Master of Minds, Master of Me

When we enter the room, I already feel my self-control crumbling. But I hold on to my reason.

“Face the wall.”

She obeys. And I love how she is such an obedient pretty flower.

I want to rip her dress off, but I restrain myself. I unbutton the dress neatly from the back and let it drop on the floor. I start to open the corset. Her breathing is heavy. She was so divine previously in the bar. I would have wanted to fuck her on the spot. To show everyone how fucking weak she is for me. But I think she is not quite ready for that. All in time.

When the corset is gone, I ditch the panties and the bras.

I stare at her bare body. There are barely any bruises on her ass anymore. I think I need to fix that. But not yet. I need to taste her first. I need to get her on the edge.

“Hands on the wall and bend over.”

She obeys. I lean against her ear, whispering.

“Good girl.”

She lets out a heavy exhale. Goddammit, how simple exhale can be so fucking seductive? I glide my hand down along her body, all the way to her dripping pussy. She immediately starts to grind herself against my hand.

So fucking needy. Like I just didn't make her come in front of the public eye a few minutes ago. When I first started to lure her sexuality out of her, I would have never guessed that she would be like this. I could have never dreamed how utterly perfect she could be. So lecherous and so fucking obedient.

I let my fingers round her swollen clit. That solely makes her moan. I let her enjoy it for a while, since her squirmin body is so fucking addictive to look at. The low, frustrated sigh every time I stop touching her is making my cock twitch with excitement. Her smell fills the room, and that if something makes me lose control of making her wait and squirm.

I drop to my knees and force her legs more open. I let my hands slide to her ass cheeks and force them to separate, so I can have a better view of her soaking wet cunt. It’s so fucking sexy to look at. It’s practically just calling me in. I can already taste it on my tongue.

‘’Felix.’’ Her low plea is music to my ears.

I let my tongue sink into her. The taste of her makes my cock so hard, it’s starting to be painful in my pants. But I don’t care. All I care about is having her. Feeling her body sway against my movements. Her moans start to fill the room once again. I keep my movements gentle, teasing. And she keeps nudging herself closer to me, clearly begging for more. But she ain’t getting it, not yet.

‘’Felix, more.’’

I resist the urge to give her just that. But I sink my tongue inside her, making her think I’m giving what she asks for. I squeeze her ass tighter as she shoves herself toward me, clearly wanting me deeper. But I just withdraw my tongue and go back to tease her clit. Her voice is a mix of that frustrated sigh and pleasure. It doesn’t take long for her body to start slightly trembling in my grasp. So I pull out completely and stand behind her. I keep my hands on her ass, caressing the soft skin.

‘’You need to have a little patience, pretty flower.’’

I look at her almost healed ass. I did enjoy spanking her far more than I could imagine. Her reddening skin was so addictive. I want to see it again, even more red, even more hurt.

I slide my belt off and fold it in half. I first slide it against her pussy, making it wet from her arousal. She flinches, probably surprised about not feeling my hand, but instead a cold leather. I lift the belt and watch it glisten. I know I was just tongue deep inside of her, but I just can’t stop myself from sticking my tongue out to lick the leather. Her taste really is my personal drug.

I slide my left hand once more in her soft skin before smacking her ass with the belt.

Thwack.

She gasps, clearly not expecting it. But she doesn’t object.

Thwack.

Just two smacks, and I already see the red in her skin.

Thwack.

Little harder this time; her gasp is more like a cry. My cock twitches.

Thwack.

Her loud noises feel so good to hear. The evidence of how much it hurt her.

Thwack.

Fuck, her ass is getting so red. I feel my mana rumbling inside me, wanting more, needing more.

Thwack.

I wonder how much this hurts her. Is it nearly anything like the pain inside me when I saw that gravestone in that mirror?

Thwack.

Is this anywhere close to the fucking itch in my head? The one which says that she will leave me and die? The one tormenting me every single second. I hope her ass is so sore for days that it pains her. Just like this fucking itch of mine pains me.

