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Ivy's breath hitched as she felt him unbuckle his belt, the sound of it echoing through the room like thunder. She knew what was coming next, and every instinct in her body screamed at her to fight, to escape. But she also knew that she was powerless against him. Her legs felt like jelly, her body stillpulsing with the aftershocks of the pleasure he'd brought her to the brink of.

The rough fabric of his pants brushed against her inner thighs as he stepped closer. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. But instead of the pain she expected, she felt the warm, wet press of his mouth on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. A shiver ran through her, and she couldn't suppress the moan that slipped out. His tongue traced the path his teeth had made, soothing the sting.

Vice leaned in closer, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered, "You're going to cum for me, little mouse. Whether you like it or not." His hand slid down to her hip, gripping her firmly. "And when you do, you'll know who's in control."

With a swift jerk of his hips, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. Ivy's scream of protest was muffled by the table as he began to move, his strokes hard and punishing. She could feel every inch of him, stretching and claiming her, and she hated the way her body responded, the way her walls clenched around him as if trying to keep him there.

The room spun around her, the pain and pleasure melding into one overwhelming sensation. She tried to focus on the coldness of the table beneath her, the roughness of the wood biting into her palms, but it was no use. His teeth grazed her shoulder, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck, sending electricity down her spine.

His hand slid down past her stomach, finding her clit and applying the perfect amount of pressure. The world narrowed to the feeling of his touch, the moans she couldn’t holdback, the sound of their ragged breathing, and the slap of their bodies coming together. Despite herself, she began to move with him, her hips pushing back to meet each thrust, her own moans mingling with his grunts of satisfaction.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of their desire. Ivy's body was a live wire, her nerves on edge as he pushed her closer and closer to the brink. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg, but she could feel the dam breaking, her resolve slipping away with each stroke of his hard cock in her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her bottom lip hard to stifle the scream that was building in her chest. "Please," she choked out, the word a desperate plea for relief from the torment he was inflicting.

Vice's grip tightened on her hip, his movements becoming more erratic. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded, his voice strained with his own need.

"You," she whispered, the words barely audible. "I belong to you."

With a triumphant growl, he plunged deeper, his fingers pressing down on her clit with unyielding force. The world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation as Ivy's orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

"Yes," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Feel how much I own you." He continued to thrust, his movements slowing as he reveled in her climax, her tight pussy contracting around him like a vice.

"Your pussy is so tight," he groaned, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made the table beneath them creak. His words were like a dark caress, sending shivers down her spine even as she felt the humiliation of her body's response. "So, fucking tight," he repeated, his voice a mix of awe and possession.

The pressure was building again, a coil of need tightening in her belly. She could feel his fingers digging into her flesh as he angled himself to hit that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. His breath grew hotter on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered, "You're going to cum again, I can feel it.”

His other hand left her clit to squeeze her throat gently, the threat of his power thrumming through her veins, heightening the sensations flooding her body. The wood of the table was rough against her cheek as she fought not to give in to the pleasure he was forcing upon her.

"You're so beautiful when you fight me," Vice murmured, his voice a dark whisper in the shadows of the dungeon. "But we both know how much you love this." His grip on her neck tightened just enough to make her gasp, cutting off her air supply for a brief, terrifying moment before releasing. The sudden influx of oxygen made her head swim, and she could feel her orgasm building once more.

Ivy's thoughts raced, a tumultuous storm of fear and lust. She hated him, she told herself, hated the way he made her feel. But her traitorous body didn't seem to care, arching back to meet his every thrust, her wetness coating his shaft as he claimed her over and over.

Her nails dug into the wood of the table, the splinters biting into her skin as she tried to find purchase, to hold onto something in the tempest of sensation that was threatening to drown her. His teeth grazed her shoulder, and she could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against her neck. The hand at her throat moved to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat to his ravaging mouth.

"That's it," he coaxed, his voice thick with his own arousal. "Take it all for me." His thumb swirled around her clit in a maddening pattern that made her thighs quiver. Ivy felt a tear slip down her cheek, the salty wetness mingling with the sheen of sweat that coated her face. She didn't want to give in, didn't want to give him the victory, but the relentless waves of pleasure were too much to resist.

Her body tightened around him, her inner muscles clamping down as another orgasm approached. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood, as she tried to keep the moan from escaping. But it was no use; it slipped out, a desperate sound that seemed to echo through the chamber. Vice's grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he drove her closer to the edge. "Again," he ordered, his voice a growl that sent shivers down her spine.

She squeezed her eyes shut again, she felt the pressure building, a crescendo of sensation that was unbearable and yet, she didn't want it to stop. He slammed into her, the sound of flesh on flesh a brutal counterpoint to the sweet agony of his touch. He sunk his teeth into her neck.

With a final, brutal thrust, Vice came, his hand pressing her down into the unforgiving wood. She screamed, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls, a mix of rage and pleasure. Herbody clamped down around him, milking him, and she could feel the warmth of his release fill her. He growled, his hips jerking with the force of his climax, the hand in her hair tightening until it was almost painful.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their ragged breaths mingling in the damp air of the dungeon. Then, with a snarl, he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty. Ivy slumped against the table, her legs trembling, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure. She was aware of his eyes on her, watching her with a smug satisfaction that made her want to claw them out.

Vice stepped back, his cock glistening with both of their cum. He tucked himself back into his pants with a casualness that made her stomach turn. “Look at you. Pretending to hate me while dripping down you're thighs," he said, his voice mocking. “You’re mine—body, mind, and every filthy moan in between.”

Ivy pushed herself upright, her legs wobbly beneath her. She was covered in sweat, her panties in shreds at her feet. She wanted to spit in his face, to fight back with every ounce of strength she had. But she knew it was futile. He was too powerful, too in control of the situation. Instead, she met his gaze with a mix of defiance and despair. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Vice smirked; his eyes raked over her exposed flesh. "I want you to understand you're place," he said, his voice cold and calculated. "You're nothing but a plaything for me to use as I see fit." He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the bruise already forming on her neck. "And I intend to use you well."

Ivy's stomach twisted with fear and anger, but she kept her expression as neutral as she could. Inside, she was a maelstrom of emotions - rage, humiliation, and a strange, unwelcome craving for more of his touch. She pushed herself off the table, her legs unsteady but her resolve firm.

Vice leaned down, his masked face a mere inch from hers. "You're mine now, Ivy," he murmured, the words a dark promise. "And I will never let you go."

The weight of his body pressed against hers was like a mountain she couldn't escape, his presence suffocating and exhilarating all at once. Ivy felt a tear slip down her cheek, the salty warmth a stark contrast to the cold stone beneath her. She didn't know how she had allowed this monster to claim her so completely.

Vice's smug smile didn't waver as he watched her, the flicker of something human in his gaze now completely gone. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the brutality of their encounter. "You're learning, little mouse," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You're going to make this so much more enjoyable for me."