Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I’m so fucking hard, and I know she can see it. Her face is right at my crotch, for fuck’s sake. Her heavy eyes fall to stare at it while she tries to catch her breath. I get to my feet and head toward the door.

“I need to pee,” she whimpers, and I watch her thighs tense as she tries to close them while still kneeling.

I smile. “You may use the restroom,” I tell her, and she lets out a sob of relief, “when you suck my dick.”

“Wh-at?” she gasps, wide-eyed as if she doesn’t want to.

She wants to be put in a position where she seems forced? I’ll help her out.

I step into her, cupping her chin and running my thumb over her plump lips. I want to sink my teeth into them, make it bleed and swallow her blood. “When you willingly kneel at my feet, open your mouth, and let me fuck this pretty face, I’ll let you use the restroom.” This was never part of my plan, but she changed the direction it was going.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Her lips tremble. “Please…”

“The only thing I want to hear from you is you gagging on my dick while you drool all over yourself.”

Tears fill her eyes, and I let go of her face. “Good night, Charlotte.” I turn to exit the room when her voice stops me.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” I turn and look at her.

She licks her wet lips and says, “May I suck your dick?”

I smile. I don’t know why she continues to be shy and innocent, but I’m going to fix that. I turn my back to her once again and head toward the door.

“Please, Haidyn.” She gasps, her voice growing desperate. “Please fuck my mouth.”

I stop and turn back to face her. She’s scooted forward, her knees now over the drain in the center of the room. I don’t even think she’s noticed it yet.

Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath. “Please, sir.” I arch a brow at that. “Please let me please you.” She licks her lips before parting them in an open gesture.

Such a quick learner.

I walk back to the other side of the room and unlock one of the cabinets. I have them stocked with everything I plan on using. I pull out the two things I want, then lock it. Walking behind her, I order, “Try to pull your elbows behind your back.”

She takes her wrists that are tied down to her upper thighs and bends her elbows the best she can, pushing them behind her.

Kneeling, I place one end of the chain on the ring that connects to the cuff that’s above her elbow, then secure the opposite end to her other elbow.

She groans, trying to yank on them but the chain that runs across her back stops her from dropping her arms to her sides, keeping them bent in place.

I return to the chair and sit down in front of her. “That’s more like it.” I reach out and grab her breasts. Locking her arms in place pushes her chest out. Taking her hard nipples between my fingers, I pinch them, pulling her toward me, and she cries out. Letting go, I slap them.

Her moans fill the room, and I pick up the other accessory I grabbed from the cabinet. I take her left breast and place the clamp on over her hard nipple, loving the way her breath hitches. She rocks her hips back and forth while kneeling. I bring the chain through the silver ring in her posture collar and then connect it to her other nipple.

She cries out, and I love the way it sounds. “Every move you make, you’ll feel the pinch as it pulls on your nipples.”

She gasps, lips parted, her body involuntarily jerking as she tries to ease the discomfort. I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock.

I spread my legs, and her wide eyes fall to my pierced dick. My brothers and I all have the same piercings. A Jacob’s ladder with the Saint’s cross—two barbells through the head to make it look like a cross. We’ve had them for about four years now. It was once a punishment. We kept them as a reminder that we’re no one’s bitch.

I stroke it while watching her, and excitement bubbles in my body. I haven’t been this turned on in a long time. “Suck my cock, Charlotte. Show me how much you want it.”

She sniffs, bending forward, and her tongue darts out to lick the precum. “Eyes on me while I fuck you.”

Opening her bloodshot eyes, she looks up at me through her lashes. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks the tip. Her mouth feels so fucking warm it takes my breath away. It’s been a while since I’ve been excited about sex. It’s been a job for so long. Something I need to get off. This is for pleasure.

She whimpers around my dick, and I know it’s because of the nipple clamps pulling tight at her movements. Her shoulders shake, and she tries to reposition herself while she kneels on the drain.

I gently brush the hair off her tear-streaked face and gather it at the back of her head, gripping it painfully. She parts her lips wider with a gasp. “I’m going to show you how I like it.”

I push her forward. It’s going to be awkward with the posture collar on, but I’m not taking it off. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.” She acts like she’s never had a dick in her mouth before. But I get it, every guy likes something different, and I’m willing to train her to know what gets me off.

She does as she’s told, and her body trembles in my hand.

I hold my cock and guide her mouth down onto it. She begins to suck my shaft as I slowly move her open mouth up and down, allowing her saliva to get it nice and wet. “Look at you being a needy slut.”

She closes her eyes slightly, and I pull her head back and slap the side of her face, making her cry out. “Eyes open, doll face,” I remind her. “Look up at me. I want to see you cry while you gag on my dick.”

She whimpers around my cock, and it makes her throat constrict. A groan escapes my lips, my hands tightening in her hair. “That’s it.”

CHARLOTTE

Pain…lust…heat…drool…pride…

So many thoughts are going through my head right now. I can’t move, and I can barely breathe. He’s so big. And the metal…it fills my mouth, runs along the roof of my mouth and tongue. I try to open wider so the piercings underneath his shaft don’t hit my teeth.

