Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

“Good girl.” I rub her reddened cheeks while my eyes stare at the base of the butt plug I just pushed into her ass. I walk to the side of the coffee table and sit on the couch, looking over her shaking, tied-down body.

Her cries have subsided, but her heavy breathing can be heard over the crying woman on TV. I’m going to prepare every hole she has. Fucking her cunt will be a privilege for her. I’ll still make sure she gets off because there’s power in that, but her body will learn to climax in other ways than having her pussy filled.

“Hai-dyn,” she says, her voice trembling. “What…what’s in me?” She sniffs.

I reach out and slide the coffee table closer to the couch. Gripping a handful of her hair, I yank her cheek up off the glass and wrap my free hand around her delicate neck as I whisper in her ear. “It’s a butt plug, doll face. You’re going to beg me to fuck that ass of yours, so I have to stretch it.” Not a total lie.

“No…” She tries to shake her head, but my hand prevents it.

“Yes,” I tell her. “I’m going to fuck it and then watch my cum leak from it.” It’s going to be a glorious sight.

She whimpers, knowing it’s true. “It hurts.” She struggles with the ropes around her wrists.

I smile. “That means it’s working.”

“What’s working?”

I don’t answer. “Want me to play with your pussy? Will that help take your mind off it?” The plug is on the smaller side. It’s not meant to stretch her this very night, just to keep a little something inside for the time being.

She sucks in a deep breath. “Yes…please?”

“Okay, doll face.” I kiss the side of her face, tasting the salt from her tears and sweat. Fuck, she tastes amazing! I can’t wait until she shows me how obedient she can be, and I reward her by letting her sit on my face. I’m dying to taste her.

Letting go of her, I gather all of her hair in my right hand and hold her face up once again. “Watch your show,” I tell her, and my left hand drops between her open legs. “You’re soaked, Charlotte. It’s all over the pillow.”

She groans, shaking her ass for me as my fingers massage her cunt. She tries to rock back and forth so one will slide in, but I keep them where I want them.

“Please, Haidyn. I need to come. Make me come.”

I smile as she rambles. She’s getting good at using her words. “This visit isn’t about pleasure, Charlotte.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

She lets out a frustrated growl, her head fighting for me to release her hair. I don’t.

“Oooww,” she cries out.

“What hurts?” I ask, already knowing.

“My stomach,” she answers. “It’s cramping. What-why does it hurt my stomach?”

“This is a punishment, doll face,” I say vaguely.

“I’m sorry.” Her body shakes, and I push a finger into her pussy, loving how tight she is.

“I know, but it’s too late.”

“Haidyn.” She yanks on the rope. “Please…take it out.”

“I’m timing you, and you’re not done yet,” I inform her.

I placed something inside her before I added the butt plug to her ass. I want my girl prepared for what I’m going to give her, which means I’m going to make sure she’s ready. I want her to question everything her body feels and why. Is it me bringing it to meet my needs? Is it her wanting new things? She’ll always wonder, and no other man will be able to get her as high as I will.

“How much longer?” she asks breathlessly.

“When the hourglass is done, I’ll untie you.” Time messes with your head. Being forced to sit and watch it tick by makes the time slower.

“I can’t. Oh God, the burn…the cramps.”

I slap her pussy, making her cry out. Then I shove two fingers into her. “That better?”

She’s panting, unable to speak.

“How about this?” I add another, feeling the plug in her ass and pushing against it.

“Yes, oh fuck…” She rocks back and forth on the table, making it rattle as she tries to fuck my fingers.

I’d give anything to keep her tied like this for a solid twenty-four hours. Just teasing and messing with her until she passes out from exhaustion. And then when she woke up, I’d already be balls deep inside her.

I have many reasons as to why she’s my newest toy, but I’ll never let her know the main one.

CHARLOTTE

My body moves on its own, but my mind is on my stomach. I have the worst cramps I’ve ever had. I part my lips to beg him to stop, but a moan comes out instead.

“I love the way your body begs to be used,” he says as his fingers fuck my soaked pussy.

I’m panting, and a line of drool falls from my parted lips. I’m unable to swallow due to the position of my neck with his fist in my hair. My fisted hands yank on the ropes, and my heavy eyes stare at the hourglass in front of the TV, but I don’t see it. All I hear is the blood rushing in my ears as that sensation between my legs grows hotter.

“That’s it, doll face. Concentrate on my fingers. Ride them, Charlotte. Show me how much you want to come.”

That cramping returns, and fresh tears sting my eyes. What’s happening to me? I feel like I’m being pulled in different directions. Pain, pleasure. Then pain again.

He removes his fingers, and I slump on the sweat-covered table. Then his belt hits my already tender ass, and I cry out.

“I never thought you’d get so turned on from pain, Charlotte. But I’m more than willing to give you what you like.”

Swat.

“Please…” I gasp, flinching.

His fingers return to my pussy, and he doesn’t stop this time. My breath is taken away completely as he brings me to another mind-blowing orgasm. I’m so far gone that I don’t even realize he’s untied me until he picks me up off the table. I lie spent across his arms as he carries me out of the living room.

My heavy eyes look around aimlessly as he carries me to the bathroom. He lowers my feet to the floor and guides me to lean over the bathroom counter, and I don’t even fight him. I’m ready for whatever he’s prepared to do.

“Relax, doll face,” he says, gently rubbing my back before his hand lowers down over my stinging ass cheek and falls between my still shaking legs. “I’m going to remove the butt plug.”

I’m still trying to catch my breath and my body has no strength left to fight anything. I feel him tug on the plug before my body gives way to the pressure, and he pulls it free. I slump against the counter as the cramping returns.

He pulls me to stand and turns me to face him. With a hand in my hair, he forces my heavy eyes to look up into his. “The butt plug was to make sure you held the suppositories in place.”

I blink, my mind trying to comprehend what he’s saying, but the pain in my stomach has all of my attention, and I’m shuffling from foot to foot.

His eyes search mine. “You did good, doll face. I’m going to help you to the restroom so you can relieve yourself.” Letting go of my hair, he helps sit me down on the toilet, then he steps back, closing me inside. And just like at the doctor’s office, I cry once again as my cum runs from my pussy after something my body should not have enjoyed.