Page 44 of Enslaved

“Please,” I whispered, pulling the chain, but it held tight to the wall.

“Gah,” I gasped as the cool marble handle of his knife slid through my silk covered slit. Up and down he stroked me with the handle of the blade. My mind knew this was sick; depraved, but my body wanted relief—wanted this monster to make me come. Up and down he stroked, then he stopped on the pearl hidden between my folds, grinding the hard handle on it. I closed my eyes, shaking my head at his sweet torment. It hurt, it burned…I needed more.

He clasped the other shackle.

“How our positions have reversed,eh little dove?”

His hand drew back, slapping my pussy hard. Then his mouth lapped up the blood on my chest. It was sick. Hot as fuck as I watched his rough tongue tasting my lifeblood.

“Sweet. God, you taste fucking amazing. I want all of you. Do you understand? Everything from you. Your blood, your sex, your devotion, your mind…hell I want to suck your soul and devour it while I fuck every part of you—then do it over again and again until you lose all sense of self and think you are a part of me.”

I knew he was serious.

I wanted it, but knew I couldn’t break. I couldn’t let him take anything but my body. My heart and soul and more importantly—my mind, were things he could never touch. I needed to keep a clear head and find a way to escape. I did it once before, but not good enough. I was foolish to stay so close, within his reach. Part of me wanted him to find me, the sex was that good, but now I fully realize the danger I’m in. A drunk, drug-induced night is a far cry from being chained and naked at the mercy of the devil.

“It’s not too late. Let me go.”

“Never,” he rasped, scraping the edge of my panties with the tip of his knife. The sound of it ripping echoing with my pounding heart and quick breaths, bouncing off the walls around us.

“What’s it going to be, my sweet pet? My cock or my blade?”

I hung my head, knowing both would cut right through me.

My head jerked in surprise as one finger ran up my soaked seam instead. “Maybe both, eh,glykiá mou?”

The rounded knife handle felt cold against my blazing lips as he dragged it through, pausing as he teased my entrance with it. I gasped, he wouldn’t,would he?” He moved between my legs, dragging the handle through my cheeks, letting it knock at my back door.

He stopped. Let it nudge, once, twice. He knew what he was doing to me; my mind wanted it to stop—wanted my mother, but my body burned for more of the dark pleasure he was giving me.

“Some other time, my pet. I want to break you in slowly, savor every part of you, bit by bit.”

“I want to go home. Please, Christos. Let me go home.”

“This is your home now.”

“They’ll be worried. My father will know something’s wrong.”

“No, they won’t. You just sent them pics of Capri in a text message saying how happy you are. Thank you for taking those selfies with the crew and of yourself on that hike you took.”

“I hate you!”

“I know. Hate me all you want; it won’t stop me.”

He pulled back his hand, smirking at the evidence of my arousal on the knife. “Ah, you hate so sweetly, my love.”

“I’ll never be your love.”

“No. Probably not. I’m incapable of that emotion… of any emotion.”

“Clearly,” I responded.

He stood back, gazing over my naked body, chained and soaked for him.

“Such a beauty…and all mine to break. But first, I need to get us to open water, where your beautiful screams will echo up to the sky.”

The first piece broke. Tears leaked down my cheeks. I knew I might never see home again. See Mom and Dad, the cliffs of Malibu; the soil I wanted to escape was the only place I wanted to be right now.

He dipped his head, I tried to jerk away, but was powerless, trapped by his chains. He caught every tear; his powerful body shuddered as they landed on his tongue. “You please me, little one. I’ve tasted your blood, your tears; now I’ll taste…this.”

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