Chapter 12
Silence accompanies us along the way as I rest my head sideways against the car window. The trees blur past, just like the painted lines on the road. Samuel speeds up as if trying to outrun time itself. His mind is waging an internal war, and the rush of adrenaline seems to be all he needs. The moonlight is dim, and the wind blowing outside feels entangled with the chaotic emotions of this night, scattering in every direction.
As soon as he parks the car, I hurriedly get out. The arrogant man grabs my wrist firmly, pulling me toward the house. His touch is as hot as embers, and my body craves his. Without a word, he leads me down to the basement. We enter a room meant solely for sexual punishment, perfectly embodying his authority and dominant nature.
A shiver runs down my spine as we cross the doorway. Samuel moves closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I feel his broad, strong, and firm chest practically engulfing my body. My eyes scan the room, taking in the purple-pink neon lights mingling with the red details on the walls and the bed sheets. A sordid setting that awakens my masochistic side and fuels my heightened sexuality. Samuel’s hand slides sensually down my body, slowly trailing up my abdomen. His warm breath on the back of my neck sends shivers through me.
His hands move to my hardened nipples. Angrily, he squeezes them, making me cry out.
"You’re mine, Tatyana! I’ll make you understand that!" the arrogant man declares, tearing my clothes off with authority.
His hand grips my panties, pulling them down my legs slowly.
"Samuel, are you going to hurt me?" I ask.
"I don’t want you to speak. If you talk, I’ll cover your mouth!" he snaps harshly.
I’m not submissive, but I love feeling pain—I’m a masochist. Just imagining him hurting me excites me.
"I’ll say it again until you understand: I’m not yours. I’ll keep seeing John and Adam," I challenge, shaking my head.
Samuel Colt gives me a dazzling smile, one I’ve never seen before. This man accesses every nerve ending in my body, imprinting himself into my memory. He retrieves a pair of handcuffs from the drawer beside the bed.
When he returns, he wraps them around my wrists, tightening them forcefully.
"Do you deserve to be punished, Tatyana?"
"Yes, I deserve to be punished!" I reply.
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A wicked smile appears on Samuel Colt’s sinful face as he hears me say I want to be punished! He grabs me by the cuffs and fastens me to a chain suspended from the ceiling. My arms are raised and restrained above my head. The arrogant man walks to the sideboard, lights a cigar, and gives me a mischievous look. His heavy steps echo as he circles me, scrutinizing my naked body. When he stops behind me, I feel his nose brush against the back of my neck, moving toward the side of my face. I’m completely euphoric as he whispers in his deep, commanding voice:
"I’m going to fuck you, Tatyana, until there’s no trace of John left on you."
My body trembles at the sound of his powerful voice. With sensuality, the dominant man savors his cigar slowly, and when he finishes, he positions himself in front of me, his right hand moving to his tie. He undresses while maintaining an unrelenting gaze. Samuel Colt excites me in every possible way, and even here, chained and vulnerable, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
The rogue strides toward a large cabinet in the corner of the room and pulls out a case. He retrieves a leather whip, and my body already tingles with anticipation, imagining its sting against my skin. I watch as he takes a strip of fabric and drapes it around his neck. Holding the whip firmly in his hand, he approaches me with a defiant look, ready to deliver my punishment. His large hand slides along the leather strips, warming them up to strike my cold skin, which aches for heat—for pain.
Samuel moves behind me, and I’m unable to see his face, which makes me uneasy. He blindfolds me with the satin fabric, intensifying the desperation building in my chest. His goal is to punish me, and all I want is to be punished by him, to feel the exquisite pain only he can give.
"I know you don’t want to obey me, and one day, I’ll make you submit. But today, I’ll make you feel pain," the sadist concludes.
"God, is it wrong to enjoy pain? My desires have always intensified when pleasure and pain collide," I think.
Samuel grips the base of the single-strip leather whip tightly and lashes it against my ass. The sound of the whip’s crack feels like fiery words whispered in my ears, and I let out a loud moan of both pain and desire.
"Aaaah!"
***
Each time the leather stimulates my skin, it triggers a response and waves of pleasure take over my body. The merciless man seems to get even more excited as the moans of supplication escape my lips. I can't see him, but the brief sound of his laughter tells me that he's enjoying punishing me. As soon as he stops, the burning sensation prevails in the small cuts. My skin cries out for his burning touch and Samuel instinctively touches me. With my eyes blindfolded, my senses become heightened and I deeply inhale his seductive scent. A masculine scent that intensely influences my behavior, attracting me more and more to him.
Samuel removes the handcuffs from the chains and leads me to the bed. He throws me on it and gently slides his nose over my body, inhaling my scent. The man is perverse, wild and violent down to his pores.
"Damn, you smell like John!" Samuel roars, crawling his body over mine and removing the blindfold from my eyes. — I never want you near John again, do you understand? — he finishes aggressively, holding me in his muscular arms.
" Samuel Colt, John is everything you are not... I do not intend to save myself from him. — I retort, provoking him.
His expression becomes bitter and impetuous. He begins to bite my skin and his fingers brush against my tattoo, admiring the lines. His lips move around my nipples while his gaze devours me. The contact of our bodies drives me crazy. His naughty hand slides down to my wet pussy and caresses my clitoris with affection.
" Do you like it like this? — he asks, instigating me with his warm fingers as he moves them gently.
Samuel is teasing me and wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Angrily close to our faces, I bite his full lips.
" What do you think you are doing? — he asks, as a warning.
" Kissing you! Because I want to. — Samuel pushes me away roughly.
I struggle in his arms to instigate him until he takes me and holds me to his body. The conflicting feelings that begin to bubble inside my chest make me feel like I am his, but I would never say those words, not to Samuel Colt. The insatiable movement of the quadrilateral fits between my legs. With force he penetrates his colossal cock inside me, gradually releasing me as he sees my body surrendered to his. His thrusts invade me masterfully, activating all my desires. Violently the arrogant man moves away from my body and opens my legs with debauchery. His naughty mouth bites the inside of my thighs and then sucks me with desire. "Damn, I smell you, that smell drives me crazy..." Samuel complains as he introduces his tongue into my wet entrance. My core pulses and becomes sensitive to his bites, making loud moans of pain and pleasure escape my lips. The arrogant man gets up and goes to the closet and lights a candle while I catch my breath.
" I'm going to make you cum deliciously for me, Tatyana, you're going to call my name madly. — With heavy steps he returns, making my heart race out of control.
Samuel circles my clitoris with his fingers and then pours the hot wax. Each melted drop causes a strong but bearable burn. A scream escapes me, but it's not a scream of despair, but of a rare and authentic pleasure.
As soon as the wax dries, Samuel realizes that I'm completely aroused. He runs his hands over the inside of my thighs and stimulates my essence with his tongue, tasting my flavor. With force and pressure he moves his fingers frantically on my sensitive clitoris and I feel a different pleasure as he consumes it. A mixture of distress, pain and euphoria that makes my body arch.
" Oh, Samuel, damn, I'm going to cum... — I warn, surrendering myself to his touch.