Here we are again; BTW, there is mature content in this chapter. Read on and enjoy!
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For the next two months, Sofia didn't dare disobey Anthony in any shape, way, or form. It had reached the point where she was afraid of doing of saying anything that could be considered even slightly offensive; her previous punishments may not have been painful, but they were certainly unpleasant.
Anthony, on the other hand, was satisfied. He didn't like making her unhappy, and he truly hated seeing her weep. But it was the only way to keep her in line. And he hoped that some day, he wouldn't have to punish her anymore, as she would no longer resist him. Still, he wasn't foolish; he knew that if that day were to come, it wouldn't be for a very long time.
That afternoon, he locked his captive in the bedroom and went to the grocery store. He was in a very good mood due to the girl's submissive behavior; in fact, he felt so happy that he decided to do something to surprise her.
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The young woman sat on the bed as she always did; it wasn't too chilly that day, so she didn't need the sheets to cover herself. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was gradually getting used to Anthony seeing her naked. It still made her uncomfortable, but he hadn't forcefully touched her since her last punishment; she intended to keep it that way.
There was a slight knock on the door as it opened. The assassin slowly walked in, smiling at the girl. She looked at him cautiously as he approached her, both hands behind his back. After a moment, he brought them in front of him; one hand held a purple rose. She stared at it, having never seen a rose that color. A few more seconds passed before Sofia hesitantly took it, being careful not to cut her fingers on the thorns.
"Thank you," she said softly, not able to smile.
Anthony nodded, reaching out to lightly touch her wrist. Holding back a flinch, the girl placed the rose onto the nightstand.
It's beautiful. But I'd find it even more so if it weren't from him.
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After dinner, Sofia was allowed to shower. While she was in the bathroom, Anthony got into his pajamas. He then settled into bed, thinking about the young woman.
You've been so good. One flower hardly seems like a large enough reward…
A while later, the teenager was cleaned, brushed, and anxious to go to sleep; she walked around the mattress and slipped under the covers, facing away from her captor. He ultimately turned off the nightstand lamp, but instead of lying down, he simply sat there. After looking intensely at Sofia's form for a few minutes, Anthony slowly slipped his arm around the girl's shoulders, causing her eyes to open and her hands to dart for the covers. However, he tightened his hold and moved his hand from her shoulder to under her back. Before long, he had both her wrists pinned underneath her. As her captor gradually kneed her legs apart and reached his free hand towards her privates, the poor woman started to cry.
"Wait!" she whimpered. "Please don't! What did I do wrong?"
Looking pained, Anthony slowly shook his head at her, leaning down to nuzzle her face.
I'm not punishing you, Sofia.
Sofia tried to turn her head away, but as the man's fingers gently worked on her center, she couldn't help but squirm. Still, no matter what she did, the grip on her was too strong.
For the next ten minutes, she sobbed helplessly as Anthony forced her body into that heated state. The familiar coil had returned to her belly, and was almost ready to explode. But as wonderful as it felt, she didn't want it…not from him.
"Stop," she wept, barely able to speak. "I don't want this!"
The assassin merely went faster, forcing a moan from her lips.
Yes, you do.
Finally, he decided it was time. Leaning down to pepper his captive's cheeks with soft kisses, the man rapidly moved his fingers inside her. Before long, Sofia felt the coil grow hotter than it had ever been before. Suddenly, her loins exploded; she leaned her face against the pillow, desperately trying to mute her cries. But she could still feel Anthony's intense eyes staring at her, reveling in her reactions.
As her body calmed from the aftermath of the climax, the young woman's mind spun; she could barely think straight. But after a few more seconds, she was able to register someone's hand cradling her cheek. Her head finally snapped back into place, and she realized who it was. Horrified, the young woman broke the contact and turned away. Anthony reclaimed her chin and tried to lean his head down towards hers, but in her horror, she tore her face out of his grasp again.
"No!" she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. "Stop it!"
The assassin slowly withdrew his hand from Sofia's core and laid it on her stomach, tenderly rubbing the skin. He could only look at her, a little frustrated at her stubbornness. Blinking her tears away, the poor girl tried to move out of Anthony's embrace. However, he immediately tightened his hold on her, tangling his legs with hers to keep her from kicking him. All his weeping prisoner could really do was lay there, trying to ignore the feeling of the hand moving up to softly cradle her cheek.
