Damnit, if he was going to do this, I wasn’t going to go down quietly.
“Is this how you like it, you sick fuck? You could buy whoever you wanted, but instead, you’d rather force yourself on a woman? What kind of man are you?” I spat back at him and his eyes narrowed at the challenge in my voice.
“Oh, I don’t intend to force you, Kassandra. Before I’m through, you’ll be begging me to spear you with my cock. When I’m done, the sound of you screaming my name is going to echo off these walls and the only people that will know will be me and you,” he replied, as self-assured as ever.
I gritted my teeth as his other hand continued its exploration of my body. His fingers drifted across my neck, searing my skin with the heat of his touch. My blood pumped faster, almost as if it was responding to him and him alone. My heart pounded heavily in my chest and then, it was as if a switch triggered within my body.
All at once, a massive ball of heat rose from deep within my core, a strange mixture of desire and shameful arousal. He ran his fingers across my clavicle, his touch a fiery blaze of promise and I gasped softly. He continued downward, taking my right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it, slowly at first and then more roughly.
Then he let it go and I released the breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding deep in the base of my lungs.
He gripped the edge of my dress then, right where the sweetheart neckline began, and my heart pounded even harder. He stared me right in the eyes as he slowly started to tear the fabric in two, stripping the gown from my body and baring my right breast. I tried to push against his chest and stop him, but it was almost like I was trying to push against a cement wall.
“Put your hands over your head,” he demanded. “Now.” His grip around my throat tightened once more, reminding me that he held all the power over my body.
“No,” I growled.
He captured my right nipple with his fingers once more, only this time, he pinched it hard, painfully so. The room was dead silent and once a few more seconds passed by, he twisted it roughly. I cried out, pain lancing across my chest. The message was clear: Disobey me and I will hurt you. I bit my lower lip, fighting away the tears that threatened to fall.
Something within me broke and I obeyed. I couldn’t escape or get away. He had me right where he wanted me, despite everything I had done. I had fought, and I had lost, and he knew it.
His ensuing smile said it all.
He was going to do what he wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
I cried out in despair and then, he leaned down and kissed me.
His kiss was bold, powerful, and utterly demanding. He wanted everything, and he expected me to give it to him. His tongue pushed into my mouth, entangling with mine and commanding me to obey, to grant him everything he desired. To give him me.
I shivered, forcing the moan sitting at the edge of my throat back down.
With one hand on my throat and the other playing with my breasts, he caressed my skin almost tenderly. Despite everything in my mind telling me to fight, I kissed him back. Maybe I was drunk. Maybe the wine was stronger than I had thought, because my body was humming beneath him.
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t want this. He was taking my body just because he wanted to, and I had no choice in the matter. I should be fighting harder. I tried pushing against his shoulders once more and his grip tightened in warning around my throat. I pulled in a shallow breath, which was all his palm allowed.
He pulled his head back, dark eyes staring into mine. Everything in them was laced with the threat of violence and the promise of greater pleasure if I just gave in.
I couldn’t do that though. It wasn’t in my nature. I was a fighter. I was strong. I’d figure out some way to get out of this.
The hand that was caressing my breast dipped lower, dragging down my belly. The sound of tearing fabric continued and that saddened me. Such an expensive dress, destroyed. He pushed the satin aside, and I felt the chilly air caress the naked skin of my torso. His fingers dipped lower, edging just beneath the fabric of my panties.
“If you don’t start being a good girl for me, Kassandra, I’m going to have to punish you. I’m going to have to teach you who your real master is,” he growled, the sound a heady mixture of arousal and expectation.
His fingers drifted lower still, brushing against the top of my mound.
No. He couldn’t, I wouldn’t let him.
I struggled hard against him, using every ounce of strength and adrenaline that I could muster. I punched against his shoulder and tried to knee him between the legs again. When pushing and hitting against him didn’t work, I tried to injure his face. It only takes five pounds of pressure to break a man’s nose. I took a swing, but he caught my hand before I could make contact with him.
He sighed and shook his head. Quickly, he leaned back, releasing my throat in the process. He grabbed the right strap of my dress and tore it hard. The fabric came free and he captured my wrists. I fought against him, but I was no match for his strength. Before I knew it, he’d pushed my arms to the floor over my head and bound them with the remains of my gown. It was tight, and I couldn’t get it off.
“You’re going to regret that little stunt in a few minutes, but I have plans for you first,” he snarled.
“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. My pussy twitched at his words and I wondered if whatever he was going to do to me was going to hurt.
“I’m going to punish you,” he said simply, providing no more details as to what he might mean. I whimpered in response.
His hand returned to my panties then, edging under the hemline with ease. His fingers dragged against smooth skin and he grinned at his discovery.