madness

In the morning, I was awakened by a presence at the foot of my bed, he was looking at me satisfied with my state.

Mr. Goupil smiled slightly, satisfied to see the state he had left me in. He approached the bed, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me shiver. He reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch triggering a shiver of pleasure despite the frustration that still consumed me.

"You had a good night, I suppose," he said, his voice low and hoarse. He laughed softly, a sound that made me blush with anger and humiliation.

I felt my cheeks burn under his mocking gaze, but I couldn't look away. Mr. Goupil approached again, his hot breath caressing my skin. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the mouth, his kiss light but possessive. I felt a shiver of disgust and desire mixed together, my body reacting to his touch in spite of myself.

He straightened up and stared at me again, his gaze intense.

My body had become hypersensitive from being deprived of pleasure, even the touch of the sheets had become painful.

Monsieur Goupil continued to roam my body with his lips, depositing light but unbearable kisses on my hypersensitive skin. I twisted and struggled as much as the ropes allowed me, but he did not turn away. His lips brushed my breasts, then went down my stomach, leaving trails of fire in their path. I gasped, trying to catch my breath, but he was everywhere, his touch invading me.

• please, please I will do anything you ask me, it hurts!!!

Monsieur Goupil stopped abruptly, his lips a few millimeters from my navel. He stared at me with an intense gaze, as if he was trying to see if I was really at the end of my rope. His hot breath caressed my skin, making me shiver despite the heat emanating from my body. He seemed to appreciate my reaction, because a slight smile appeared on his lips.

he released me, I threw myself into his arms in tears, hiccuping with despair at having been able to attract such wrath.

• sorry, sorry master I will do anything to never disappoint you again.
• Well Teyla, I will test you many times to be sure that you are not lying and believe me this night will pass for a sweet caress if you disappoint me once again or if you betray this promise.

Mister Goupil was still looking at me intensely, his eyes seeming to see through me. I felt naked and ****, not only physically, but also emotionally. He reached out and stroked my hair, his touch soft and soothing, but it only contrasted with the harshness of his words.

"I want you to understand, Teyla," he said, his voice low and raspy. "I am not a patient man. If you disappoint me, you will pay dearly."