The gag came off with a rough tug, the fabric falling away from Silas's mouth. She gasped, her lungs burning as she sucked in air, but before she could form a scream, a hand clamped over her jaw, forcing her face upward.
"Go ahead," Kael whispered, his thumb pressing into the hollow of her cheek. "Scream. Call the guards. I disabled the wards in this room an hour ago. No one is coming. Arthur is passed out drunk in the guest wing, and the staff knows better than to interrupt the lady of the house when her door is locked."
Silas's chest heaved. Her silver eyes, usually cold enough to freeze magma, were wide with a mixture of fury and undeniable terror.
"You... you won't get away with this," she hissed, her voice raspy. "I am a B-Rank Warlock. The Founding Families will hunt you to the ends of the earth."
Kael laughed. It was a soft, chilling sound. He released her jaw and sat back on his haunches, straddling her thighs. He was still naked, his body a roadmap of violence and power. Between his legs, his cock, thick and veined, rested against her stomach. It was a heavy, pulsing weight, radiating a heat that seeped through the fabric of her blouse.
"B-Rank," Kael mocked, his fingers walking up her sternum. "Look at you. Trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Where is your magic now, Silas? Where is the woman who branded a child like cattle?"
He grabbed the collar of her blouse. With a sudden, violent tear, the fabric ripped open. Buttons pinged against the headboard. Her breasts, encased in a black lace bra, spilled into the candlelight.
Silas flinched, trying to twist away, but the Nullweave ropes held her fast. "Don't touch me, you filth!"
"Filth?" Kael tilted his head. He reached behind her back, unclasping the bra with a practiced snap. He pulled the lace away, exposing her to the cool air.
Her breasts were heavy, mature, and pale, untouched by the sun. They sat high on her chest, defying her age, the nipples a soft, dusty pink, currently hardened from the chill—and the adrenaline.
"You have the body of a queen," Kael murmured, his hand cupping one mound. He squeezed, not gently, but possessively, feeling the weight of it. "But you act like a frightened girl."
He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard.
"Ah!" Silas gasped, her back arching involuntarily.
"Sensitive," Kael noted, a cruel smirk touching his lips. "Arthur doesn't touch you enough, does he? Too busy being scared of you. But I'm not scared."
He shifted his weight backward, his hands sliding down her ribs, leaving trails of heat. He grabbed the waistband of her pencil skirt and yanked it down, tearing the expensive fabric. Then, her panties—silk, black, elegant. He ripped them aside without ceremony.
Silas clenched her thighs, a last ditch effort at modesty, but Kael forced them apart. He stared down at her exposed sex.
Her pussy was neatly trimmed, a strip of dark hair leading to the pink, glistening folds of her slit. Despite her anger, despite the fear, there was a glisten there. A sheen of slick wetness that betrayed her body's primal response to the dominance in the air.
"Look at that," Kael whispered, running a rough finger down the slit. "Your mind says hate. Your cunt says 'hello'."
"Stop it!" Silas snarled, her face flushing crimson with shame. She tried to kick, but the ropes held her ankles fast.
Kael ignored her. He used two fingers to spread her outer lips, exposing the delicate inner flesh and the swollen bud of her clit. It was throbbing, a tiny engine of pleasure she couldn't turn off.
"Do you know what Lyra screamed when I took her?" Kael asked casually, positioning his middle finger at Silas's entrance. "She screamed that she loved me. She begged for my cum."
He thrust his finger inside.
Silas's breath hitched. Her walls clenched around the intrusion, hot and tight. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this—with raw, unapologetic force.
"She's a better student than you," Kael said, curling his finger upward, searching for that rough patch of nerves.
"She's... she's a child... you monster..." Silas panted, her hips twitching.
"She's a woman," Kael corrected, finding the spot. He pressed down.
Silas's eyes widened. A jolt of electricity, sharper than any spell, shot through her core. Her hips bucked.
"Found it," Kael grinned. He didn't stop. He began to pump his finger in and out, a steady, relentless rhythm. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. The sound of her arousal was loud in the quiet room.
"No... stop... I won't..." Silas moaned, shaking her head from side to side. But her body was betraying her. Her hips began to roll, meeting his hand in tiny, desperate thrusts.
"You remember the lab, Silas?" Kael asked, adding a second finger, stretching her open. "Room 404. You stood there and watched them peel my skin off. You watched them test my pain tolerance."
He thrust harder, his fingers becoming a blur.
"You wanted to see limits," Kael growled. "Now, let's test yours."
He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles.
"AAAH!" Silas screamed, her back arching off the bed. The pressure was building too fast. It was humiliating and it felt like a dam breaking inside her.
"Cum for me, Silas," Kael commanded. "Show me what a cold bitch looks like when she breaks."
"NO! I—AAAAHHH!"
Her body seized. Her thighs clamped around his hand, trapping him there as her pussy spasmed, gushing slick fluid over his fingers. She came violently, her toes curling, her breath catching in a silent scream.
Kael didn't stop.
"One," he counted.
He pulled his dripping fingers out, only to shove three back in.
Silas gasped, her oversensitive walls screaming. "No! Too much! Please!"
"Please?" Kael mocked. "Did you stop when I begged? Did you stop when my father begged for his life?"
He rammed his fingers deep, hammering her G-spot.
Silas sobbed, a mix of pleasure and degradation. Her second orgasm hit her less than a minute later, crashing over her like a wave, leaving her trembling and twitching.
"Two."
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You're dripping, Silas. You're making a mess on your expensive sheets. You're a slut for pain, aren't you?"
"I... I am not..." she whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
"Liar," he whispered. He curled his fingers, finding a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. "This is what power feels like. You, at my mercy."
He brought her to the edge again, teasing her clit with his thumb until she was panting, her dignity forgotten, her hips chasing his hand.
"Three," he said as she shattered again, her juices squirting slightly, coating his wrist.
She was shaking now, her mind a haze of white noise. Her breasts heaved, the nipples raw from the friction of the air. Her pussy was swollen, red, and dripping.
Kael looked at his hand, coated in her essence. He held it up to her face.
"Taste yourself," he ordered.
Silas turned her head away.
Kael grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "I said, taste."
He wiped his fingers on her lips. She whimpered, the scent of her own arousal filling her nostrils.
"Four," Kael said, and drove his fingers back into her abused cunt. He was relentless, a machine designed to break her. He used his other hand to slap her breast, the sting mixing with the pleasure radiating from her core.
The pain sparked something. Silas's eyes rolled back. She was gone, lost in a cycle of forced pleasure.
"Kael... please... I can't..."
"You can," he said. "One more. For the five years."
He pistoned his hand, his thumb a blur on her clit. He leaned down and bit her nipple, hard.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
The fifth orgasm ripped through her, the most powerful yet. Her body convulsed, her spine bowing, her pussy clamping down so hard it nearly broke his fingers. She squirted, a clear stream soaking the sheets, the pillows, his arm.
Silas collapsed, gasping for air, her body twitching with aftershocks. Her eyes were glazed, her mind shattered by the sheer intensity of the physical toll.
Kael pulled his hand out. He looked at her—broken, wet, trembling.
"Five," he whispered.
He climbed off the bed, standing over her. His cock stood hard and ready, jutting out from his hips, the head purple and angry.
He was far from done.
"That was just the appetizer, Silas," Kael said, stroking himself. "Now that you're wet and broken... we can start the main course."
He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and thick.
Silas looked at him, her eyes wide, her voice a broken whisper.
"Why...?"
Kael smiled, a cold, dead expression.
"Because I'm the monster you created."
He thrust forward, burying himself inside her with one, brutal stroke.
PAM!
"AAAAHHH!"