“I won’t let him hurt me. I won’t let him hurt you ever again. I’ll find a way to get to him. I’ll make him pay.” I had several ideas about how to best punish him for the pain he’d caused my Valentina. Most of them involved dismembering him slowly. Mutilating him, feeling the warmth of his blood on my hands, hearing his screams… It might be enough to satisfy a fraction of the fury that raged inside me.
“I know you’ll keep me safe,” she said softly.
I realized my fingers were fisted in her hair, but she didn’t flinch away from me in fear. She leaned into me, soothing me as I allowed some of my savagery to bleed out into aggression against her. She’d always helped me like this: accepting my brutality to siphon off some of the darkness that lived inside me, providing me with a measure of relief. She was my light, shining so bright she made me burn inside.
I could be sadistic, but that didn’t mean I loved her any less. If anything, my love for her was so obsessive that it drove me to the brink of madness. With Valentina, I couldn’t hold back. I had to unleash every part of myself on her, even the crueler parts.
She accepted all of me. Loved all of me.
“You are so perfect,” I told her, easing my harsh grip on her hair so I could pet her again. She practically purred, loving both my aggression and my tenderness. “So perfect,” I repeated, more roughly.
My arousal was rising again, my desire for her unquenchable. I’d taken her too quickly before, joining my body with hers as though I was an eager, inexperienced teenager again.
This time, I intended to savor her, to learn her. I wanted to know every little pleasure source she possessed, so I could use them to shatter her. I would drown her in ecstasy. After tonight, she’d have no doubt that I was the master of her body and soul.
I gripped her hips and rolled, settling my body atop hers. My fingers encircled her slender neck, and her lovely eyes flew wide. I didn’t apply pressure, but I held my palm snugly against her throat, so she understood she was my prey, helpless to resist me.
I leaned in, my cheek skimming across hers as I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to tie you down now, conejita.”
She shivered beneath me. “Why?” she asked on a little puff of air. “You don’t have to. I want you.”
“Because I want to,” I told her. “I do have to. I need to see you trapped and writhing in my ropes.” My cock hardened farther as I spoke, my desire rising in anticipation of treating her the way I’d always secretly craved. Even when I’d been a boy, I’d harbored twisted fantasies about binding my innocent Valentina beneath me.
“I don’t understand,” she said breathily, but another tremor ran through her body. The unmistakable, musky scent of her arousal teased through the air. I wedged my thigh between hers, and she rotated her hips against me. Her slick heat wet my skin. She wanted this dark side of me. She needed to be bound for me as desperately as I needed to bind her.
I nipped at her ear. “I think you do understand,” I countered, my voice dropping deeper as I fell into an intoxicating headspace. Her pulse thrummed against my thumb where my hand rested on her throat, and her breaths quickened, making her chest rise and fall rapidly beneath mine.
“I think you want to be completely at my mercy,” I murmured, my lips brushing her neck. She pressed her sex more tightly against my thigh, rubbing herself on me. “Don’t you?” I prompted.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned.
My cock jerked, pressing into her belly. Valentina had been made for me. I wasn’t sure if she’d been born this way, or if cruel circumstance had shaped her into my perfect plaything, my ideal partner. I didn’t like that she’d suffered in the past, but I planned to teach her a new kind of suffering. One where she wept and begged me to relent when I gave her more pleasure than her body could bear.
I had set her free, but I still owned her. I’d teach her what it truly meant to be mine.
Over the years that separated us, I’d developed my sadistic tendencies. They were impossible to deny, so I’d embraced them. I’d used my innate cruelty as a way to keep an emotional barrier between me and my sexual conquests. Now, I’d finally unleash that cruelty on my sweet Valentina. My depraved instincts wouldn’t create a barrier between us; I’d tear down every wall that had ever separated us. She’d given herself to me, but she didn’t truly understand the depths of my obsession, the burning imperative to possess her completely.