Yes, she’d definitely mentioned that she’d chosen to dress up as The Dark Phoenix.
I wasn’t familiar with comic books, but I’d provide them for her amusement. After some searching online, I managed to find first editions of the story she wanted at a store in New York. I fired off an email to one of my men, a low-level underling who’d do any grunt work I gave him without question. I arranged his overnight flight to New York and a morning return to Chicago, giving him just enough time to get to the store and purchase the items I’d selected for Samantha.
By the time I finished, she was completely limp in her bonds, the ropes caressing her body as they held her aloft.
I put my laptop away and closed the distance between us, kneeling beside her and leaning in so she could feel the heat of my words on her neck. “Is my pet sleepy? Or horny?”
A pitiful, needy whimper teased around the gag, providing me with the response I desired.
“I have a few questions for you, kinky virgin,” I murmured, keeping my voice low and even. “If you’re honest with me, I’ll let you come.”
I finally unbuckled the leather straps that kept the rubber ball between her teeth, tugging it free so she could speak. She swallowed several times, regaining the use of her tongue.
“I’m the first man to touch you, is that true?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered softly.
“But you know about BDSM. You’ve been to a club. You knew what the flogger was when I used it on you, even though no one has disciplined you before, correct?”
“Yes,” she confirmed again.
“I want you to tell me how you know these things.”
“Porn,” she responded. “I watched Dex’s porn.”
Something ugly stirred in my gut at another man’s name issuing from her lips, but I kept my tone even and calm. “And who is Dex? You’ve mentioned him a few times.”
“He’s my…my best friend.”
Some of the tension inside me eased, but that didn’t clear away my confusion. “Why did you watch your friend’s porn?”
“I wanted to know what he liked. So, I hacked into his browser history.”
“Why would you care what kind of porn your friend watches?”
“I love him.” Her slurred words made rage ignite within me, my possessive fury swelling to fill my entire being.
I gripped her jaw hard, my harsh touch on the edge of violence. “Look at me,” I snarled.
Her eyes snapped open, her pupils immediately dilating with fear when she met my furious glare. She tried to scramble away, but the ropes held her fast, twisting and tightening around her. The fresh sensations elicited a moan, and her lashes fluttered as bliss began to fog her mind again.
My fingers firmed around her jaw, forcing her face up to mine. “No,” I commanded roughly. “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened once again, her full attention riveted on me. Her intense focus eased some of my ire, but not the possessive heat that burned in my chest.
“You’re mine,” I growled. “From now on, you don’t think about other men. You exist to please me.” I reached between her legs, driving two fingers into her wet heat. My palm curved against her clit, locking her cunt in a proprietary hold. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, the sound holding an edge of pain. I curled my fingers against her g-spot, intent on drowning her in pleasure so intense that I obliterated all thoughts of other men from her psyche.
“You’re mine,” I declared, savage. “Your body, your mind. All of you. Your pain, your pleasure, they belong to me.” I released her jaw so I could twist her nipple. She shrieked at the shock of pain, even as her core contracted around my fingers.
“Come for me. Come for your Master.”
I continued to pinch and pull at her nipples as I ruthlessly pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy, rotating my palm against her clit. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she screamed as her orgasm claimed her.
Driven by mad possessiveness, I crushed my lips to hers, tasting the flavor of her scream, her surrender to my declaration of ownership. I devoured her, my teeth sinking into her lower lip as I continued to assail her with pain, using it to tether her to me. And to punish her for uttering another man’s name.
I subjugated her mouth with mine; an act of force and dominance.
She continued to come, her pussy fluttering around my relentless fingers as she moaned against my lips. I didn’t show any mercy until she shuddered and whined, her sex growing sore and sensitive from my rough treatment.