Notes from the author:
Hello all. Just a heads up that if the previous chapters were pushing your limits, it is about to get darker, and will continue to get darker still. Remember what section you're in before you read further. Kisses!
- J
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I had waited in my suite for thirty minutes before going off in pursuit of her, grabbing her panties on the way out.
Her crestfallen look as Pretty Boy abandoned her was priceless. I had played dirty, to be sure, but I wanted her, and I had vowed to do whatever it took. The panty tactic had worked like a charm, and made quick work of getting rid of Pretty Boy.
Scott was an idiot and a coward, but he could pick a steak like nobody's business. I hadn't eaten much today, and I hadn't planned on it, but what the hell. I would need the energy for the punishment I planned to unleash upon Kate tonight.
I honestly didn't think she would have the guts to refuse me again, but I was sure glad she did. It would be all the more fun to break her. The thought had me hard as a rock, as I tossed a few hundred on the table and steered her quickly to the exit.
The moment before we reached our floor, I heard her whisper the words every sadist loves to hear, "Please don't hurt me."
I would hurt her. There was nothing that was going to stop me. But I sure as hell was not telling her that until we were safely locked in my suite. I knew now that I would need to be on my guard with her until she submitted to me completely.
As I took her hand in mine, I relished the thought of taking her again. But if last night were any indication, it wouldn't be much of a punishment.
Despite having felt her climax repeatedly over my cock, I could tell that she was struggling mentally with submitting to me. She could not admit to enjoying the raw sexual high I had given her. I could handle a physical struggle, but a mental block was an issue I had not often breached, nor cared to.
That was it. I would force her to confess. Last night I had gone easy. I took pity on her, as it was obviously her first time being taken by an alpha male. She would not get a free pass this time.
I unlocked the door to my suite, and guided her in, making sure I did not release her hand until she was inside.
As we stood in the foyer, the air was thick with sexual tension, and fear. And I relished the tears in her eyes, as she dared to look at me.
I knew she was expecting, possibly even hoping, for me to slam her against the door as I had last night, and ravage her. God knows I wanted to. But that would have been too easy on her. She would lose herself in pleasure again, and I might go soft on her in my post sexual haze. Instead I led her to stand at the foot of the bed.
"Don't move," I warned, glaring so she knew I meant business.
She complied, her breathing still erratic. It was delicious to behold. Her hands fisted, nipples hard as my cock, her eyes brimming with tears. I was in my element.
I had almost forgotten to bring my "emergency kit" with me on this cruise. Thank Christ I hadn't. It did require me to check a bag though, which is always a pain. But seeing the fear and anticipation in her eyes, I had no regrets.
I drew out the aged leather case that used to contain a shaving set. When that particular set had gotten old, I found the case handy for certain instruments of pain, and pleasure of course, when I traveled.
Keeping the case out of Kate's line of sight, I removed the knife first.
I circled her as she trembled. She still had not said a word. I stopped, facing the back of her head, her gorgeous locks tumbling down the curve of her back. I ran my fingers up and down her arm, luxuriating in her peachy soft skin.
Slowly, I slipped my fingers into her long mane, gathering it over her left shoulder. I gazed at the dark purple scarf she had hidden my mark with, staring it down as I would an enemy. I let out a deep breath, and she shuddered.
I then took my knife, and ran the dull side slowly down the length of her arm, where my fingers had just been. She gasped, and froze in place.
"No," she whispered, so softly I could barely hear her.
"Yes," I responded, just as softly. "Don't move."
I then slid the knife up her back, between her shoulder blades, and with a practiced hand, quickly cut her semi-sheer scarf in two.
Pocketing my knife, I picked up the two remnants of her purple scarf. I set them on the dresser, plotting use for them later. She was still panting behind me, most likely relieved I wasn't going to kill her. Adorable.
I turned to face her, and immediately noticed that she had applied a large bandage over her mark as well. I don't know why it caught me so off guard, but it did, and I was angry. She must have seen the anger on my face, because she looked poised to run.
