I edge away from his door, moving back down the hallway to the kitchen. I glance around nervously before grabbing a heavy pan from the cupboard and going over to the door, raising the pan up high and looking at my target, the window.
“Please let this work, and please, please, please don’t let him hear this.”
I swing the pan forward with all my strength.
32
Z
I watch Violet’s fruitless attempts at escape with amusement, searching everywhere for the keys which don’t leave my room unless in my pocket, the rest of the time staying locked away in a small safe hidden under my bed in the darkest corner.
I see her tears as they fall when she finds the suitcase of her possessions I brought from her home, and it makes me hard. I want to see them up close, smell and taste them on her skin. I shudder in a deep breath, calming myself.
Then, when she backs out of my bathroom with a look of despair and lust on her face, I smirk. I recognize the look on her that matches the one I feel inside whenever I inhale her scent. Except mine is tainted with anger rather than despair.
Those are the times I want the most to dive into her little body and make her scream for me. To make her feel the pain of my invasion into her body and soul, marking and claiming her as mine.
When I see her standing outside my door, a frightened look on her face, I dare her to try it. Go on, little flower, and try it. See if I am sleeping, intrude on my domain. This room has no rules, if you ever set foot in here without permission, prepare to feel pain. I fucking dare you to try it.
I'm almost disappointed when she doesn't, backing away like a demon is hiding behind the door, waiting to grab and ravish her. She wouldn't be entirely wrong in thinking that.
I adjust the cameras to follow her movements as she heads back downstairs. I quietly slip out of my room and follow after her, and when I see her heading for the kitchen again a smile encompasses my face. She is going to try it, and how I will enjoy making my little flower sorry for it, while she begs me for the pain and pleasure I want to inflict on her gorgeous body.
I peer around the doorframe, making sure to keep out of sight. Watching, waiting to see what she’ll do. When I see her grab a heavy pan from one of the cupboards, I silently egg her on, daring her.
When she swings the pan at the window, it cracks the glass but it doesn't break. She lets out a low, angry scream, and I lunge at her, pulling her arms behind her back and removing the pan from her grasp before she can even work out what happened. I throw it across the room where it lands with a crash.
I lean over her shoulder, warm breath blowing in her ear, as I murmur sinisterly "Do you remember what I promised, little flower?"
“You bastard, how could you do this to me?”
“Easily. You were always going to be mine, flower. I just had to reach out and take you, so I did. You walked straight into my clutches Violet, I wasn’t about to ignore that.”
Holding her wrists together with one hand I push her over to the table that sits against the far wall, bending her over it. She wails and struggles, fighting me so I smack the luscious ass that is on display for me in her tight leggings. Then I lean over her, pushing her flat against the table, and pressing my erection against her ass, as both a warning and a promise.
33
Violet
I jolt when he spanks my ass, and I can’t help the trickle of fear and desire that moves through me when I feel his hard cock pressed against me.
“Answer me,” Z demands, “Do you remember what I said about trying to escape?”
His other hand fists my hair and tugs it so that I am arched up against him, the position strangely erotic considering the circumstances.
“Yes!” I gasp out, grinding my teeth together so I won’t moan.
He lets go, pushing me back down by my wrists, and pinning me with one hand, sliding his other hand down my back agonizingly slowly. I let out an involuntary shudder at his touch. I don't know what I want. He doesn't seem to care though as he smacks my ass again, sharper this time, making me shriek out in shock and pain.
Z finds the waistband of my leggings and yanks them down harshly, ripping them from me. Cool air kisses my thighs and sore ass, and I shiver.
“Such beautiful skin. Even more now with my handprint staining it red.”
His fingers trace over the soft silk of my panties, slowly inching them inside to touch my pussy. As his fingers brush against my clit, I moan softly hoping he doesn’t hear it. He circles it once before moving lower, and I close my eyes in shame, knowing what he’ll find.
“Violet, are you wet for me? Dirty little flower, you are dripping,” He says smugly, swirling his fingers in and out.
I want to curl up and cry, I want to scream and shout and fight him, but a part of me can’t deny that I want this. That I want him, and it doesn't matter how afraid he makes me. I let out a small sob, confusion and desire overwhelming my body, as a flush of want covers my skin.