Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 53: The Devil's Rod.

A low growl rumbled through him, vibrating against my body. "I want to introduce you to the devil's rod." My pulse thudded in my chest, a cold shiver wracking my spine. His solid frame flattened my skin, tingling where our bodies met. The heat radiating from him felt like a flame too close to extinguish. I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to glance at the guards we passed, their presence fading into the background.

A sharp kick at the door jolted me as we entered a dimly lit room. Glossy tiles reflected flecks of light like scattered stars.

He flung me onto the bed with enough force to rattle the frame. The lock clicked behind him, echoing in the silence. Grabbing a bottle of liquor, he drained it in one gulp, the liquid burning his throat.

I watched as he stripped off his suit jacket, tossing it aside. His dark, simmering eyes seemed to shrink the room.

"My little doctor," he hissed, stepping closer, his breath hot against my cheek. "Talking to another man at work?"

"You know there's a punishment for that... answer me," he snarled, fingers tangling in my hair with a clear warning.

I lowered my head, my pulse racing. Was this what our vacation had become? He was here to ensure I never escaped.

A tremor coiled tight in my gut. "No... no!" I stammered, pushing against him. The sneer on his lips widened, jerking me closer with a strong grip on my neck.

"From now on, everything I do to you... you'll enjoy," he whispered, his hand sliding under my red dress. He hooked his fingers under my thong and ripped them away with force. "Smile for me, little doctor," he mocked.

My heart leaped into my throat as he flicked his fingers across his tongue. With a predatory gaze, he caught the prey between the heat of my thighs. His fingers glided into me, sending vibrations throughout my body.

He paused just long enough to strip off his clothes, his lion-inked chest gleaming in the dim light. A brutal tug on my zipper tore my dress. The fabric fell in jagged shards, exposing my trembling skin to his ravenous gaze.

He pulled my legs over his shoulders, fingers digging into my hips. I whimpered as his palm slammed against my clit at a deadly pace.

His cock—veinous, frightening, and motionless—loomed above me. It wasn't just a magnificent dick; it was a devil's rod. He rammed into me, each thrust sinking deeper. My fingers clawed for something solid, but he pinned them above my head, leaving me helpless.

His other hand tormented my nipples, wrenching guttural screams from me. The room spun around my unfocused eyes as I groaned, "Please... stop."

He rolled me over, breath coming in ragged huffs. My body quaked, spurting, teeth chattering violently, my fists were hurting. The lower I arched, the harder he pounded into me. I was soaked, both in sweat and his briny spunk.

"Fuck!" I gasped as his fingers slashed across my flesh, stabbing my lower abdomen. "Slower..." I cried, the words trailing off as he jabbed his fingers into my mouth from behind, the bitter-sour taste choking me.

Lord Maximus didn't simply trespass my danger zones; he seized my entire body, leaving me a breathless mess, stuttering and gasping for oxygen. His hold on my hair was unbreakable, forcing me under his control. The only sounds in the room were my desperate wheezes and the harsh slap of flesh against skin.

"I'm the car here, you're just the race!" he breathed heavily, his voice thundering through my body. I shrieked as his palm clamped around my throat, sending fire shooting through my quivering breasts. "From now on, I'm your daddy," he roared, punctuating his words with a scorching smack on my ass.

This time, he moved at breakneck speed. "Don't fucking stop! Daddy." I mumbled behind a gruff moan, and when he pulled away, I shuddered, consumed by craving spasms. Even in the freezing chamber, sweat streamed down our bodies, the scent mingling with fading perfume, masking our splooge.

The blankets and my scarlet dress were drenched. I groaned, "Lord... Maximus," as he pushed his dripping, sticky cock toward my face, commanding me to suck it dry.

I slid him down my throat, my hands trembling around his length. I shook my head, gagging as he plunged deeper. "Good girl," he rumbled, his fingers tangling in my hair.

Abruptly, he backed off, and I writhed back to the bed in shock. I gulped hard, his milky spunk coating my lips. Even though I wasn't intoxicated, it felt like I was.

Lord Maximus claimed me wholly, his presence wrapping around me like the walls of a labyrinth, igniting an unexpected fire within. He stamped on my body like a manuscript with his devil's rod and fingers, leaving marks of rapture that burned into my skin.

But that was just the beginning; I craved more. My tattooed skin shimmered in the faint light as I touched myself, each stroke sending electric currents through my body.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment until his warm breath ghosted over my lips. Suddenly, a creaking sound cut through the tense air. I snapped my eyes open to find Lord Maximus standing at the threshold.

The tailored lines of his suit contrasted with the dim light, a playful smirk curling his lips. He turned to flee toward the door. "You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" he teased, his voice a low, tempting rumble that sent shivers through my body.

As the door began to close, a wave of wild yet terrible thoughts washed over me: Was this the start of something darker? A smile curled my lips as I realized that this was his room and his rules. Laid exposed on his bed, I reveled in the cool sheets against my flesh, reminding myself that I was fully naked.