"So, cunt, you really went the extra mile to conceal this from...Scott, was it? That's fairly disappointing, but understandable I suppose. Wouldn't want him to know what a slut you are, I guess, huh?" I taunted her. She had chosen to push me, and I would push back harder.
"Let's just remove this, shall we? Don't move." I commanded.
She winced, knowing it was going to hurt, and humiliated that I would reveal her brand from last night. She had gone to such lengths, and here I was, untangling her web of denial.
I slowly peeled the bandage free of her milky soft neck, her whimpering making me harder for her. I could have taken it off quicker, but I was done showing mercy. Her anguish was utterly addicting, as I studied her face. She would experience anguish far worse than this before I was through.
"Aahhhh," she whined.
"Mmm, good girl." I released a deep purr of approval as she panted, her nipples straining against her thin dress.
God, I was aching to release my cock and fuck her hard until I came. Discipline, I reminded myself. I could not dominate this one unless I had full control of myself.
"Strip," I ordered.
"Please," she begged.
"Strip, before I cut that damned dress off, and whatever you have on underneath," I snapped. "I would enjoy that very much, so you had better choose now."
I could not be lenient. This rebellion needed to end.
She complied, her eyes shining again with tears.
As she stripped, I confirmed that she had not worn a bra. "You're such a slut, going without a bra. You really need a good fucking don't you? Can't get enough now, after our session last night I guess," I sneered. "Well I am going to fuck you. You can rest assured of that. But not before I make you suffer."
She said nothing as she dropped her panties, but I could hear her now labored breathing, goosebumps immediately forming over her milky skin.
Standing up straight again, she kept her eyes downcast. With any number of women, this would have been acceptable. But not with her. If I was to break through her mental barriers and conquer her fully, she needed to face me. Breaking eye contact was an indulgence that I would not often allow her, at least not yet.
My finger under her chin, I lifted her face upward. Like last night, her eyes were shut tight, hiding the window to her soul.
"Look at me darling. Look in my eyes," I said softly.
She squirmed and resisted, but I gripped her chin, and warned, "The more you fight me, the more I will punish you. I have no problem with that, but you might."
Naturally, she opened her eyes to me. It was difficult for her. I could sense her internal struggle...the struggle that would be instrumental in the success of her punishment.
I gazed into her eyes, betraying no emotion. Seeing through her, but not reciprocating. Reaching down, I slid my fingers down her belly, over her mound, and stroked her pussy lips. I was not penetrating her, but I could feel her pussy clenching. She was soaked. Suddenly, I broke my own rule and closed my eyes, lavishing in the knowledge that she was utterly dripping with need. I knew she wanted it, but there was nothing better than having soaking wet proof of a woman's desire coating your fingers.
I removed my hand from her pussy, and looked again into her eyes. She was humiliated, but also seemingly intrigued at my break in eye contact.
"Mmm, cunt, you are dripping," I told her. She was probably well aware, but I wanted to humiliate her further. Lifting my hand up to her mouth, I commanded, "Open."
She shook her head, a look of nervousness now in her eyes. How she would deny me anything right now was odd. She knew there would be repercussions, pain, and yet she still resisted. It was maddening. But it had me hard as a rock.
"Goddammit cunt, open your fucking mouth, and taste your whore pussy juices!"
I didn't wait for her to comply. I shoved them into her mouth forcefully. I felt her teeth, but didn't care enough to yield.
She shut her eyes tight in retaliation and disgust, and for the first time since we entered my suite, raised her arms to push me away.
Without warning, I removed my fingers from her mouth, grabbed her, and threw her on the bed. She shrieked.
"Hhmmm, you must be a stupid whore," I admonished her. "Still fighting me when you know there will be consequences." I shook my head in mock disapproval. "Or maybe your whore pussy gets off on pain. Maybe you want to feel the sweet agony of the lash over your ass. You want it. You crave it. Don't you baby?"
At that, she lost her timidity.
"Fuck you!" Kate hissed at me. "I am not a whore, you bastard! I'm not a whore, and not a cunt. I am not yours, so stop kidding yourself, you jerk!"
