Baron

A door closed behind her. Her buyer dragged her to a bed and threw her onto it. She brushed against a wooden post—a four-poster bed, Wednesday thought.

A voice, used to being obeyed, told her:

-Spread your thighs. Wednesday obeyed. She felt the man scrutinize her; she felt scrutinized, examined. She could hear his breathing.

• You're beautiful, you little slut. I'm going to take immense pleasure in breaking your virginity, but also any hope of pleasure you might have. You belong to me. You're here only for my pleasure, to satisfy my urges.

Suddenly, a hand slapped her between her thighs violently, striking her genitals and clitoris. Wednesday stiffened, a strangled cry escaping her from behind the gag as sharp pain radiated between her legs. The Baron's fingers lingered, crushing the sensitive flesh with calculated brutality, before withdrawing just enough to leave a lingering burn.

He removed the ball gag.

• I want to hear you scream. Spread your thighs even wider.

Wednesday obeyed, spreading her trembling thighs further, the skin of her hips stretched taut with the effort. A shameful dampness beaded between her lips, betraying her body despite the delicious terror twisting her insides. The Baron sensed the betrayal of her flesh even before the voice, a damp glimmer in the dim candlelight.

The Baron passed a candle that was burning Wednesday's pubic hair, slapping away the small flames with treacherous blows. Each slap smothered a glow with a brief crackle, leaving behind a pungent odor of charred flesh and hot wax. Wednesday writhed, a hoarse cry escaping her as her muscles tensed in agony.

• Ah yes, yes, it's so...
• You're just like your mother, an Addams Family member, you love pain as much as pleasure. I'll see to it that I'll satisfy you beyond your wildest dreams.

He bent down and bit her clitoris almost tore. Wednesday screamed, a hoarse, piercing sound that echoed off the black velvet walls. The pain was so intense that for a moment she thought he had ripped it off, a sharp, burning sensation, followed by a dull crushing sound as his teeth released their grip, leaving behind an agonizing throb.

Without giving her a chance to recover and catch her breath, he began thrusting in and out of her, pounding her mercilessly. Each hip thrust was an explosion, a **** so precise it tore strangled sounds from her, half-moans. The Baron's fingers dug into her hips, holding her there with a **** that would leave bluish-purple marks tomorrow.

Wednesday alternated between pleas and cries of pleasure, always begging for more. She was going mad; she no longer knew what she was feeling.

The Baron chuckled through his teeth, feeling her body tense as he thrust even deeper, until every muscle of Wednesday's body contracted in exquisite agony. His hand suddenly moved up to seize her throat, crushing her against the damp pillow as he quickened his pace, each thrust of his pelvis making their flesh slap together with an obscene sound.

Wednesday felt her tears mingle with the sweat on her temples, her dilated pupils reflecting the flickering candlelight.

His hand began to **** Wednesday's throat, enough to suffocate her but not enough to kill her, plunging her into a state where pleasure and agony merged, as he continued to **** her mercilessly. Removing the blindfold from her eyes, she saw his pleasure in watching her suffer at his hands, seeing her as nothing more than a vessel for his primal, even bestial, urges.

The Baron's laughter slithered between his clenched teeth, hoarse and wet, as his fingers dug deeper into Wednesday's pale flesh. She felt his nails tear at her hips, tracing scarlet welts that swelled instantly under the pressure. A new, more violent thrust tore a strangled gasp from her; her stomach contracted, her muscles twisting like snakes beneath her skin.

Just as she was about to faint, the Baron ejaculated inside her, triggering her first orgasm—it surpassed anything she had imagined.

A searing wave engulfed her, violent like a tidal surge, wrenching a hoarse cry from Wednesday that shattered against the Baron's palm, still tightly clamped around her throat. Her body reared, wracked with painful, devastating spasms of pleasure; she gasped like a dying animal, ravaged by