“F- Fuck…! Nngh…!”, Ruby groaned in intense pain. His clothes were torn, his skin was battered, bruised and bleeding, his hair was messy and not as clean as he always keeps it, and his will is chipping away.
He tries to fiddle with the cuffs, but it’s all in vain. His wrists are almost bleeding from how tight the metal is on his skin – to the point he can hardly move his hands around. He then tries to stand, although still bound to the aluminum seat, but that also doesn’t work. He’s running out of options and time before she comes back.
“Jessica, hurry the f- fuck up, please…” Ruby mumbles to himself in a hopeful prayer that his cold and stoic contractor will save and find his location soon before he loses his mind, and likely his fingers and whatever else can be chopped off in a torture room.
He tilts his chin up, staring at the dangling lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping down his chin as it leaks from his mouth. He looks to the light as if it’s going to be the one that’ll save him, but as soon as he does, he hears the door being unlocked once more, and he immediately looks forward to the steel entrance.
The door opens too slowly for Ruby’s liking, hating the ominous tingle he feels running through his skin. It creaks open loudly, echoing throughout the isolated and musty room, and he sees her black heel emerge from the darkness. Then, her peach colored dress, and then her lethally beautiful figure.
Ruby takes a heavy breath at her sight, seeing her now playing with a knife in her left hand, as she uses her right to close the door once entered. She spins the blade around with her hand, twirling and toying with it effortlessly and with grace. Ruby scoffs and looks away with a scowl on his face.
“Skip the foreplay and do some real damage already… I’m disappointed~“, Ruby cockily remarks with his signature smirk on his lips, but the moment he finishes his sentence, he winces in pain as he feels her hand now on his thigh, standing right in front of him.
“Go f- fuck yourself, Priscilla…”, Ruby lifts his head to look up at her, a defiant expression on his face as his ego ignites with fire.
Priscilla leans down to whisper huskily into his ear, her right hand on his thigh to balance herself, and her left holding the knife up to his neck, making him arch it back.
“Why can’t you do it for me, hm…?”
Ruby lets out a quivering, shaky yet flustered breath he didn’t even know he was holding at the sound of her words. God, no one can talk the way she does. As much of a painful state he’s in, and how much control he lacks in the situation, his lust, desire and yearning for his work wife and now torturer can’t be contained.
In sync with his dirty thoughts, Priscilla sits on and straddles his lap, lifting her right hand to raise his chin – neither of them breaking eye contact. Ruby still has that sense of defiance, ego and stubbornness no one else can match, but Priscilla’s gaze shows that she knows how fully in control she is of him. She raises his chin and tilts her head with a gleeful smile, seeing the bruises on his neck; both from being strangled with a rope, and harsh hickeys.
“Aw… my sweet boy~”, she teases Ruby, making him grit his teeth in frustration and horniness, feeling his erection grow, and Priscilla feels it too, but doesn’t acknowledge it just yet. She leans forward even more, her body now flush against Ruby’s, and she begins to press her lips against the bloody and bruised skin on his neck, her breath tingling with sin.
She keeps the knife pressed against his neck on the left, and continues to worship and almost tend to the wounds that she gave him. She kisses, licks, bites and nips painfully slowly, even momentarily tasting his blood, making her mischievous smile grow even more.
Ruby can’t take it. The pain from the beatings, the unbearable lust building within, and Priscilla worshipping his neck like it’s an altar of praise. He arches his neck back and bites his lip, only to unsuccessfully suppress a whimper of pain and pleasure. He stares back up at the dangling lightbulb, with nothing but this girl on his mind.
He clenched his fists behind the backrest of the chair, too weak from Priscilla’s touch to try and escape, because maybe a part of him doesn’t want to. No matter how deceitful and cruel Priscilla can be, he can never stop being her sweet little boy, even with how derogatory it sounds to his pride – he will never stop wanting—needing—her. No matter how many cuts, bruises and pain she gives him, she knows how to soothe and keep him behaving.
While Ruby’s thoughts go rampant in his mind while he looks up at the light, Priscilla lifts her head to stop kissing his neck, noticing that he’s looking away. She shifts the knife in her left hand to press it to his Adam’s apple, making his breath hitch. She hovers her head over him, looking down at him with a smug and sultry expression. Her soft, black, coiled hair wilts, as her lips only hover an inch above Ruby’s.
“If you’re thinking about praying to the man above, don’t bother… it’s just me on top~”
Once Priscilla finishes talking the way she knows Ruby likes, she begins to roll her hips against his, finally giving him the friction his clothed cock so desperately desired. He gasps as he feels her moving, but as he’s about to lean his head forward, she presses the knife harder against his neck, and her tone switches from soft, soothing and gentle, to a dark, commanding and dominant tone.
“Move a single inch and I’ll spill every ounce of blood you have… So just tell me where the package is…”
Ruby’s breath quickens in fear, and it shows in his eyes as he looks back up at her with a panicked expression, yet he continues to stay stubborn and maintains his oath of confidentiality to his contractor.
