Master of Minds, Master of Me

I have no idea how long he has been gone. Five minutes? Fifteen? Fifty? It just feels forever. I still can't believe I’m in this situation. I have never entertained the thought of doing anything sexual with a man. But I thought that doing something like that would be gentle and sweet. Full of love and caring. Like soft touches and gentle kisses.

This is so vastly different. This isn’t anything I could ever have imagined. And I hate how I feel myself dripping down my thighs. I try my best to resist the need to grind myself against the rope, but once again, it feels like my body is moving on its own. And the more I move, the more the robe drills into my neck, too. He really is some psychopath for doing something like this to me. I’m partly relieved that he didn’t just shove me in prison and think of me as the enemy. But maybe that would have been the easier option. That I have experienced before. This I haven't.

Am I really this helpless that I just fall for his schemes? Sure there is something I could do to prevent this from happening. My body strongly disagrees with my thought of escaping, but I don’t let it control me. My legs are not bound, so I force myself to sit and turn to look at my bound hands. I can’t remove the handcuffs. But I’m sure I can unbuckle the belt that is binding the cuffs to the bed. I move closer to the headboard so the belt loosens up a bit, and I start to open it.

But I end up yelping as suddenly Felix’s hands appear behind me, surrounding my waist.

‘’Trying to escape me?’’

Oh crap. Maybe staying still would have been a better option after all. I feel his lips on the back of my neck.

‘’I actually was going to say that maybe I was a little too harsh on you. The cold shower soothed me a little bit, you see. But seeing you disobey me suffocated that thought in an instant.’’

Clearly staying still would have been a better option. His hands slowly glide over my breasts and my lips part, and a low sigh comes out.

His hand moves to my neck, touching the rope. And soon it gets loose and falls to my lap. The pressure disappears, and I let out a whimper. Probably out of relief. Or at least I think so.

He starts to unbutton my dress from the front. I just watch my heaving chest while his fingers slowly reveal my bra and my corset. He reaches for the handcuffs and releases my hands, only that he can glide my dress off. And after that, he starts to cuff them again.

‘’Please don’t. I promise I don’t try to escape.’’

He snaps the cuffs closed.

‘’You already showed me that I can’t trust you with that. I don’t like to take risks.’’

He pushes me, separating my back from his chest, and he starts to open my corset. Another wave of panic consumes me. Is he really going to strip me naked? No man has ever seen me naked.

‘’Your Highness. Do you really have to take them off? Can I just keep at least my underwear on?’’

‘’No chance. I want to see you. All of you.’’

‘’But—’’

His hand shoots to my throat. Squeezing it tightly, I snap my mouth closed.

‘’I already warned you once to behave. So will you be a good girl and do as I say?’’

My core throbs from his words. I just nod, and his hand withdraws and goes back to untying my corset. And soon he throws the corset on the floor, his fingers brushing against my bare skin. Just a moment later, my bra follows. I feel so exposed. I close my eyes as embarrassment fills me.

‘’You drive me so crazy Lo. You are stunning.’’

His fingers continue to explore my bare upper body. The heat within me skyrockets when he nears my breast. He cups them to his palms. His hands feel so rough against my skin. Soon his fingers start to tease my nipples, and the feeling is so weird, so foreign that I don’t even know how to describe it. But it makes me lean my head back against his chest. His lips brush against my ear, and his low voice follows.

‘’How does it feel Lo?’’

‘’I…’’ It’s hard to speak when he keeps caressing me like this. The aching and throbbing between my legs just keeps rising and rising. But I try my best to answer. ‘’I don’t know. Weird.’’

‘’Hmm… Does it make your pussy pulsing with need.’’

‘’Please. Don’t say things like that, don't call that thing like that.’’

He chuckles. ‘’I do enjoy your innocence. But surely you can call your pussy by its name, and not just as a thing.’’

I stay silent. I can’t say that. That's just too dirty and vulgar thing to say.

‘’Say it. Say how your pussy feels right now. And don’t call it a thing or it.’’

‘’No.’’

His other hand immediately leaves my breast to grab my throat again and makes me gasp for air.

‘’I thought you agreed to be a good girl.’’

His other hand pinches my nipple, making me whimper.

‘’Say it Lo. You should know that I’m not a patient man. If you don’t say it, I’ll figure out some other use for your lips.’’

He presses his body hard against my back, and I can clearly feel his… thing against me. Crap. I guess speaking is the better option here. I nod in agreement, and he loosens his grip on my throat.

