is just two people on a bed naked, not this weird shit. He’s into some bondage or something and I’m just not. I back into the bathroom and try to shut it, whimpering as he advances, but he puts a booted foot in the doorway preventing it from latching. He’s nearly double my size in strength and weight, and it takes nothing for him to push the door open and grab my wrist.

“Please, Matty, don’t,” I whine. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll do anything you want. Just not this.” I don’t even know what “this” is, but I can tell from the bulge in his pants it’s something sexual. So maybe I do want it, but how would I know if he doesn’t just tell me what he’s doing?

“The pupil doesn’t get to decide what lesson they learn. The teacher does.” With one hand he pulls me back into the bedroom, with the other he dips a few fingers into my valley, raking across my sore spot before bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them. “And you, my dear student, are very ready for this lesson.”

I hate it that my body wants this. I hate it that he arouses me like this. I hate it that I could bend over and let him have his way with me because everything inside of me screams at me that he’s the enemy. That I should run away and call the police.

He swiftly wraps the rope around my wrists, binding me and smirking the whole time. I yelp as it pinches my skin and tightens down so I can’t even move my arms. Then he lifts it and swings it over the bathroom door, lashing it around the doorknob before shutting it. There is no way for me to get loose. My body dangles there, ass facing him, toes barely touching the Berber carpet. My shoulders scream under my own weight but I’m exposed vulnerable and helpless. A perfect victim for his dominant hands.

“Stop, please…” My wrists strain against the rope and my shoulders bend at an awkward angle. It’s terrifying and arousing all at the same time. I want to know what he’ll do next, but I’m scared to find out.

“Be patient, and I’ll show you everything you need to know to please me.” His hands smooth down my sides, cupping my hips. He breathes on the back of my shoulder and bites down hard. I swear he draws blood. I must look like large game, hung and ready to be skinned. His fingernails claw across my body, then rest on my ass spreading my cheeks.

“What?” I gasp as his tongue plunges between my legs. I whimper and moan, feeling his stubble scrape at my inner thighs. He eats me so good, drinking in my moisture. His tongue soothes the ache of my torn skin and I know my body will come so soon if he doesn’t stop, but he does. He pulls away and leaves me dangling there whining.

“Please… Matty… Just let me down.” I want to follow that with “and make me come,” but I don’t say it.

“No.” He grips my ass hard and lifts my hips up a little higher. It hurts and my toes dangle in the air.

I can't believe what is happening. I'm naked and bound in his house. He's going to rape me or kill me—I'm not sure which. All I can do is wait and hope I can convince him to let me go. I try to protest him. “You can’t just keep me here. People are going to look for me.”

“I can do whatever I want.” He tugs my hair, pulling my neck to the side. I yelp, squeezing my eyes closed and waiting for him to bite me. He doesn’t. Instead, his lips are on my flesh, kissing and sucking. He’s marking me as his, and I feel my body respond. I’m scared, but I want him to touch me more.

I hear his belt buckle, then rustling. He's undressing, and it makes my pussy ache. The way he tied me up as if he'd done this a million times, it terrifies me, and excites me all at once. But that stick. What is he going to do with that? I try to watch him, but as my body turns, he grabs me and forces my face back against the door.

"Hold still," he barks.

I hate this. I hate that he's doing this to me. He's dangerous and crazy. I don't know what he's going to do, but I'm not going to pretend that I'm enjoying it. I'm not going to be his plaything, his toy. Or maybe I am. Why do I want this so much?

"Please." I plead with him, trying to keep my voice steady. "Please, just let me go."

He reaches around my head and runs his fingers through my hair. I feel a tear slip down my cheek. It burns as it drips onto my neck. He brings his hand to my mouth and presses my lips against his palm. "Suck my finger," he commands me.

"No." I shake my head and try to look away.

"Suck my finger." He pulls my head back by my hair. I whimper and open my mouth. My lips close around his finger and I suck, tasting the salty sweat on his skin. When I lick him, I feel his cock twitch against my hip. With my hands tied above my head, hanging from this damn door, there is precious little I can do but submit to him.

I suck him hard, raking my teeth across his knuckle and feel the sudden sting of something on my ass. I screech and he shoves his finger into my mouth deeper, almost into my throat, and growls, "Suck it."

I whimper and suck harder, this time hearing the whirr of the stick as it whips through the air before striking me again. "Fuck." I whine around his finger. It's just a stick, but God I've never felt anything like that before. I'm burning. I know he's going to fuck me now. I know he's going to shove that huge cock into me and tear me apart. I'm terrified and I want it.

The stick whirrs through the air and strikes me again and I wail again, this time at full volume as he extracts his finger from my mouth. "Shit!"

"You like that, Natalie? Like being my little bitch? Are you learning your lesson now? Or do you want me to make you my toy, really give it to you?" Matty's hot breath on the side of my neck sends shivers down my spine. I'm in pain, my ass stinging and burning, but my pussy aches so damn much.

I say nothing, and his hand clamps down on my hair, pulling my head back. "Say it, Natalie. Tell me you have learned your lesson."

I eye him in my periphery and feel his hand squeeze my tit so hard it hurts, then his hand slides down my stomach to my pussy. He forces his fingers into me then brings them up to my lips and lets me taste myself. I resist, trying to turn my head, but he shoves two fingers into my mouth and orders me, "Suck them."

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