“D- Do it… you w- won’t… oh, God…!-“, Ruby writhes in the obvious pleasure, but the pain too, as the rolling of Priscilla’s hips not only give friction to his own, but the shifting and moving weight of herself causes the wounds and bruises on his thighs and lap to hurt extensively.
“Maybe I won’t, but… you can still give me a little more blood, can’t you, darling?~”
Priscilla cuts a thin piece of his shirt that’s holding it together with her knife to reveal his left shoulder and collarbone, and she licks her lips at the sight of it like it’s fresh meat.
Because tonight, that’s all Ruby is to her.
She quickens the pace with her hips, making Ruby whimper more, and then begins to cut his skin. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly, making sure it hurts him as much as possible, and it does. His whimpers are less of pleasure from the grinding of her hips, to whimpers of pain as blood drips down his arm and chest.
“G- Go to hell…! B- Bitch!- A- Agh…!-“, Ruby whimpers, looking at Priscilla as she only smiles, holstering her knife back onto her thigh beneath her dress as she begins to slowly lick and taste his blood, and she doesn’t break eye contact for a split second while doing so.
The sight both pains and arouses Ruby even more, torn between his ever growing erection which Priscilla grinds on even harder now, and his excruciating state of pain from the long cut on his shoulder and collarbone. He grits his teeth in pain and to bare his horniness while Priscilla continues to enjoy herself. She licks up every last drop of red before sitting back up straight, looking down on him once more while Ruby’s face contorts with anger. But instead of intimidating Priscilla, it only amuses her more.
“Guess that wasn’t enough to make you crack… although I must say, you taste delicious~”, Priscilla flirts and teases, licking her lips to truly get every last drop of blood.
Ruby scowls further as she speaks, and he speaks with a strained voice of hate.
“Nothing you do to me is g- gonna make me give you that f- fucking package… l- let alone anything else…!”
“Oh? Nothing else, hm? Let’s have a look then…”
Priscilla gets off of Ruby’s lap before taking a small step back, then bending down slightly to reach her hands down to his waist. His breath gets caught in his throat as she begins to unbuckle his black leather belt, while she only smiles with amusement and an utter lack of an ability to do as pleaded.
She pulls his belt off of him, resting it on her shoulder as she now undoes the buttons of his trousers. Ruby tries his best to resist by kicking his legs back and forth, but realizes that shit; his legs are tied to the legs of the chair. Priscilla chuckles with delight, showing her teeth while she savors the sight of her prisoner being so helpless and vulnerable.
“I’ll f- fucking kill you when I get out this damn chair… th- that isn’t a threat, that’s a f- fucking promise…!”
“We’re thieves, darling. Promises aren’t what we do… unless…”, Priscilla rebuts. She then pulls Ruby’s trousers and underwear down to his calves, and begins to undress herself too.
“It’s me promising that I’ll make you say whatever it is I want you to. Act as invincible and invulnerable as you want, sugar, but I will get what I want… and it’s two things…”
She pulls off the left strap of her dress.
Then, her right, letting the fabric gracefully fall off her body, leaving her upper body in a maroon lace bra, and after taking off her black heels, she leaves her lower body in matching color panties with her bra, and thin heel socks.
“First and foremost, the package… as a bonus…”, she glances at Ruby’s throbbing length.
“You. But it’s only business, isn’t it…?”
“Do your worst… I’ll gut you alive someday…”, Ruby protests. Yet, his words lack any sort of bite or real defiance, and he can’t hide back the curl on his lips that hint at a smirk, and he can’t resist eyeing Priscilla’s beautiful figure by even the slightest bit. She notices and it makes her smile with pride as she begins to walk back towards him – that same damn hypnotically seductive sway in her hips that only she can do, and it makes Ruby’s heart and mind race with anticipation as it feels like the pain of all his wounds and bruises—including those of hickeys on his neck too—begin to numb as he feels completely wrapped around Priscilla’s finger; under her mercy.
She straddles Ruby’s lap once again, their bare skin now touching as Priscilla’s panties separate her pussy from Ruby’s cock, driving him utterly insane internally.
He does his best to continue to look up at her eyes, but he can’t help but glance at her breasts every few moments.
“I’m flattered you seem to enjoy them so much, baby~”, Priscilla teases, as she bucks up her hips slightly to shift her panties to the side, exposing her entrance as she hovers over Ruby’s dick, already leaking with precum.
“But look at my face for just a second… I want to see you fall apart…”, she purrs, grabbing Ruby’s length with her hand to guide it inside of her.
Priscilla finally lowers herself onto Ruby’s cock, swallowing his size slowly as she accommodates his size. She winces slightly in discomfort, but it’s easily replaced by the bliss of pleasure as she flutters her eyes at the sensations.
Ruby lets out a low, erotic groan as he feels his cock being engulfed by Priscilla’s walls, his face softening heavily as his eyes are blanketed with lust and forbidden desire for his torturer, looking up at her as if she’s the one thing keeping him alive, even while killing him.
She’s the poison he’ll die without.
Priscilla finally bottoms out, taking a shaky breath as she adjusts for Ruby’s size.
“Still not t- too accustomed…?”, he looks up at her with a smirk, a glint of challenge in his eyes.
