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It was going to be wonderful to chip away even more of it as he fucked her.

Removing his hand, he stood and took off his belt, the swish of the shiny leather leaving his belt loops made her cry again. “Please, no…” she whispered, and he almost groaned.

He did enjoy this part. They were never quite as timorous after the first time, because they knew what it felt like to be violated.

This would be special. Memorable.

Dropping the belt in the chair, he moved it aside so he could put a knee on the bed between her spread legs. She pulled against the ropes as he climbed up, angling his body over hers so she could recognize the futility of her efforts. “You do look lovely when you cry and scream. I think it will make you quite popular.”

She didn’t respond, jaw clenched tight, breath shuddering in and out of her nose, but her quiet defiance wouldn’t last long.

Sitting up, he opened the button on his slacks, lowering the zipper before he pushed it all out of the way so he could grasp his cock. Her whimper was perfectly timed with the first stroke of his fingers over the sensitive head, like she was teasing him. “You’re not wet, but I’m feeling gracious after your efforts with the rules… so, I’ll make you a deal.”

Leaning forward he braced one hand beside her ribs, brushing his other against her cheek. She jerked her head away, but he only smiled.

“I’ll let you spit into my hand, but that will be the only lubricant you’ll get.” Offering his hand she glanced at it, and then met his gaze again.

“Go to hell,” she hissed, punctuating the damnation by spitting into his face. Barely a spray, which wouldn’t have made what was coming next any easier, but it couldn’t go unanswered.

“You’re really going to regret that.” Anthony sat up and slapped her, her gasp dissolving into angry tears as she yanked at her wrists and bucked her hips off the bed. She was a fighter. His cock pulsed, and he felt the urge to take her amplifying. It was as much a lesson in power at this point as it was to sate his own needs.

The girl wasn’t aroused, and as he wiped his face clean of her spittle and stroked his cock with the meager offering she’d made, he knew this would be uncomfortable for both of them at first, but he was willing to deal with it.

Sacrifices must be made.

Lowering his hips between her spread thighs, he lined up with her cunt and thrust hard. He groaned, she yelped. It burned a little, physical sensation skittering across his nerves as he drew back and forced himself further in, feeling her body yield under his strength.

There was no stopping this. It had been inevitable since her name had appeared on their list. This was just the glorious culmination of their careful planning. The reward.

Anthony thrust again, opening her up until his balls rested against her ass and she let out a keening whine, eyes focused somewhere in the middle-distance above them. Every muscle in his body tensed as he drew back and plunged forward, fucking her without regard for the restraints tethering her to the frame of the bed. There was no give to those ropes, which made each of his thrusts punctuate in a deliciously hard stop.

Again and again.

She was either wet now, or bleeding, but it was inconsequential because it eased his movements. Her body tightened, gripped him, tried to force him out… and it felt good. Amplified his sensations, waking up his nerves with physical pleasure.

This was the closest to human he ever felt. Reaching for an orgasm. Warm, soft flesh pinned beneath his hard body. She just didn’t appreciate it.

Slaves always became still at this point. Some sort of primordial instinct in their brain taking over, reminding them that submission was the only option when a predator had them pinned. The same ancient force that demanded he fuck her just a little harder, not holding back, just to cement that knowledge in her mind.

Weak versus strong.

Female versus male.

There was only ever one victor.

Heat thawed his cold self-control as he moved inside her, reveling in the pained sounds slipping from her lips. Pleasure in all its chemical glory flooded his veins, fingers wrapping under her shoulders to dig into the delicate flesh that held such promise. In the coming days he would bring her such sweet agony, he would make her scream until her throat was raw, and then he’d fuck it just to remind her of her place.

This place.

Deep, hard thrusts sent tremors up his spine, making his bones as tight as her cunt felt. There was nothing quite like this, the delirious feeling of complete power over another human being.

Next time he’d leave her arms free so she could try to scratch, to fight him off, and then he’d hold her down and destroy her just a little more. Prove to her that the ropes were merely convenience, not a deciding factor.

Even if she’d been free to run from him in the house, he would have caught her, hurt her, forced her to the ground so he could take what he wanted. Like this. Like property.

This was almost as sweet as her screams.