Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 12: The Infernal Submit.

The chair twirled to a languid halt before it suddenly stopped with a jerk. "Do you pleasure yourself with those fingers?" he asked, his voice a low drawl as he narrowed his eyes.

I whipped my head from side to side in vehement denial, my hands clenching into fists. "Let's see how they make you scream, shall we?" His gaze dropped to my hands.

"Dig a finger into your cunt now!" he growled, leaning closer until his words brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my core.

"I... can't," I replied, my lips pursing into a thin line. I grunted, straining against his wrist. He yanked my hair, a lancinating pain shooting through my scalp. "Are you scared, my little doctor?" A sadistic smile twisted his lips as he taunted, cocking the pistol within his grasp.

My eyes widened in terror, a dry lump forming in my throat. I slackened my fists, stretching out a finger and moving towards it. I felt its smooth surface skimming against my cunt before I slowly slipped it in. My legs jerked in response, my senses freezing as I thrust in and out.

"Good girl, you learn quickly," he murmured, looming closer until he was only an inch away from me.

"Faster," he snarled, smoke swirling around us. A strangled sound escaped my lips, a smothered whimper that vibrated against the chair. It turned into a guttural moan when my finger lost control.

The speed ignited a throbbing pulse between my legs, leaving me to struggle for breath. I felt him fisting my shoulders down to my back, the icy metallic touch of the ring on his fingers sending shivers down my bits.

"Put that finger in your mouth?" he commanded with a sly grin. My finger, slippery and warm, followed, pushing past my tongue in a silent intrusion. A sour tang formed on my tongue, a mix of salty and sour, as I realized I was tasting myself from my fingers. I had never tasted anything so intense before.

Meeting his intense gaze, I raised my hands, only to have Lord Maximus forcefully bring them down. His callous fingers played on my breasts, sending several jolts through me. A soft moan escaped my lips, yet he persisted, his touch searing and exploring without pause.

"Never have I felt this way," I muttered under my ragged breath. Heat flushed through me with every stinging blow, a delicious torture that both repelled and enticed me, yet a strange inertia held me rooted to the spot.

Lord Maximus spanked my thighs fervently, each strike leaving a fiery imprint that tinted my skin with a reddish hue.

My shoulders slumped back to the armrest. "Has he planned this all along?" I asked myself, my eyes fluttering open and closed as he lowered his head towards my cunt, his fingers wildly stroking every bit of me. I shut my eyes, expecting something more.

But suddenly, I heard a creak. I shuddered; it was Lord Maximus drifting away from me. "You bewitched me with those seductive curves," he sneered, lighting up a cigarette.

I felt a tremor running through me, and I began to feel a chill amidst the tense atmosphere. My gaze darted between his eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. His lips brushed my forehead in a momentary gesture of false tenderness, wiping away the glistening trails on his own cheek.

Everything felt like a charm. His dangerous fingers had marked me, leaving me weak in the chair. With a snap of his fingers, he commanded, "Rise and dress yourself.

Despite my wobbly legs, I met his gaze, my pupils constricting to pinpoints. A tremor shot through me, but I straightened, my chin jutting out. I snatched my clothes from the table, the material a blur as I threw them on.