How could I…?
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When she woke up the next morning, the first thing she wanted to do after relieving herself was to wash away the evidence of the previous night. However, she had just turned on the tub faucet when Anthony entered the bathroom, stopping her right before she could step in. After heaving her back to the mattress, he sat her down.
"Why did you do that to me?" she snapped tearfully. "I didn't do anything bad!"
"I wasn't trying to punish you; it was meant to please you, and it did."
"No, I couldn't stand it!" Anthony glowered at her as she continued. "The only way I could even get through it without puking was by thinking of someone else!"
At this, the man's face changed. Before his prisoner could move, he seized her shoulders and forced her further up on the bed; Sofia's wrists were re-tied to the headboard within a handful of seconds; she tried to tug herself free, but it was no use.
"You'll see me now. If you look away, you'll be sorry."
He placed the paper onto the nightstand before settling over the bound girl and moving his hands to either side of her face, sitting on her thighs. She struggled slightly as he leaned towards her, but one dangerous look from him immediately stopped her movements. Terrified of the consequences, Sofia reluctantly glanced at Anthony as he started to gently kiss his way down her neck; he looked up at her every few seconds to make sure she was still watching.
When her captor reached her chest, the teen couldn't hold back her tears; she shook her head, silently begging Anthony to stop. He looked into her eyes as he bent down and carefully took her breast into his mouth, trailing a hand down to her center. At that point, Sofia closed her eyes in disgust. Suddenly, she felt him touch her inner thigh and pinch it harshly. Crying out in pain, she blinked again just as the assassin switched to her other breast. The man closed his own eyes momentarily as he relished the taste of the young woman's skin. He eventually looked back up her flushed cheeks as he carefully slipped a finger into her.
When he reached the area between her thighs, he pried her legs open and sat up. Looking her directly in the eye, Anthony pulled his wet finger out and placed it to his lips, taking in her taste. As he gradually leaned back down towards her thighs, Sofia realized what he planned to do.
"No!" she cried, barely seeing through her tears. "Please, don't!"
The assassin never took his eyes off of hers as he bent his head and laid a kiss right over her center. When the girl felt his tongue on her for the first time, she instinctively tried to kick him off, only for her legs to be firmly held open and pinned. She turned away, trying not to get sick, but another pinch to her thigh forced her focus back on what was happening. As he slipped his tongue into Sofia's opening, Anthony looked up at her face; it was red with her tears, but his drive increased when he heard a throaty moan escape her. He rested his hands on her hips and attacked with no mercy. In a matter of minutes, the helpless girl was overcome by her own cries of bliss. She was forced to close her eyes due to the sensations, but Anthony no longer cared. He continued vigorously, overwhelmed by the taste floating through his mouth. Moving his hand, he gently but firmly started playing with the little bundle of nerves.
Before long, Sofia cried out as her loins exploded into spasms. Anthony didn't miss a drop of the girl's sweet aftermath, kissing her thighs after she was done. He slowly crawled back up her body, finding her head turned to the side. Entranced by her reaction, the man took her face in his hands and kissed her, forcing her own essence into her mouth. Sofia squealed, disgusted at the sudden invasion. She thrashed and squirmed, eventually causing her captor to slowly free her lips. He stared down at her, admiring the post-orgasmic blush in her cheeks. As he bent down one more time, the woman tried vainly to twist away.
"Stop…"
But Anthony merely tightened his grip on her face. He eventually descended on her, placing a very gentle kiss against her lips. Sofia closed her eyes, keeping her mouth tightly shut as he gently nudged at her with his tongue. The man reluctantly pulled back, knowing she wouldn't let him in; instead, he tenderly kissed away the tears that were streaming from her eyes.
Afterwards, he went ahead and untied the girl's wrists. She immediately tried to scramble off of the bed, but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her backwards.
Enough, Sofia. Don't pretend to be disgusted when you're not.
The look in his eye seemed to convey his thoughts to the poor woman, and all she could do was silently cry.
I can't possibly feel this way…
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