Twisted Deal

Chapter 7

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Matteo

I stand over her, watching as she lies on the floor, her body trembling and her face streaked with tears. Her chin is smeared with my release, a stark reminder of her disobedience and the punishment that followed. The sight of her, so vulnerable and fragile, only reinforces my control and dominance over her.

"You look so delicate like this," I say, my voice cold and devoid of sympathy. "All bruised and broken, yet still defiant. It's almost poetic. You thought you could defy me and get away with it, but now you know the consequences."

She remains still, her breathing ragged and uneven as she tries to recover from the punishment. Her eyes, though filled with tears, still hold a flicker of defiance that I find both frustrating and intriguing. I enjoy the struggle within her, the fight to maintain some semblance of her own will despite the overwhelming force of my dominance.

I watch as Lisa struggles to her feet, her body weak and her movements slow. The sight of her, still so marked and trembling, is both satisfying and unsettling. I retrieve a pink sex toy from my drawer.

"Stand against the wall, doll," I command, my tone firm and unwavering. "Face the wall and keep your body still."

Lisa obeys, her steps unsteady as she moves to the wall and positions herself as instructed. Her back is turned to me, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her submission. I can see her reflection in the mirror, her fear and resignation palpable.

I approach her, the toy in hand, and position myself behind her. "Now, bend over and spread your legs," I order, my voice cold and authoritative. "You will keep this position until I tell you otherwise."

As she complies, I watch her carefully, my eyes taking in every detail. The toy is meant to serve as both a physical reminder of her submission and a psychological tool to reinforce her obedience. It will push her boundaries, challenge her limits, and, ultimately, force her to confront her place under my control.

I press the toy against her center, feeling the firmness of it against her skin as I carefully align it. The moment it makes contact, her body tenses, and I can see her gasp through the slight tremors that run down her spine. Her reaction is immediate and visceral, but she remains silent, her resolve holding as she remembers the rules.

The air between us is thick with tension as I push the toy inside her slowly, savoring the way her body reacts to the intrusion. She struggles to stay still, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps. I can see the conflict in her eyes, a mixture of fear and determination. Her obedience is palpable, even in her discomfort.

"Good doll," I murmur, my voice low and taunting. "You're doing well. No sounds unless I allow them. Remember, you're to remain silent and still."

I keep my hand on the toy, adjusting it gently to ensure she feels every sensation, every shift of pressure. Her body continues to react, her muscles tightening and relaxing in response to the movement. It's a delicate balance of control and restraint, each adjustment a test of her ability to follow my commands without breaking.

"Stay like this," I command, stepping back slightly to observe her. "No moving, no speaking. Just follow my instructions, and you'll get through this."

Her compliance is crucial, and I watch intently, studying every flicker of emotion on her face. The vulnerability she shows only adds to the power I hold over her, a constant reminder of her position and the consequences of disobedience.

I pull out my phone, the device glinting under the light as I swipe through the screen to locate the app that controls the toy. I feel a grim satisfaction as I select the vibration settings, knowing that I can manipulate the sensations she's experiencing. My eyes shift to her as I prepare to test her limits.