‘’So tell me Lo. How does your pussy feel right now?’’ His voice is dark and teasing.

‘’My…’’ I gulp as the word feels so hard to say. ‘’...pussy feels weird. It’s throbbing.’’

‘’Do you know what it means when it throbs?’’

I shake my head. His lips fall to whisper into my ear again.

‘’It means it wants something inside it.’’

Inside it? The memory of his fingers slipping under my panties in the greenhouse consumes me. But he didn’t push them inside me. I really don’t think I can handle all of this.

‘’Open your legs for me and show me how horny you are.’’

‘’No.’’ My voice sounds so weird, so hoarse.

He grips my thighs and forces them open. I gasp. My balance wobbles from it, and I lean my back against his chest more tightly. He lifts the hem of my dress and exposes my underwear underneath it.

‘’So you really did rub yourself against the rope, didn’t you?’’

‘’No.’’ I lie.

‘’There is no point in lying. If your soaked panties are not proof enough, I can clearly sense from your mind that you are lying.’’

His left hand glides over my panties and I think I stop breathing for a while.

“Open your eyes.”

I do. My head is still leaning against his chest and he is towering behind me. I’m faced with his teasing grin above my head.

“Look down.”

No. Absolutely not. It’s horrible enough to be doing this. I have no desire to watch it happen.

His right hand slides to my hair and push my head, forcing me to look down. Potent shock travels through me as I see his fingers slowly rubbing me. I can't stop the moan escaping me. Then his fingers slide under the fabric and I feel my body tensing, but at the same time the need to have him there increases.

“Have you ever touched your clit?”

I just shake my head. It never even occurred to me. Not even once. He starts to circle around it. And I feel like going insane because of it. When his fingers slide gently over it, I gasp. He keeps his focus on my clit, and I can't even describe the feeling. It just feels too much. I want him to stop. But at the same time, I don't. I should beg him to stop. I really should. But he wouldn't probably listen. So there is no use in doing that. So it’s fine to just surrender, right?

“Does it feel hot?”

I nod. It feels like I’m on fire. Especially my… pussy. Oh please forgive me God. I can't just help myself from falling deeper and deeper into the pit of sins.

“Do you ache for more?”

He moves his fingers closer to my entrance and I halt. I’m scared. Would it hurt? My body instinctively nudges against him. And I curse my body for that. Has the real me just vanished somewhere? I’m not this person.

‘’Hmm… Something is not right.”

Well that I can agree. This is most definitely not right. I’m so glad he realized that too. He slowly withdraws his hands. Is he going to let me go? Thank you God.

Then he grabs me and forces me to lay on my back on the bed. I yelp and flinch from the harsh metal grinding against my wrists. This doesn't feel like letting me go. His fingers slide under my dress that is only on my waist anymore. In one pull, he slides it off. And I realize he took my panties at the same time. I have never in my life been this embarrassed.

‘’Much better.’’ He says with a satisfied smirk.

Oh please God, could you just kill me now. Maybe resetting everything is the right thing to do. His eyes devour me, and I feel my cheeks burning hotter.

‘’Stop looking at me like that.’’ I plea.

His eyes lifts to meet mine, and his gaze is just too much. I want to look away, but his eyes are like a magnet. No matter how much I want to turn my head, I just can’t.

‘’Like what? Like I want to eat you?’’

Eat me? Milna’s explanation comes to my mind and I want to hide even more. Surely he is not going to do that? I just nod at him.

He climbs on top of me and leans in to kiss my neck.

‘’I can’t help it, since that is exactly what I’m going to do.’’

My pussy clenches, and I start to squirm under him. Trying to escape him, but of course my attempts are futile. His lips start to travel down and his hands glide along. He nears my breasts, and the anticipation rises. Is he going to—?

His tongue flickers on my nipple and my brain just stops working at that moment. All I can think of is that weird feeling. It feels so good. He takes his time teasing my right breast with his mouth and then moves to the left one. I’m going insane here. I rub my thighs together, needing the pressure. When he leaves my breast alone and keeps kissing me, sliding dangerously close to my core. My body halts. Not sure if it's from expectation or fear. Probably both. All of this is just too intense, so I don’t know if I can handle any more of this. His hands force my legs to open, and soon his mouth hovers way too close.

‘’My pretty flower’s scent really is better than any other flowers.’’

