“Boss” Wayne said with a curt nod.
I turned my gaze away from him because I don’t trust myself enough, I might just pounce on him and tear his throat out, ending him once and for all.
“Harmony, this is Wayne” I said introducing them even though I know they’ve met.
Harmony turned to him nervously and she seemed to want to run away.
“Look at me. Wayne does not want to fuck you, he doesn’t care about what’s between your legs. Instead he would be more than happy to put a few bullets in your head. If you see all men as sexual predators, Wayne should not be involved, see him as a killing machine instead”
Her eyes widened and she turned to Wayne again, all the nervousness in them were gone without a trace and it was replaced with common fear. Good, t least she wouldn’t have a problem with staying beside him and carrying out his instructions.
I turned to Wayne.
“The same goes for you, she’s to be delivered and you’re to return back home. Don’t think of her as a female, she’s a package and you’re the delivery man”
I might have left a trace of bitterness and anger in my voice as I spoke because he almost turned gray.
“You both can leave now”
I had important things to attend to, my dear Jenna was in my pleasure room. I had never taken her there, not because I didn’t want to show her this erotic and dark part of myself, but because she had never done something as wicked as referring to another male as anything more than what he is.. Ordinary.
Until Wayne.
The anger for her forgetting about our baby and taking that alcohol in the party had merged and I wanted her to see red. I had tied her up before, I had shown her how rough I could be that she felt sore for days later but now… I wanted to break her.
Jealously burned through me and I could taste it like gall on my tongue. After making sure that Wayne and the package had left, I walked back to the pleasure room.
The door opened to reveal Jenna in the position I left her. I walked up to her and brushed my fingers through her soft silky hair. I wonder what would happen after this… Would she leave me?
The thought sent my heart into a quick crazy dance but I comforted myself with her vow, and I knew that she would never leave me, never. She had fallen deeply in love with me just as I am with her, she had bonded and attached with me, nothing could seperate us, not even a few drops of blood that I want to draw from her skin today.
I walked to the room and turned on the small screen, the hidden camera had been recording while was gone, I played it in 2x speed to see if she moved, she didn’t.
I couldn’t help the chuckled that was threatening to spill.
“What should I do with you?” I asked her as I approached her.
“Christian, what is this?” She asked me, I could hear uncertainty in her voice.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her.
“Yes ” she said without hesitation.
“I know ” I said raising her chin up so she could look at me, I tightened my hold a little and she winced, it made my cock jerk.
“Christian, it’s hurting me” she said softly. I released her chin and brought my hand down to her beautiful neck. I pulled and she winced again, my cock jerked.
“Stand ” I said and she stood up.
I walked to the corner of the room and she came with me. I took her hands and fastened it to the chain in the ceiling.
“Christian?” She asked in uncertainty, that level of timidness in her voice made my cock swell behind my pants.
I reached down and stroked it through my pants, she looked down and she watched with delight as I pleased myself.
Forgetting that her hands were held up, she moved towards me and she was yanked backwards. She looked up to meet my eyes, her cheeks were stained red with a blush.
“You fucking bastard” she said and the meaness in her voice turned me on.
“You knew I couldn’t touch you and yet you..” she stopped talking as I pulled down my pants and boxers at the time, exposing my semi hard cock. She swallowed hard as she stared down at me, I brought my hand to her mouth and she raised her eyes to look up at me, her eyes widened with shock and lust as she understood what I wanted.
She spat on my hand and I brought it down to my cock, moving my wet fingers around the head and down the shaft, pumping myself roughly and hard.
She moaned and fought for her freedom again, she looked at my eyes and demanded that I release her. Unfortunately for her, I was in total control and I was only teasing her, so that she would mindlessly do whatever I asked her without thinking twice, so that she would be blinded by desire and lust and want that even if I told her to suck my blood, she would do it.
I keep on pumping myself hard, precum spilled from the tip of my cock, down to the floor.
“Christian, please” she begged trying once more to break free from her chains.
I walked towards her and she leaned in and kissed me deeply, hungrily… Madly.
“Baby” she moaned into my mouth desperately.
It was enough for me to say to hell with the torture, take her to bed and fuck her brains out, but I step away and proceeded to take off her clothes. She was panting through her parted plump lips as I took off everything that hid her body from me.
“How about some role play?” I asked her.
It was needful to bring her out of her identity and place her in a completely different mentality because of the things I was set to do to her, the Jenna I respect and cherish.
Would never agree to such degrading sexual fetishes, it would she?