"Don't do this." Her voice is desperate. I have a feeling the worst part about this are the mirrors, because she's still stubbornly refusing to look at her own reflection, even though I've covered every surface in here with it. "Don't do this, it's not too late, we can still go back. No one has to know..."
"Of course not," I smile. "Which is why you won't tell anyone. And by the time I'm done with you, Dove, you won't even want to leave."
She doesn't answer me. Instead she panics, looking around the room for an exit that doesn't exist. There's a door, and she lunges for it, but her chain will only allow her to go so far. I laugh at her meager efforts.
"It's not even locked," I tell her. "Maybe I'll leave it open sometime, just to taunt you more."
"You're a-a monster," she whispers. "You can't do this to me. I'll kill myself."
"No, you won't," I smirk. "Here's the thing about hurting yourself, Dove. You only want to do it until you have to start fighting for your life. But I don't expect you to understand that now. Soon enough, though, you'll learn your lesson."
"Stay away from me," she hisses when I come closer. "I'm going to hurt you!"
"Sure you will," I smirk. "Sit on the floor in front of the mirror like a good girl."
She crouches, glaring at me as I close the distance between us. "I'll never obey you again."
"So naive," I tell her. "You'll change your mind soon enough. Now sit."
"Or?" Her eyes are full of defiance, and it's kind of adorable. "You're going to hurt me?"
"Not you," I smile. "Maybe Elise. Maybe Raphael. Someone in your life, anyway."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm dead fucking serious, Dove. Now sit the fuck down."
Her eyes sparkle with anger, but in the end, she does as she's told. She's such a good little girl deep down. So deeply obedient. I'll have fun bringing that side of her out to play.
"Good girl."
"Don't fucking call me that."
"Shut up, Dove." I kneel behind her. "Look at your reflection."
"No."
"You really want them to get hurt?" Gently, I move the hair off her collarbone so it falls in a silky waterfall down her back. "I'd be more than happy to oblige..."
She lets out a sound I can't quite define and finally, reluctantly, meets my eyes in the mirror.
"Good girl." I kiss the top of her head. "See how good it feels to obey?"
"Fuck you."
"One thing at a time, Dove," I smirk. "Now spread your fucking legs."
She doesn't fight me this time, but I can tell how much she wants to. Still, she spreads her legs wide, knees falling open to reveal her naked pussy. She's shocked by the sight of it, glaring at me.
"Show me your cunt," I order her. "Spread those pretty lips. Show me how beautiful that achy snatch is for me."
Hesitantly, she reaches between her legs, slowly opening herself up for me. She may say she hates me, but her pussy doesn't lie. And I see how glistening wet it is for me, eager for me to plunge myself inside her.
"So beautiful," I mutter. "So fucking tempting. You want me to play with it?"
She shakes her head no vehemently.
"You sure about that, Dove?"
She just glares, but I take it as an invitation. Reaching between her legs, I elicit a gasp from her lips the second my fingertips connect with her sweet little cunt. She attempts to close her eyes, but I warn her with a stern flick of my fingers against her clit. She yelps, her eyes fly open, and she's staring at us in the mirror again while I smirk at her.
"Doesn't it feel good? Doesn't it make you love yourself a little more, knowing how good your body can make you feel?"
"No," she hisses, fighting the moan I know is fighting to escape her lips.
"You can lie to me all you want," I smirk. "But the truth is written all over your face, Dove."
I start massaging her tender clit and she struggles against me to no avail. I know exactly what I'm doing – bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm she doesn't want. I can't fucking wait to hear her moan for me. It's going to make my cock so goddamn hard.
"Look me in the eyes," I whisper in her ear. "In the mirror."
She does. I know it's a welcome reprieve for her, the fact that she doesn't have to look at herself.
"Tell me you love me," I grunt.
"No," she hisses instantly. "No fucking way."
"No?" I repeat innocently. "You want another task? You have to do that one, or someone gets fucking hurt. Let's say I'm feeling merciful."
"Anything else," she grunts.
"Look at yourself then," I laugh. "Right into your own eyes. Tell the girl in the mirror you love her, Dove. I'm going to keep toying with your sweet little cunt until you do."