my life. I have no interest in anyone but my little, trouble making Katrina.
I move her head to the side and begin lightly chewing up and down her neck. The noises she makes are intoxicating.
“You cause me more trouble than a hundred women do. I know where you went today. I know everything about you, Katrina. Your poor, little, office boy is quite smitten with you. I believe that is your problem. You have never dealt with a real man—a man who holds the power of life and death in his hands, a man who holds the power of pleasure and pain…”
I continue nibbling on her neck as I quietly remove my belt. In one swift move, I grab her wrists and wrap the belt around them, dragging her to the bed and knotting it around a hook I have bolted in for this exact purpose.
I ignore her protests and screams as I make my way to my closet and grab another belt. It’s thicker and more brutal than the one I have used to subdue her.
I admire the view as I lift her skirt and remove my switchblade from my pocket. Her whole body stiffens with fear when she hears the locking device release the blade. Now we’re getting somewhere.
I bend down beside her body, which is lowered in the front with her ass jutted in the air. Her head is twisted with her face smashed down to the side.
Even though she is scared, she is also pissed and the fire coming from her eyes spurs me on to provoke her even more. What can I say? It’s fun.
I press the tip of the blade into her cheek and she immediately stiffens.
“It’s amazing how afraid a beautiful woman becomes when she is presented with the threat of being scarred. Perhaps I shall mark you, my love.”
I watch the vein in her neck go crazy as trepidation courses through her body.
“I am a very dangerous man, Katrina. I’ve tried to warn you and you won’t listen. I’ve been told by professionals that I’m a tad bit on the crazy side. Really, the only time I feel crazy is when I’m crossed. Oh, and things like you saying you don’t want to see me anymore and sneaking from my home—these things make me feel a little crazy too.”
I make my way to the end of the bed, slowly slicing through her skirt and watching her body tremble as I do so. I run my hand across her silky ass cheek to calm her down and then in one rapid movement, I slice through her g-string and she begins to tremble again. I’m purposely making her nervous and then calming her down just to fuck with her emotions.
I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her opening. I bring her right to the point of climaxing before I stand and strike her with the belt. Her scream reverberates off the walls and my cock is rock hard. When she begins to cry, I’m over the moon. She honestly doesn’t believe I am going to let her try and leave me does she?
Her body is racked with sobs as I make my way behind her, shoving her back up onto her knees. I find myself glad that we have been tested by my doctor because I want to feel every fold and crevice in her.
I push my pierced cock into her and I am home. Her sobs have now turned to sniffles and I’m buried within her, rotating my hips and pulling out as I continue to circle the walls of her pussy with my cock. When my tip reaches her opening and my cock has almost exited, I begin to taunt her with my words.
“Tell me how badly you need my discipline. Tell me you will never fucking leave me. Most of all, tell me you are mine…”
Katrina
I pull and tug at the belt he has used to restrain my arms with no success. He evokes so many contradicting emotions in me that I find myself questioning everything I once thought to be true. From one end of the spectrum to the other, he has my mind in a jumble until I can no longer decipher between pain and pleasure, fear and ecstasy, or clarity and confusion. For this allotted time, I am his to do with as he wishes and I have no desire to run, only to submit.
This man, this criminal, this killer, he affects me in ways that I have never
I move her head to the side and begin lightly chewing up and down her neck. The noises she makes are intoxicating.
“You cause me more trouble than a hundred women do. I know where you went today. I know everything about you, Katrina. Your poor, little, office boy is quite smitten with you. I believe that is your problem. You have never dealt with a real man—a man who holds the power of life and death in his hands, a man who holds the power of pleasure and pain…”
I continue nibbling on her neck as I quietly remove my belt. In one swift move, I grab her wrists and wrap the belt around them, dragging her to the bed and knotting it around a hook I have bolted in for this exact purpose.
I ignore her protests and screams as I make my way to my closet and grab another belt. It’s thicker and more brutal than the one I have used to subdue her.
I admire the view as I lift her skirt and remove my switchblade from my pocket. Her whole body stiffens with fear when she hears the locking device release the blade. Now we’re getting somewhere.
I bend down beside her body, which is lowered in the front with her ass jutted in the air. Her head is twisted with her face smashed down to the side.
Even though she is scared, she is also pissed and the fire coming from her eyes spurs me on to provoke her even more. What can I say? It’s fun.
I press the tip of the blade into her cheek and she immediately stiffens.
“It’s amazing how afraid a beautiful woman becomes when she is presented with the threat of being scarred. Perhaps I shall mark you, my love.”
I watch the vein in her neck go crazy as trepidation courses through her body.
“I am a very dangerous man, Katrina. I’ve tried to warn you and you won’t listen. I’ve been told by professionals that I’m a tad bit on the crazy side. Really, the only time I feel crazy is when I’m crossed. Oh, and things like you saying you don’t want to see me anymore and sneaking from my home—these things make me feel a little crazy too.”
I make my way to the end of the bed, slowly slicing through her skirt and watching her body tremble as I do so. I run my hand across her silky ass cheek to calm her down and then in one rapid movement, I slice through her g-string and she begins to tremble again. I’m purposely making her nervous and then calming her down just to fuck with her emotions.
I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her opening. I bring her right to the point of climaxing before I stand and strike her with the belt. Her scream reverberates off the walls and my cock is rock hard. When she begins to cry, I’m over the moon. She honestly doesn’t believe I am going to let her try and leave me does she?
Her body is racked with sobs as I make my way behind her, shoving her back up onto her knees. I find myself glad that we have been tested by my doctor because I want to feel every fold and crevice in her.
I push my pierced cock into her and I am home. Her sobs have now turned to sniffles and I’m buried within her, rotating my hips and pulling out as I continue to circle the walls of her pussy with my cock. When my tip reaches her opening and my cock has almost exited, I begin to taunt her with my words.
“Tell me how badly you need my discipline. Tell me you will never fucking leave me. Most of all, tell me you are mine…”
Katrina
I pull and tug at the belt he has used to restrain my arms with no success. He evokes so many contradicting emotions in me that I find myself questioning everything I once thought to be true. From one end of the spectrum to the other, he has my mind in a jumble until I can no longer decipher between pain and pleasure, fear and ecstasy, or clarity and confusion. For this allotted time, I am his to do with as he wishes and I have no desire to run, only to submit.
This man, this criminal, this killer, he affects me in ways that I have never
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