The collar restricts my breathing, and my nipples feel like they’re being ripped off. I look up at him through watery eyes, and he throws his head back, his hand holding my hair while my head bobs up and down.

When he hits the back of my throat, I gag, and his throat works as a deep growl comes from his lips. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, Charlotte. That’s a good whore.” He’s breathless.

I lied. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. My pussy thinks so too as wetness pools between my shaking legs.

“Goddamn.” He lowers his head, and his heavy eyes land on mine.

Drool runs out of the corner of my open mouth, and he pushes my head farther down. My air is taken away as the head of his cock fills the back of my throat. My body jerks involuntarily, and my eyes blink quickly as I gag.

“You’re so pretty on your knees,” he tells me, and butterflies fill my stomach. I suck on him harder, as if I can swallow him whole. He smiles down at me. “Are you wet, Charlotte? Hmm? Does that cunt of yours need to be fucked too?”

I try to nod, but the collar prevents it. So I just stare up at him, praying he bends me over and takes my pussy next. He pulls my mouth free from his cock, and I gasp, needing air. I’m starting to feel lightheaded. He pushes me back down. It fills my mouth once again, and he lifts his hips off the chair, my nose almost touching his jeans, and I gag again.

“I’m going to fuck it now,” he warns, and my eyes widen. Isn’t that what he’s been doing?

He pulls my mouth free of his cock and then shoves it down before I can even take in a breath this time. He does it again and again.

Gag, drool…gag, drool. I kneel before him like a toy as he fucks my mouth rougher than I thought possible. My eyes and nose run as much as my open mouth, blurring my vision, and the room sways.

“I’m going to come, doll face,” he growls, and I try to pull away, but he holds me in place as I mumble around his dick.

The fact that he wants me to swallow makes me nervous. But I have no other choice than to take it. He shoves my head down, pushing his cock deeper than before, and I gag. His cock pulses in my mouth, and I feel his warm cum slide down the back of my throat before he yanks my head back.

I gasp, drool and cum leaks from my mouth as my chest heaves, and I cough it up, choking on it.

He runs his hands through my tangled hair. His hard eyes once again glare down at mine. As if whatever I just did reset us back to hatred.

Reaching down, he undoes one of the nipple clamps, and my shoulders shake from the pain. He pulls the chain through the ring of the collar and undoes the other.

I cry out.

“Shh, you’re okay, doll face. You did so good for me.”

I swallow roughly and flinch, my throat sore and raw.

He stands and walks around me, removing the chain that connected my upper arms. They fall to the sides, and I’ve never been more grateful for my wrists being tied to my thighs. “We’ll try without this, but if you disobey, it goes back on, understand?”

“Y-yes,” I say roughly.

The collar is removed, and I stretch my neck.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and my eyes meet his. He smiles down at me, and I have the urge to open my mouth again. I want to be his good girl. I want to come so bad. “I need to use the restroom,” I remind him.

He nods. “You may use the restroom.”

I stay kneeling on the drain. My knees have gone numb, but I remain where I am, waiting for him to come and untie my arms and let me out of the room to use the restroom. But he turns to face me, leans back against the counter, and crosses his arms over his chest.

“You said⁠—”

“I know what I said.”

I take a deep breath, starting to get pissy. The high that I got from being a slut for him fades away. “Then let me go to the bathroom.” I yank on my secured wrists.

He nods to the drain underneath me. “You’ll go right where you kneel.”

I drop my head to look at the drain and then back at him. A laugh bubbles up, and I lean back on my heels. “Funny, Haidyn.”

“I’m not laughing, Annabelle.”

His tone and use of my legal name has my laughter dying. “You’re serious?” I gasp. “Haidyn—no.” I yank on my wrists again. “Take these off and show me to the bathroom.”

He turns, giving me his back, and unlocks one of the cabinet doors. Opening it up, he pulls out a miniature hourglass. It’s much smaller than the one he used at my house. He sets it down on the counter and looks back at me. “You have until this runs out of time.”

I look at the sand falling through the skinny center and quickly filling the bottom part. My eyes slam back to his in horror. “What⁠—?”

“Once you are out of time, I’m going to put an adult diaper on you, and you can piss all over yourself.”

This has to be a joke. He wouldn’t really make me…would he? I shake my head. “No…”

He opens up the cabinet again and pulls out a fucking diaper. Slapping it on the counter, he speaks. “You have a choice, doll face. What’s it going to be?”

I try to hold back the tears, but they fall from my eyes as I watch the time quickly go by. “I hate you,” my trembling lips whisper.

He laughs, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls and making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. “You didn’t hate me when you were begging me to fuck your mouth.”

I lower my head, my blurry eyes on the drain knowing that avoiding eye contact will have him putting the posture collar back on me, but I don’t care. I can’t face him right now.

“You’re running out of time, beautiful. What’s it going to be?”

Knowing he’s not bluffing, I spread my shaking legs as far as I can and make sure I’m hovering over between a couple of the bars. I close my eyes, shoulders shaking, and I bite my tongue to keep from sobbing as the tears fall from my lashes, and I relieve myself like a stray dog roaming the streets.