Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 57: Abyss Of Dominion.

My mind raced, breath quickening, heart pounding in my chest. A few strands of hair fell onto my breasts, tickling my nipples. It felt like a frigid box in here, and the warmth radiating from his body was enough to raise my temperature.

I  couldn't resist him. "Let's be careful this time... and take it slowly..." I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

"Hush now, darling. Allow the darkness to consume our secrets, and let me seize control." He tightened his grip on my arm, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. He grabbed a case and carefully unclasped it on a nearby table.

He loomed over me, a black blindfold dangling in his hand. "Wives deserve this," he rasped, his voice a low growl. A thunderclap shook the room, rattling the glass panels.

The darkness was pierced by the red flicker of city lights, casting our shadows eerily on the walls. A flash of lightning illuminated the broad expanse of his chest, dotted with dark hairs. My eyes widened as goosebumps erupted on my skin—both terrified and strangely enthralled.

My lips glistened as he tied the blindfold around my eyes. The world narrowed to a single point of light before darkness consumed me, the blindfold tightening and sending tingles across my skin.

"If I can't fuck you now, at least I'll show you the language of submission," he whispered, his breath hot against my neck as he snapped my bra open. The sound of foam rustling against tiles followed before thunder struck again. My fingers reached for my breasts, fumbling with my swollen nipples.

I felt his hands dig beneath my lingerie, pulling slowly as he trailed his tongue down my legs until it finally slid off. He traced his fingers along the skin of my thigh, rough against the raw bruise he found. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his breath heavy with scent of smoke.

I whimpered, "Yes!"

The clinking of wrist cuffs jolted me as Lord Maximus pinned my hands against the balustrade. Just when I thought he was done, I felt my legs unnaturally spread over a pole, restrained by shackles binding my ankles.

My breaths came in ragged gasps as a cold dread settled in my stomach. He chuckled, tightening the cuffs on my wrists. "Relax, Martini. This is just the beginning."

I felt trapped, a prisoner in my own body, powerless under his control. His fingers grazed my throat, slowly wrapping around my neck before securing a collar that bit into my skin. It was tight—tight enough to choke out my senses, leaving me on the edge of surrender.

"We can't do this if you're so stiff," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. A cold liquid trickled down my skin, drenching me in a sticky sensation that made me shudder.

My body trembled as I felt its warmth seeping into my pores, a gnawing curiosity stirring within me. "What is that?" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

"Just a little extra wetness from the lubricant, darling," he cackled, his laughter sending a shiver down my spine.

"I want to see what you're doing," I pleaded, straining against the restraints as the icy metal dug deeper into my skin. A sharp pain shot through me, and I winced, my wrists twisting helplessly above my head.

"Beautiful things happen in the dark, my love." His voice vibrated through the room as thunder shook in the distance. His fingers traced the length of my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "You don't need your eyes for this," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Imagine I am your darkness, and just feel only me."

It was as if his voice seeped into my soul , consuming me with every sultry word. I exhaled sharply as his hot breath ghosted against my ear. "Feel everything I'm going to do to you, piccola dottoressa."

My heart thumped, wondering what he was going to do next as his tongue slipped into my mouth, claiming mine. I couldn't help but moan as a sound escaped my lips, muffled by his wicked kiss.

He shoved a ball gag into my mouth, choking me until my breaths came in shallow gasps. "I'd be the only light you see, the only thing you'll feel. Tonight, you're mine, body and soul."

His hands, rough and calloused, slammed against my buttocks with a stinging slap. A cold, unfamiliar object pressed against me, its smooth surface teasing my skin before it slowly invaded my butthole. I groaned as he pushed it inside, filling me in a way I both craved and feared.

"Does it hurt here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. I nodded slightly, the collar tightening like a noose around my neck, restricting my breath.

I gasped as a familiar whirring sound reverberated in my ears. Though I couldn't see it, I knew exactly what it was—the electric wand. My body quaked as it suddenly struck, crackling over my nipples.

It felt like my nerves were set ablaze, a searing shockwave jolting through me, blending pleasure with pain. I whimpered, the gag chafing my mouth and jaw.

I heard a subtle metallic click, and a chill crept up my nipples as I felt each clamp shut over them. A sharp squeal tore from my throat as they tightened, stinging my flesh. "Prove to me that you like this," he growled. I was slipping into the realm of total acquiescence, unsure of how far I would fall.