“You know better than to address me in such a manner. Don’t make me take you over my knee and teach you again. I’m sure you’re still sore from my belt and the whip, aren’t you,” he purred, his tone laced with warning. My tummy flipped inside me, panic and desire intermingling in an enticing mixture that left me wanting.
“Yes, Master, I’m sorry,” I replied, lowering my voice demurely as to not anger him. I didn’t want him to punish me, yet my body still smoldered at the threat.
“Good girl,” he mused quietly, and my heart jumped at the notion that I had pleased him. My eyes followed him as he gripped the leather straps in his fingers, pulling them gently through the buckles and freeing me, limb by limb.
When he finished, he had given me my liberty. I was free from my prison.
“Now that I have freed you, my warrior, what are you going to do to do in order to repay me?” he asked, his tone heated with seduction and power. It was intoxicating, and my core tightened with a force I’d never experienced before.
Suddenly, the cotton garments I’d been wearing itched something horribly. They felt too tight, too constraining and I wanted them off immediately. I gripped the stretchy waistband and shucked them down my waist, kicking them off as quickly as I could. I pulled the long-sleeve shirt up and over my head and then I was naked before him. I breathed out slowly with relief. So much better.
It felt right. He smiled with pleasure. I had satisfied him once more.
I laid back on the bed slowly as I spread my legs for him. My body hummed with need and only he could give me what I craved.
“Master, please,” I begged.
“What do you want, Kassandra?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I need to come. I need your cock inside me,” I pleaded.
Desire ran rampant inside me and I didn’t even care anymore that it might be real or maybe it wasn’t. He snarled and pressed down on me, his weight on mine and the heat of his cock pressed up against my wet, clenching pussy.
“Does your cunt need its master?” he asked quietly, and I screamed with my arousal.
“Yes. Please,” I replied, sounding forlorn and crazed with lust.
He unbuckled his slacks and I looked on in a haze of passionate, uncontrollable desire. The head of his cock pressed at my slick, needy entrance. I sighed with my excitement.
His heat pressed into me and my pussy gave way. I was unprepared for his girth and my body struggled to accommodate him, but I didn’t care. I took every inch he gave me and more. The wet sounds of our fucking were loud and intense, and I wondered if the doctors watching me could see. In some little demented part of me, I hoped they could. I hoped it made them jealous that I had a master who would take such good care of me.
His hips slapped mine, feral and animalistic, and I knew by the strength of his thrusts that I would feel sore and used for days.
“What is wrong with her? How’d she free herself?” a strange male voice said close to my ear. I ignored it.
I wound my arms around Markos as he fucked me, scratching my nails down his back as he snarled back at me. The sound of it made my body quiver beneath him.
“You were made to take my cock, little warrior. You were always meant to be mine and nothing will ever take you away from me,” he said, and my arousal surged.
I moaned. I screamed. I begged for more and still, he gave it to me. Nothing could stop us from coming together now. My pussy clenched his cock, demanding every last inch and he filled me full to the brim. His hard length demanded my submission and I gave it to him. His power over me was consuming, intoxicating, and utterly addicting.
Maybe it was fate after all? Maybe he was meant to have me?
Pleasure rose within me, demanding release and I didn’t fight it. I gave into it all and just when I was about to come, Markos faded away. I screamed with frustration, left tense and ravenous with desire.
No. Please. This couldn’t be happening.
Cruel fingers gripped at my arms, my legs and I cried out at the pain from them. The sounds of screams and shouts of concern was deafening, and I just wanted it all to stop.
A needle pushed into my arm, sharp and prickly and I started to feel woozy. Not long after that, a blanket of darkness swept across my sight and the sensation of falling drifted over me. I knew no more after that.
* * *
When I woke, I had a moment of clarity that I hadn’t had since before my time at Markos’ villa. I looked around, taking in incandescent light bulbs over my head. Stark white padded walls. A single round table in one corner of the room. I was still in the asylum. I blinked and saw that I wasn’t alone either. There was a ring of doctors around me and all of them were discussing the rather poor state of my mind. They talked about my uncontrollable lust like I wasn’t even there, and I could do nothing to stop them. I whimpered quietly, but they ignored me. Even when I shouted at them, they didn’t even turn in my direction.
I tried to move my hands, but they didn’t budge. They had bound me with the leather straps once more, tying me even tighter now.
I closed my eyes and silently prayed for Markos to come free me from my prison and rescue me from this asylum. I wasn’t crazy, and he was the only one who knew that.