Thwack.

I feel losing my control, giving in to all the pent-up anger and frustration residing in me. I slide my fingers in her hair, yanking it back so I can see her face better. Tears are sliding down her cheeks. She is clearly in pain. But still, I sense no fear, no anger or any kind of negative emotions from her mind.

She really is one dirty flower.

Thwack.

“Tell me what you are thinking, Lo?”

I really am curious, since she should be scared of me.

“I think you are angry with me.”

Her straightforward answer surprises me a little. In a good way. I love how she is so honest with me.

I mean, she’s not wrong. I’m furious that she wants to die that badly. I’m so fucking fuming with anger that she doesn't tell me the truth about herself. But I’m more angry at myself. For failing to earn her trust.

Thwack.

“Why do you think I’m angry?”

“Because of that mirror.”

Once again, a blunt, honest answer that surprises me. I thought I managed to hide my emotions concerning that mirror fiasco. I did my best to just act normal. To be the funny, romantic Felix. Since only he could persuade her that living with me would be better than dying. But apparently, I wasn't good enough. I am never good enough. No matter how much I fucking try to be the perfect fucking Prince.

Nothing is never good enough. Not to her. Not to anyone.

Thwack.

She screams even more now. So loud that probably every other visitor here heard her. And that excites me, and probably her too.

I lean closer to her ear.

“How did you know?”

“I…” She falls silent for a while before answering. “I just saw it in you. The painful look in your eyes, sometimes you looked at me, thinking I wouldn't notice. The way you sometimes hold me like I would vanish at any second. I’m sorry Felix. I really don't want to cause you pain.” Her voice is shaking. Her words seem honest.

But she isn't. Maybe she is starting to be better at lying. If she didn't want to hurt me, she wouldn't want to die.

Thwack.

“If I were to put you against that mirror again, would there still be the grave?”

I already know the answer. But there is the tiny friction of hope that she would want something more than death. That tiny, faint ray at the end of the tunnel.

But she stays silent. I really sometimes hate her silence so fucking much. It’s like this poisonous knife deep inside my heart. The only reason for my heart to keep pumping is the fact that she is still here with me. But I know that if something were ever to happen to her, I wouldn't want to keep going. Not without her.

Thwack.

Her ass is so fucking red, it’s only a few smacks away from bleeding. Maybe making her bleed would stop this fucking itch in my head. I fucking hate that itch.

“I’m sorry Felix. I will do anything to repay what I did. I don't care how much you punish me. I don't care what you do to me. I’m yours, so use me however you want. Do anything you want.”

I stare at her beautiful, tear-soaked face. Shocked by her words. I still don't sense any hostility from her. She still seems to be consumed by lust. I let my lips brush against her ear.

“Is my pretty flower enjoying being hurt like this?”

She nods.

“Why?”

She stays silent. So I give her a warning.

Thwack.

“Why?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I feel like I deserve it. Maybe my sins lessen if I get punished for them. But somehow I like it when you use me. I don't care how or why you use me. I don’t care if it is for your lust or for your anger. Just hearing your satisfied voice pushes me to the edge of coming. I just want to please you.”

I can't stop the low growl escaping my chest, my dick pressing painfully against my pants. Fuck my pretty flower drives me fucking insane. I lower my hand to her aching pussy. Her lips part as she starts to grind herself against my hand. She really is one crazy flower. Maybe we are just equally broken. Her squirming body makes my anger subside as my need to sink my cock inside her grows stronger.

I slide the belt over her neck, slipping the leather through the buckle and yank, making it tighten around her pretty neck.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She nods eagerly, and I can't help but grin at her.

I remove my clothes. Then start pulling her along by the belt next to a chair. I sit down and tap my lap.

“Climb here and show how fucking slutty you are.”

