A Night To Taste

Chapter 29: The Sinner

A smirk lifts on my lips as I look at the vulnerable creature in front of me. And yes, not to mention, she wore everything I sent her. Fucking everything. Including that stupid blindfold.

I was tempted to take her as soon as I saw her an year ago. Only I know how I kept myself calm and did not do anything stupid like kidnapping her in front of like- two hundred witnesses.

That was the day I found a purpose of life. My life. But I am not a good man and did not decide to achieve that purpose like any sane person would do. And I am not sane. Instead I was tempted to grab that neck and snap it or choke her. Anything would work. I wanted to tear her apart with each passing second. I wanted to ruin her and destroy all that innocence. I am still trying to do that. And winning too. 

But all the thoughts of killing her have vanished. All I want to do is claim her. Make her scream and chant my name like a fucking mantra till her throat gets sore and my name is the only one in her mind and which will be on those lips ever again. If any other name falls from those lips, every single person with that name will disappear at the very same second. And dear mouse, don't you dare do that mistake or it will be his- or their- end and I will make you watch them slowly and torturously dying while I claim you from behind. And I will don't think twice. Remember this.

I close the door behind me and resist the urge to laugh at that mouse. She gets turned on alone by my presence. I will always be obliged to you Your Highness for honoring me with this. But first let me honor you with my cum.

I step towards her and she gets more flushed with each step. I stand in front of her and tip her chin. My mouse wore all of this just for me. I can see her nipples poking out from the silky material and I have this urge to grab those tits and suck them till I don't who I am. I really don't know who I am even now. It doesn't make any difference then.

I lean down to whisper in her ear but I don't. I have an idea and its a game. Let's play for some time.

I drag my hand down her back till it reaches those knots she tied. If I could do this, I would have framed it and showcased to the world that my mouse did this on her own. I can still do but there is an urgency to fuck her first. My cock is hard enough to dig a hole in my pants. Or hammer some nails.

She releases a relaxed sigh as soon as I am done with those knots. The sweet voice of hers sends shivers down my spine and blood rushing to my cock.

I am tempted to strip her right here but I have some other plans to begin with. And oh! She thinks I am scary and threw the thought of me naked out of her head. Then baby, you don't exactly know what darkness lurks behind and its better if you stay out of it. And about the naked part? I will gladly throw all my clothes just to make her believe me. But only when she agrees to get naked too. But I am not in the mood to strip today. Maybe later.

Never mind. I take a step back and my mouse notices it. Hmm. Now its getting interesting. I take another step. To get on with my plans, she must get off that bed. And I am not in the mood to be harsh on her. Maybe I will be gentle on her this time which I was not earlier. But still she gave me a hard time washing her blood off my dick.

"Come and find me, moya mysh." I whisper.

She is at the other side of room and I am here near the table. My plans for tonight start and end with this thing. Her feet comes to a halt and I realize how badly I fucked up.

Okay. I was there in the club. And I was in her room too. It looks normal to me. I do this every time- I mean, fooling people- but never had I ever thought about it from her perspective.

Fuck. I watch all the soften features of her face go away as something much stronger grows upon her. Hatred. I am hated by many people but getting hated by her is a stab straight to the heart. If I have one.