**Author's Note: If you haven't read part 1, please go do that for some context! Hope you enjoy :)**
He carried her down the stone steps as if she weighed nothing more than a bag of groceries. Eve could barely see in the dimly lit stairwell, but each descending step into darkness only augmented her trepidation. Her mouth opened and she was about to apologize, about to barter her way out of this situation when he spoke. "Not another word, my darling Eve."
She hated the way her traitorous body reacted to her name on his lips. Her cheeks heated and her pussy throbbed. It was pathetic. She was pathetic. The ensuing silence wrapped around them, suffocating like a fire blanket. Eve was determined to maintain her dignity; she would be stoic through this ordeal.
Her resolve melted away as she beheld the dungeon he'd deposited her in. It was like a scene out of her deepest, darkest fantasies. There was a raised wooden bench in the middle of the torch-lit room, complete with leather straps to hold someone there. In the far left corner stood an X-shaped wooden apparatus that also had leather straps -- intended to make the victim splay out, arms and legs angled away from their most intimate parts. And to her right hung a set of handcuffs from the ceiling.
As Eve's eyes roamed around the space, Andrew gently pulled off her dress, which had somehow miraculously stayed on her body despite it being ripped in half. She turned toward his touch, fear making her body tense, and gasped as his face was much closer than she'd anticipated it being. Their eyes met, and she felt herself falling again, as if her body was crumpling in on itself. Her insecurities at being naked before him melted away.
"Eve, go stand beneath the handcuffs." His voice was low and sultry. A spark traveled through her, landing in her feet, and they shuffled toward the cuffs without her permission.
"You may still be wondering why I chose you. If it weren't obvious that I find your body and your scent absolutely delectable, then perhaps I should start by stating that. You make me hungry like in the days I was first turned..."
She stood under the chains, and her head snapped around to take in the sight of him. He was naked from the waist up, his gorgeous chest on full display. As he prowled toward her, the muscles in his shoulders and arms rippled with power.
"But I also know that in that secret part of your brain that you keep locked away, you want this. You've always wanted this. To be captured and treated like a prize. As much as you fight me, I know deep down you're just fighting yourself. Which is why, Eve, I have to break you." He spoke as if she were a silly little girl in need of guidance and direction.
"Break me?" She asked skeptically.
"Yes, darling," he replied, trailing his fingers up from her knee, roaming them over her thigh, her hipbone, her stomach, over the lavish mound of her breast. His fingers stopped at her nipple, and he flicked it like a bored schoolboy fidgeting with a toy. "I have big plans for us, my dear Eve. But first we must get you to overcome this ridiculous prudishness. By the end of this, you'll be begging me to never stop."
Eve blushed -- though she couldn't tell if it was with arousal or indignation. "I would never," she spat. At that, his eyes found hers, and he smiled darkly.
"We'll see." He paused, suctioning her gaze to his while he gave his command. "I'm going to play a game with you, my sweet girl. Your body will remain in a state of arousal until I snap my fingers. Upon hearing that snap, your control over your body will return. The goal of the game is for me to see how long it takes for your pride and dignity to melt away, revealing the needy little slut at the core of your being."
Blood rushed to her cunt, and it throbbed with the rapid beating of her heart. Andrew leaned in and raised her arms over her head, fastening the handcuffs with a sonorous click. He kissed her forehead, the tenderness at complete odds with their surroundings, but the kiss made Eve crave his hot lips on hers. As if he could read her mind, he kissed her, and he slid his tongue in her mouth. Eve wanted to back away, wanted to escape, but she couldn't control herself. She kissed him back hungrily and he hummed in triumph. The vibrations traveled through her, hardening her nipples. He gripped her waist, squeezing so tight as to wring all the air out of her. When Eve grew desperate for air, he withdrew his lips and his hands from her body. She gulped down a breath. Her pale skin was red around her waist, and he could see the imprint of his thumbs under her ribs. Eve took in another deep breath, but released it in a cry of pain as he slapped her across the face.
"That's for trying to run."
