"You are a sick fuck, you know that right?"
"My taste for blood is unusual." He didn't blink at her commentary as he stepped into the abandoned building he had once razed. "Get on the floor."
Rather than ask questions, she did as he instructed. Here, in this place, it seemed impossible to disobey him. His pack dropped to the floor with a loud thud and he began fishing through it.
"Take your clothes off. Everything." He pulled rope from the pack and waited, watching her. At last, she sat naked and waiting, while he stood over her, still fully clothed. "I am going to restrain you."
"I kind of figured as much."
"Don't get smart with me." A long, strange pause followed, "And then you will restrain me."
Leta worked to hide her surprise, "Okay." He did not meet her gaze.
"Now turn with your back to me on your knees," She complied. Her wrists were bound tightly together at the small of her back. His large hand found her neck then, and he squeezed. Eyes closed slowly, savoring the loss of control. Dust hung in the air around them and the hot air was almost suffocating in the closed, decaying building. He was silent as his other hand traced her shoulder, down her flank across her ass and to her sex. Deft fingers found a familiar and willing home. When Leta wiggled against his hand between her legs, his other hand tightened.
"You take only what I give."
Leta swallowed hard against the building tension in her stomach, unsure if it was anticipation or apprehension, "Yes." She was perfectly still as his fingers continued tracing her, teasing her, flicking back and forth. One entered, breath hitched in her throat, followed soon by another, which started stroking her front wall. Knees becoming involuntarily weak, she buckled, and the hand on her neck pulled her back up, jerking her out of the pleasant warmth of a building orgasm. This continued, and each orgasm that was pulled away from her became increasingly intense. Finally, his hands withdrew, and she waited, listening to her own labored breathing. Without warning she was pushed violently forward, right shoulder scraping painfully against the wooden floor. Unforgiving hands pulled her rear into the air behind her and his cock entered. Stinging pain radiated down her legs as he began jerking roughly against her. As she laid there, contemplating screaming out that she had had enough, she listened as his breathing became more and more ragged. She could turn her head just enough to see him out of the corner of her eyes, his own eyes tightly shut and sweat beading on his forehead. It was her turn.
As if sensing the change, he slowed and pulled away. They made eye contact, and she mimicked that knowing smirk he always seemed to give her. He untied her then and waited for her to stand before him. She looked around the room and to a sturdy chair which had survived the destruction of the place. She nodded her forehead in its direction,
"Bring the chair to me and sit."
He did as she instructed, and when she began tying his hands to the chair on either side of him, and then his ankles to the legs he did not protest. Eying her handiwork, and the lover she had ensnared, she was tempted to just ride him to her satisfaction. But then she wouldn't get the same sense of satisfaction that came with revenge.
"Do you know what I want, Vulpes?"
"No."
"I want to see you struggle," Instead of the apprehension she had very recently experienced, she saw only a mocking grin on his face, "You don't think I can make you suffer?"
"You can certainly try,"
Genuine anger was visible on her face then. He thought her incapable. She grabbed his jaw, and forced his face up to meet hers. She searched his eyes for anything, any hint that there was a vulnerable, real human in there. He gave her nothing. Fine then, she would treat him like there was nothing to hurt.
She grabbed him then, and worked him harshly with both hands, taking care to use all of him in her strokes. When he was clearly beginning to enjoy it, she stopped. She then teased with her bottom, gliding over and around, back and forth across his lap. She finally turned to face him and hovered herself over him.
"Do you want me, Vulpes?"
"I do," his voice was that same silky timbre that had caught her attention when they first met in this place. And again, it was attempting to persuade her to do his will. But she was becoming inoculated. She grinned and slid herself down over him, and he hummed in pleasure. She rode to her own quick orgasm, which was beginning to send him over the edge as well. However, she stopped rather abruptly and grinned down at him.
"Stay."
At first, he didn't respond and simply obeyed. She began to dress, and his curiosity piqued but his expression betrayed no worry. She would surely not leave him here, naked and tied to a chair. She was not that foolish.
As Leta dressed, she looked at him again. Those knots were fairly secure. They would hold him for a while at least. Long enough for him to get good and frustrated, and then she would walk right back in and get her fill of rough, angry sex. Or so she thought. She picked her own pack up off the floor and began walking toward the door.
"You aren't going to leave me here."
"Oh, won't I?" She responded teasingly.
"No." His tone hardened and he commanded. She simply smiled at him and lightly laughed,
"How does it feel to be the one without all the power?"
If he hadn't been restrained, Leta may have been intimidated, even afraid, but she was getting cocky and enjoying the anger building on his face.
"You will not leave me like this."
"I will," and she began walking out the door.
Leta smiled to herself and she took a few steps out into the cooling air. She'd show him. Now of course, she wouldn't really leave him, but get him just riled up enough. She closed the door on him screaming her name. She stared off into the dusk sky and began to wonder how long she should wait when the door behind her exploded off its hinges and a furious frumentarius lunged at her.
He landed on top of her, naked and blind with rage.
"You stupid fucking whore," his words were sinisterly quiet and controlled, "Do you know what you have done?"
"Exactly what you instructed! I restrained you."
"And you left me for dead."
"I did not!" She was barely breathing under his weight and her ribs ached with the effort, "I was not actually going to leave you alone, just wait a bit right here."
"And you expect me to believe you?"
"Yes!" her vision was becoming spotty, "Why not?" He didn't answer her before she started losing a grip on her consciousness, "Vulpes… please!"
Everything went black.