My scent? Down there? I can’t believe this man. He is absolutely nuts for thinking something like that. He blows his warm breath, and only that makes me whimper. He lifts his gaze to look at me, and a devilish grin spreads to his lips.

‘’Do you want me to taste you? Are you curious how it will feel?’’

I stare at him with shock. My body and reason are battling against each other. I really am curious. I should not be. I really shouldn’t.

But as I look at him. He looks so freaking hot, even with his tempting glare and dark eyes. Seeing him like this, between my legs. He really does look like the Devil coming to ruin me. To shove me away from my righteous path.

If I think about this with logic. I’m pretty sure I have already lost all hope of earning salvation right now. I’ve already sinned too much in this life. There is no denying that. So, since the hope is already lost, would it matter if I just fall a little deeper? Just this once? If I just let go of my rules for once and let the Devil sway me?

I nod. And he immediately sticks his tongue out, and I watch him gently licking my clit. He swirls around it, licks it, and even sucks it gently. And oh God, it feels so freaking good. I close my eyes and just surrender to this feeling. Since the hope is gone, I can give myself to this feeling. Just fully enjoy it. His movements are slow, teasing. And it makes me squirm against him. This feels so much better I could have ever imagined.

My mind is drifting somewhere far away from reality when all I can think or feel is this odd pleasure. But after a while I jolt back to reality. I feel his hand joining him, circling near my entrance. My body stills again. Is he going to—

And suddenly he thrusts his fingers inside me. I let out a sound that I don’t recognize. My legs instinctively clench together. But he uses his free hand to shove my other leg further away. Giving him more space. His fingers start moving in and out. It’s only his fingers, but I feel so full. Nothing has ever been inside me, so I guess it’s not a surprise. I sense my inner walls clenching around him, like somehow begging them more to stay inside. It doesn't take long for my body starting to sway to the same rhythm. His mouth and fingers at the same time start to feel too much.

After a while an extremely weird feeling starts to build up inside me. The heat gathers even more and my voice gets louder, moans filling the room even more. The feeling is just too much. Like it doesn’t fit inside my body. Like I need to burst it out somehow. It feels weird, too weird. Almost a little scary.

‘’Stop.’’ I plea.

But he ignores me.

‘’Please stop. It feels too weird. Too much.’’

He lifts his head, but his fingers don't stop.

‘’Feel like coming?’’

‘’I don’t know. It’s just too much. I can’t take it.’’

He smirks pleasingly. ‘’Just relax and enjoy it. Since I’m not going to stop. No matter how much you beg for it.’’

Relax? How could anyone relax in a situation like this? While being handcuffed on the bed, forced into a situation like this?

For some reason, my body clearly reacts to that thought. Oh God, what the hell is wrong with me?

Felix sinks his tongue back between my legs, and the same odd feeling starts to build up slowly. The heat, the pressure, and basically everything increases. I grab the headboard, trying to get some support since I feel like my body is going to break or burst.

I can't help but arch my back when suddenly an extremely powerful way goes through every cell within me, making my moans echo from the walls, my toes curl, and my fingers dig in the wooden headboard even more. The feeling is so overwhelming that I feel like seeing stars because of it. Felix stops moving and I feel my inner walls pulsing against his fingers which are still buried within me. Slowly he pulls them away and I feel his hands slowly sliding against me. Like they are trying to calm my trembling body. Slowly I feel my breathing getting more stable and the intense feeling mildening and I regain some sense of reality.

I feel his lips against my skin, kissing his way up. And soon I feel them against my neck, following his voice.

“My pretty flower is so fucking stunning. I almost burst in my pants from just watching you come.”

I hear him. But I’m too tired to even think about answering. My body grows so numb. I have been practically just lying here, but it feels like I just ran for miles. Every cell and muscle is just worn out. I’m worn out.

I feel Felix's hands starting to uncuff me. When my hands are free, he pulls them against him and turns me on my side. He wraps his hands around me and pulls me close, burying my head against his chest. I hear his beating heart so loudly. And soon I realize his thing is still hard against me. But I’m too tired to be shocked about it anymore. I let my fingers curl into his shirt, and nuzzle against him tighter. I know he is a bad man, but for some sick reason, I feel safe being like this. Even after what he just did. My eyelids start to grow heavy, and I feel like drifting slowly to sleep.

But was that really an orgasm? I have never thought it could feel like that. It was so intense, so powerful, and so freaking good.

Maybe even so good that it’s worth sinking a little deeper. Worth drifting a little farther from my salvation.