Darius and Astrid managed to sneak out of the dining hall, while their parents talked and laughed together. Darius stopped in front of his play room and turned to Astrid. "You can't tell anyone about this." He told her.
"Who would I tell?" She shrugged, highly curious to know what would happen behind the door. He opened the door and let her walk in first.
Cautiously, Astrid entered the room and frowned. "This is where you torture women." She said like it was a major discovery. It was, at least to her.
"I don't torture. I give them what they need. They just don't know that they need it" He corrected her, locking the door.
"You inflict pain on them. Seems like torture to me. I'm sure the walls in here are not even soundproof." She argued.
"Well, the pain works hand in hand with the pleasure. You see, pain in the most pleasurable way makes you question your life choices. Do you want to broaden your sexual experience, Astrid?" He asked.
"It's not like I've had much sexual encounters in my life." Astrid admitted with a shrug.
"I see. One rule: don't tell me what to do. Just do what I tell you." He told her.
"Okay, but we're not having sex with each other." She made it clear.
To her, it was merely an experiment. She was not a fan of Darius's idea of pleasure, but she wasn't afraid to put out feelers.
"If that's what you want. Oh, and if you want something so bad, you have to beg for it." He gave her a wicked smile, which she returned. "Come here." He used his hand to gesture at her.
She walked towards him, blushing as he stared at her intensely. "Take the dress off." He ordered. She took her dress off, revealing her hot pink bra and matching panties.
"Here." He led her towards a large wheel-like structure. "I'll strap you on this wheel, okay? You can scream however the fuck you want. The walls in here are soundproof. What happened in my room won't repeat itself." He assured her.
"Someone came in here to make it soundproof?" She raised her brows at him, wondering how the person would have felt.
"Don't worry about it." He told her as he placed her against the wheel and strapped her hands and feet, tight enough to keep her in place.
"Do you know what Kegel balls are?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I do." She answered. He smiled and opened a drawer, taking two balls out of it. He bent in front of her and ripped her panties to shreds, making her gasp at his animalistic behaviour.
He rubbed one of the balls against her clit, earning a moan. "Ah!" She curled her fists as he inserted one of the balls into her. "You can take it." He smirked as he prepared the second ball, twisting it between his fingers.
"D-Darius." Astrid called out as he inserted the second ball. She didn't like the fact that she wasn't in full control of her body, but she couldn't deny how good it felt.
Darius, not done with his work, took off his shirt and grabbed a vibrator. As he turned the vibrator on, their eyes met. He had a glint in his eyes, while she was struggling to level her breaths.
Without a word, he pressed the vibrator against her wet core and she screamed in pleasure, her body jerking against the wheel as the balls fell out of her.
"That was fast. You must be enjoying this." He noted. What he didn't know was that the slightest bit of rage was brewing underneath Astrid's skin. She wasn't one to be tied down and just react while he was in total control of her.
It was probably easy for other people to want to be dominated, but she felt different about it. To her, the intimacy had to involve both parties. One thing she couldn't wrap her head around, though, was that she enjoyed how it felt.
He repeated the action of inserting the balls and letting them fall out through the use of the vibrator one more time.
Looking around, he tried to find something that would make her beg for him. He knew she didn't want them to have sex, but he did. What better way to influence her than to have her beg for it right after making her hungry for more?
He grabbed hold of a nipple clamp and walked towards her. "W-What are those?" She stuttered. She had barely recovered from what she had just been through.
"I'll show you." He dragged the bra from her chest, unclasping it, just as roughly as with the panties. He rubbed the tip of her hard nipple with his finger, noticing the goosebumps on her skin.
He clamped her nipples slowly, while she gasped and moaned. "Do you want me to take it off?" He asked.
"I don't know. It's pretty painful, but I like it." She confessed, throwing whatever shame was down the drain.
Darius knew how it worked. Soon, she'd want more. He just knew it. All he had to do was break her. Slowly, but surely, it would happen.
"Of course you do." He aggressively pressed his lips against hers in a kiss. The kiss was so passionate, anybody would burn from the amount of heat they were giving off in large waves.
His mouth went down to her neck, placing kisses on her collarbone. He bit down on her neck lightly and sucked on her skin. "Darius." She purred softly.
His lips went to her breasts and he used his tongue to draw a line on her right breast. She sighed in perfect bliss.
Darius used his teeth to pull the clamp off. She screamed loudly, silently praying that Darius didn't lie to her about soundproofing the walls.
She wondered what her parents would think of her if they ever found out what was happening in secret.
Darius repeated the action on her left breast. Astrid was already trembling, trying not to give in. She didn't want to sleep with this man, but all she wanted at that moment was him. She also wanted to be in some form of control of herself.
Darius finally unstrapped her, giving her freedom. She fell against him, her legs trembling like never before. "I can't walk." She shook her head.
"We haven't even done anything, yet." He chuckled, placing her on the bed.
"I never thought it would be like this. I can't... Ah!" She didn't get to finish her statement when Darius rammed two of his fingers into her.
"I told you we weren't done." He growled, covering her mouth with his.
Astrid hadn't even slept with him, yet it was the most pleasure she had ever gotten from something intimate. Darius sure knew his way around a woman's body. Even he knew it.
As he increased his pace, she rocked her hips against his hand. Her legs buckled underneath her. But Darius, knowing she would release her essence soon, removed his hand. She gasped, glaring at him.
"Beg me to finish it for you. Beg me to fuck you." He ordered. She stood up from the bed and started to put on her dress sloppily.
"Is that what you wanted, all along? To let me beg for you to sleep with me?" She huffed.
"What? No, I just..." He stopped talking, knowing that she was right. That was what he wanted.
"Can't talk? I told you I didn't want to sleep with you. This is never happening again." She limped towards the door, opened it and left immediately.
The walk—limp, in this case—of shame didn't come without the pang and regret that reverberated in her head, giving her a mild headache.
Never again, she promised herself.