She visibly gulps, but obeys. Just like she should. She grabs my shoulders, and I place my left hand on her waist while the right one still holds the belt. I pull it, forcing her head closer to mine. Her lips part once again.

“Now sit down. Fill your aching cunt.”

She starts to lower herself, her wetness slowly spreading against my rock-hard dick, eagerly wanting. She moves slowly, hesitantly, like being a little embarrassed. But goddammit, she looks so fucking sexy like that. Her shy acts turn me on so fucking much. Knowing only I can turn her shy nature into a lustful and needy one.

And holy fuck, her wet pussy feels so fucking good. When she is all the way down, I grab her waist with both hands and press her against me tighter. She gasps as my cock sinks inside of her a little deeper.

“Is this what you wanted, pretty flower?”

She nods.

“So you enjoy obeying me, right?”

Another nod.

“Then start to move that delicious body of yours. I want to watch how much you enjoy my cock inside of you. Show how much you want me.”

Her fingers sink a little deeper into my shoulders as she slowly starts to lift herself before going down again. She moves slowly, savouring each thrust and each move. Her low moans start to fill the room, and I just watch her. Mesmerised by her.

My Queen, my God, my everything. She looks so fucking divine. My perfect pretty flower. And she just doesn't look divine; she feels so divine. I feel my cock already growing in size. I don't want to come yet. I need to hold on, no matter how fucking good she feels. I let my hands travel on her body, inspecting and admiring every curve, every spot.

I move to caress her breast, gently pinching her nipples. She gasps and arches her back. I lean closer, snatching one nipple between my lips, licking it, sucking it. I feel her legs tightening around me. Her pussy is squeezing me so fucking good. I suck harder, and soon I start to feel her body starting to tremble. She must be close. But I won't let her come. Not yet.

“Stop,” I order.

But she doesn't. She is clearly too lost, too close to coming. I grab her waist, forcing her to stop and let the electricity flow, hopefully snapping her back to reality. Her eyes open with a delicious whimper, and she looks at me, eyes pleading.

“I told you to stop.”

“Why?”

Fuck, her hoarse voice is making my cock twitch inside her.

“Hands behind your back.”

She obeys, and I move the end of the belt behind her, binding her hands also with it. The more she moves them, the more tight it gets around her neck. When that's done, I get up, lifting her in my arms. I walk toward the bed and just drop her on it. She flinches, probably from the pain of lying on top of her bound arms.

I spread her legs and place myself between them. Admiring the view before slowly sinking my cock inside her once again. Her moans fills the air again. I lean closer to her and kiss her while fucking her. Her lips answer, and her moans suffocate against my mouth.

I move to kiss and suck her neck, she tilts her head, giving me more space. Her obedience is so fucking addictive. It makes me want to just use her more. To see how much she is willing to do.

I lean back so I can just see her. Watch her moaning and struggling against the binds. The belt sinks deeper in her throat, and the sight of that makes me fuck her harder. Every thrust strong and demanding.

‘’Felix.’’ She moans so beautifully my name.

‘’What, pretty flower?’’

‘’I…’’

She loses herself in moaning for a while. Her inner walls tighten against me, shoving me closer to my orgasm. She was probably going to say just that.

‘’Feel like coming?’’ I ask.

She nods.

‘’Fuck I love how fucking needy you are. Do you enjoy knowing the people next rooms are hearing you moan? That they know what a slut you are? All bound up with a soaked pussy. Begging for me to fuck you until you come?’’

Her pupils widen for a second, and then her body starts to shake as her moans turn more into screams of pleasure. I feel her mind exploding as the orgasm travels through her. Her pussy pulsing around my cock and seeing her come right in front of me nudges me over the edge too. I feel myself coming inside her. Filling her, and holy fuck coming inside of her is pure ecstasy.

I lean closer to kiss her. More gently this time. I love this woman so fucking much. Even though she is right here, falling apart for me. I miss her.

It’s the fucking itch inside my head that doesn’t leave me alone.