The basement air clung to us as I led Lila up the stairs, her wrists still cuffed behind her, her naked body barely concealed by the remnants of her torn dress. My hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her through the opulent mansion. Her steps were unsteady, her body still trembling from the intensity of our earlier encounters, but her eyes held a flicker of defiance that only stoked the fire in me. The washroom was just off the hallway, a sleek space with marble tiles and a frosted glass door. Lila paused at the threshold, turning to me with a raised brow.
"How can I use the toilet properly?" she asked, her voice sharp but laced with exhaustion. "Remove the handcuffs."
I chuckled, a low sound that echoed in the quiet hall. "My bad." With a smile, I pulled the key from my pocket and unlocked the cuffs, letting them fall to the floor with a clink. Her wrists were red, marked by the metal, and I felt a twisted thrill at the sight. "Go on."
Lila rubbed her wrists, shooting me a glare before stepping into the washroom and closing the door. I sank to the floor outside, leaning against the wall, my body still buzzing with the afterglow of claiming her. The mansion was silent save for the faint hum of the air conditioning, and I let my mind wander. She was a killer, a predator who'd planned to carve me up, yet here I was, not just alive but *alive* in a way I'd never known. My cock twitched at the thought of her curves, her moans, the way she'd shattered under me. I'd sealed my fate the moment I chose to stay.
The door opened, and Lila emerged, her dark hair damp at the ends, her face flushed from splashing water. She looked almost vulnerable, but her eyes still held that dangerous spark. I stood, picking up the cuffs and dangling them with a smile. "Back on."
"So you…" she started, her voice trailing off as she realized what I'd done.
"Yes," I said, snapping the cuffs back onto her wrists, the metal clicking into place. "Sealed the window in there while I was making our meal earlier. You liked my design?"
She tilted her head, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Yes. You're very thoughtful about it."
I grinned, stepping closer. "Thank you. It's a bit late, Lila. Let's sleep. I don't want to ruin your beauty by keeping you up all night."
Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded. "Since you've sealed every exit in this house, how about you let me sleep in my room?"
"I already thought of that," I said, my voice low and teasing. "Let's go to your room. You don't need to tell me which one it is—I already know."
Before she could protest, I swept her up in a princess carry, her body light and warm against my chest. She gasped, her cuffed hands awkward against my shoulder, but she didn't fight. Her scent—floral, musky, intoxicating—filled my senses as I carried her through the mansion, up a grand staircase, and down a corridor lined with art. I'd explored earlier while the steaks sizzled, finding her bedroom: a lavish space with a four-poster bed draped in black silk, a velvet chaise, and a massive window overlooking the moonlit gardens. The room screamed her—seductive, dangerous, untouchable.
I set her down gently, but she didn't move toward the bed. "Remove the handcuffs," she said, lifting her wrists. "I can't sleep with metal on my hands."
"Okay," I said, my smile turning wicked. "Before that, lie on the bed."
Lila hesitated, then complied, lowering herself onto the black silk sheets, her naked body a vision against the dark fabric. I rummaged through her dresser, finding two pairs of silky leggings—perfect for what I had in mind. I unlocked the cuffs, letting them fall, and quickly tied one legging around each of her wrists, securing them to the bedposts. Her arms stretched wide, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and utterly mine.
"But I can't…" she started, tugging at the bindings.
"You know I won't let you sleep with free hands," I interrupted, leaning over her. She asked, "But why did you tied me like this?" My face hovered inches from hers, my breath mingling with hers. I whispered, "Because, Lila, I want to eat you up."
Her eyes widened, but before she could speak, I slid down her body, my hands trailing over her curves. I hooked my fingers into her panties—the last scrap of clothing she wore—and ripped them off, tossing them aside. Her pussy was bare before me, glistening, already swollen from our earlier rounds. I didn't hesitate. My mouth descended, tongue flicking against her clit, tasting her sweet, musky essence. She moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hips bucking against my face. I licked slowly at first, savoring her, then sucked hard, my tongue circling her sensitive bud. Her body twisted, the leggings pulling taut as she strained against them, her moans turning to gasps.
"Elias… fuck," she whimpered, her thighs trembling around my head. I gripped her hips, holding her still as I devoured her, my tongue plunging into her folds, lapping at her wetness. Her moans grew frantic, her body writhing as I pushed her toward the edge. When she came, it was explosive—her back arching, eyes rolling back, a scream tearing from her throat as her juices coated my lips.
I didn't stop. I sucked harder, flicking her clit with relentless precision, drawing out a second orgasm that left her shaking, her moans dissolving into sobs of pleasure. Only then did I pull back, licking my lips, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.
I stood, shedding my clothes in seconds, my erection springing free—hard, veined, and aching for her. Lila's eyes locked onto it, a mix of exhaustion and hunger in her gaze. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her spread legs. "You're mine," I growled, and thrust into her without warning, burying myself to the hilt.
She cried out, her walls clenching around me, hot and tight. I set a brutal pace, my thrusts deep and punishing, each one rocking her body against the bed. Her breasts bounced with every slam, full and perfect, and I leaned down to suck one nipple, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. My hands gripped her hips, squeezing her soft flesh, leaving marks I'd admire later. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain, her eyes rolling back as I hit that spot inside her again and again.
"Elias… please," she moaned, her voice breaking as another orgasm built. I didn't slow, didn't stop, my cock driving into her with relentless force. I grabbed her throat lightly, my thumb pressing against her pulse, feeling it race under my touch. The BDSM urge surged—her bound wrists, her helpless moans, the power I held—it was intoxicating. I slapped her thigh, the sharp sting making her clench tighter around me, and she came again, her scream echoing as her body convulsed.
I shifted her, pulling one leg over my shoulder to deepen the angle, my thrusts growing erratic as my own release neared. Her breasts bounced wildly, her moans a constant stream of "Elias… oh God… fuck…" I kissed her hard, swallowing her cries, my tongue dominating hers as I pounded into her. When I finally came, it was with a roar, spilling deep inside her, my vision blurring as pleasure consumed me.
For what felt like hours, we fucked like that—rough, passionate, relentless. I untied her briefly to flip her onto her stomach, tying her wrists again and taking her from behind, her ass jiggling with each thrust. Then on her side, one leg bound to the bedpost, her body open to me. Each position pushed her to new heights, her orgasms tearing through her until she was a trembling, moaning mess.
Finally, I collapsed onto her, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. I looked into her eyes, mesmerized by her beauty—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way her dark hair fanned across the pillow. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, my voice raw with awe.
She swallowed, her voice soft, almost broken. "Elias, I'm sorry I abducted you. And I am sorry that I was going to kill you. Now please… leave in the morning."
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Don't apologize, Lila. I found the love of my life because you abducted me. I can't leave you." I kissed her forehead, my tone firm but warm. "Now sleep. We have a long and interesting day tomorrow.