His hand flew into her hair, clutching by the roots and twisting her head toward him. "You will never be rid of me, Eve." The firelight flickered across his face, casting it in shadow. All but his glinting, menacing teeth.
He released his grip on her hair with a shove, and Eve had to shift her stance in order to catch her balance. He circled her slowly, a shark analyzing the best angle to capture its meal. The thought made her wetter, and she cursed herself, cursed him, cursed everyone and everything that had led her to this humiliating situation.
Andrew's attention was on her plump ass. Had he been an artist, he would have designed the perfect woman to look like Eve. During his third or fourth orbit around her helpless form, he spanked her. It stung, then dulled to a hot aching. Again and again, his palm collided with her ample ass, and each time she felt herself getting more and more aroused. The sting of pain sent pulses of pleasure to her core. She couldn't control her reaction. Every time he touched her, she needed more of him. It was the hypnosis, she knew, but she feared how she'd react when she was in control of herself.
"I can smell the arousal on you," he whispered in her ear, pulling her body to be flush with his. His chest hair tickled her back as he wrapped one of his gorgeously thick arms around her torso and slipped his finger between her legs. She wanted to clench her legs together to stop him from feeling her there, but even if she could control her body, he was too strong. He ran his fingers through her wetness, blessing her clit with a fleeting touch, before bringing his fingers to rest in front of her face. The wetness scintillated in the firelight, and Eve admired it momentarily before his fingers were thrust into her mouth. He fingered her mouth, rubbing her slickness up and down her tongue, making her taste her body's betrayal.
"Mm, what a good girl," he mused, quickening the thrusts. "You're going to choke on my cock. I'm going to force it down your little throat."
He snapped his fingers, and Eve felt the tide of arousal wane. But only slightly. In its stead came a wave of fear. She frantically searched around the room, pulling on her restraints. The tight grip of dread turned to burning anger. His fingers slid out of her mouth, pulling a trail of saliva and arousal in tow. She screamed, earning her another slap across the face.
"Fuck you, you bastard. You're a devil. I will never, ever give in to you."
Andrew rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, I know. You're like a stubborn, wild mare. But you will submit to me."
On the far left wall was a dresser, barely visible in the flickering light. He approached it, opened one of the drawers, and returned with two items. One was very obviously a chain with two clamps at the ends. She knew what they were intended for. The other looked like some sort of gag, but it wasn't one she'd ever seen before.
He began by slapping her tits. Again, it started with a smarting sting, and then bloomed into a softer kind of pain. The kind of pain that would stay in her body long after the initial impact. Her breasts turned red, and her nipples hardened with each hit. Once he was satisfied, he fastened the clamps onto them, and the pressure was both deliciously satisfying while also being quite painful. She'd never had her nipples pinched like this, and she wasn't sure she liked it.
"Andrew, take these off of me, please. I don't like this. I want to go home," she begged, her voice breaking on the last word. She felt dirty, so dirty.
"You are home," he purred. He snapped his fingers and made her body go taught with lust.
"I am home," she mumbled, somewhat dreamily. The pressure of the nipple clamps seemed to intensify as she watched Andrew admiring her. He turned away from her and pulled off the remainder of his clothes. Eve couldn't look away from his gorgeous body. He was built like a football player; towering, wide, muscular. No wonder he'd been able to manhandle her so easily. But her jaw dropped when he turned around.
His cock was thick and perfectly sized. Using that stupid teleportation skill she hated, he'd disappeared from her sight -- she tried to listen closely to his rummaging around to ascertain what exactly would be in store for her.
"Close your eyes," he said, his breath suddenly hot on the nape of her neck. She obeyed without a second thought. The gag settled on her closed lips, but he squeezed her cheeks with one hand, like he was getting a child to spit something out, and then he maneuvered the gag to enter her mouth through her puckered lips. It was a ring, she realized. It left her mouth open in an "O" shape. The perfect shape for him to fuck. He lowered the chain that held the handcuffs, and with it, Eve sank onto the ground to her knees. At some point, he'd put a blanket down for her to kneel on, and the thought that he still cared about her comfort despite what he was putting her through was too much for her to make sense of.