“I am, just…”, Priscilla trails off, unable to find words that won’t feed into her prisoner’s narcissism and unbearable ego.
She flutters her eyes shut as she begins to roll her hips in slow, seductive circles as she gets used to Ruby’s girth. In turn, he bites his lip to keep himself quiet, looking down at the sight of being inside of her. His chest heaves and rises slowly, breathing shakily with anticipation and excitement.
Priscilla grabs onto Ruby’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin through the gaps of tears in his shirt, and he winces in pain from her nails’ sharpness.
She begins to finally move up and down on him, keeping a slow and erotic pace as she struggles to continue looking at him, always looking down onto his chest as she focuses while struggling to keep her eyes open in the bliss of the moment.
Ruby wants to say no, that this isn’t personal and he needs to get out of here, but his body can’t help but tell and plead for more.
“K- Keep- Mmph… keep going…”, he whimpers, arching his neck back in pleasure.
Suddenly, Priscilla uses his belt which she hung on her shoulder when undressing him, and wraps it around his neck as he looks up. She uses both hands to wrap it around, yanking it away from her, choking him and making him arch his neck all the way back.
She hovers her head over him, now quickening the pace as he moans louder.
“Don’t f- fucking tell me what to d- do… I… I own you tonight…”, Priscilla commands, although her voice wavers and her body trembles, her knuckles turning white from how tight her grip is on the belt.
Ruby can’t even speak nor breathe, as the tightness of his belt around his neck completely strains his voice and throat, while Priscilla continues to ride him, her own moans becoming louder than his, while keeping a firm grip on his belt.
She presses her lips aggressively against his, claiming and owning him as only hers, pouring every ounce of affection and spite into his mouth as she takes him even deeper inside her, provoking her to moan into the kiss. She pulls back the belt more, making it impossible for Ruby to breathe, but he kisses her back with whatever strength or oxygen he has. Her tongue makes him almost gag.
Suddenly, Priscilla begins to slow down gradually, pulling back from Ruby’s lips by a mere inch as she flares down at his pained and blissful face.
“Wh- What’re you doing…?”, Ruby pants out breathlessly, his eyes darting between Priscilla’s own and her slightly swollen lips.
“Beg for me… Plead for and f- fucking worship me… bleed for me…”, Priscilla speaks through her exhaustion, and although catching her breath and now completely stopped, she speaks with demand in her tone – that she will not be denied what she wants, like always.
Ruby speaks through seethed teeth, his ego now in jeopardy.
“Y- Yes… yes, ma’am…”, he reluctantly submits, and she smiles with mischief and victory as he scowls at her slightly, but puts on a pleading expression.
“I w- want more of you… I want you t- to claim every p- piece of me as your own…”
“So well behaved, hm…?”, Priscilla whispers as she circles her hips teasingly, making her prisoner whimper slightly.
“Open your mouth for me, Ruby…”
He nods slowly as Priscilla positions her head even more over Ruby’s, pulling on the belt around his neck as he opens his mouth, and Priscilla lets a string of her saliva trickle down onto Ruby’s tongue while he sticks it out slightly. His bound legs and hands are shaking and begging for mercy, but his desire overcomes him as he obliges to each and every one of Priscilla’s commands, twirling her saliva around his tongue before slowly and shakily closing his lips.
“Now, just…”, she speaks, grabbing Ruby’s chin with her right hand and releasing her grip on the belt, letting it fall onto the floor before grabbing her knife with her left. His eyes widen instantly as he hears the steel unsheathe, but she hushes him with her finger. She makes a slow, gradual cut on the side of his neck, missing his jugular vein as blood leaks.
He groans and writhes in pain, but does his best to stay still as she finishes up. She begins to pounce on him yet again with the pace she left off at, watching his blood seep down his chest – her eyes almost sparkling with lust, and clouded in it too.
“W- Watching you bleed makes me so f- fucking close…!”, Priscilla rambles, pressing and sealing her lips to the wound she created as she begins to suck on Ruby’s neck as she tilts it to the side with her hand, sheathing her blade with her left.
Ruby whimpers even louder than ever, looking up to the ceiling as if he’s praying for a miracle, but overcome with the painful pleasure.
“P- Priscilla, I… f- fuck, agh!-“ Ruby almost lets himself scream before keeping his lips sealed tight before thrusting upwards into Priscilla, his orgasm having arrived and making him cum deeply inside of Priscilla, while she moans loudly against Ruby’s neck while she feels herself cumming too, coating his cock in her essence.
She bounces on him a few more times before slowing down, still sucking on his blood, letting their combined fluids flow out of her and drip down onto the dirty cement ground – the chair having almost broken.
She pulls back, licking her lips with a wide smile as she looks upon her work.
Ruby’s face shows he’s on another planet.
The scratches, wounds, bruises and other marks on his skin are clearly visible.
His clothes might as well not be there, as they’re so torn and ripped to the point he looks like he’s been through hell and back, and in some ways, probably has with her.
“Just a n- new tactic I’d try to m- make you spill some juice… not just info type of juice…”
