The Villains Must Win-Chapter 348: (+18) Alistair Cain 8

Selene flushed with humiliation and need, squirming against the bed as Alistair’s teasing caress sent sparks of pleasure skittering across her nerves.

She could feel his eyes upon her most intimate place, drinking in the sight of her shameful arousal.

"Mmmm," Alistair hummed approvingly, bringing his slick fingers to his lips and savoring the taste of Selene’s essence. "You have such a sweet cunt. So pure and untainted by any other man’s touch."

Selene quivered at the praise, pride swelling within her that she had pleased him so thoroughly despite - or perhaps because of - his brutal attentions.

In that moment, she knew she would do anything to earn more of Alistair’s dark approval.

Anything at all.

All to live and advance the plot. The soul inside her thought, smirking.

Alistair’s eyes gleamed with wicked intent as he surveyed Selene’s bound and vulnerable form splayed out before him.

He could see the desperate arousal etched into every line of her body, from the peaked nipples straining against her chemise to the slick, swollen folds of her sex. She was a feast laid out for his pleasure, and he intended to savor every morsel.

With slowness, Alistair retrieved a slender silver vibrator from the tool table. The device hummed to life as he flicked it on, a low purr that promised untold delights.

Selene’s breath hitched in anticipation as she watched him approach, his tall frame looming over her like a dark god.

"Let us see how long you can endure this sweet torment," Alistair murmured silkily. "I will not stop until you beg me for mercy, but even then . . . I won’t stop."

Selene shuddered at the threat even as liquid heat pooled between her thighs. She knew all too well the depths of pleasure and pain Alistair could inflict with that wicked toy.

But she was determined to hold out as long as possible, to prove her worth as his plaything.

All for the plot! The soul inside her thought, laughing and enjoying the play.

Alistair began by trailing the vibrator along Selene’s inner thighs, teasing her with near-misses until she was quivering with need.

Then, without warning, he pressed it directly against her aching clit and held it there. Selene cried out sharply at the intense stimulation, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"That’s it," Alistair crooned darkly. "Let me hear you moan for me."

As Selene writhed beneath him, Alistair reached for a delicate ostrich feather lying atop the bedsheets. He dragged the soft plume across her sensitized nipples in maddeningly light caresses that made them pucker even tighter.

The dual sensations of vibrating bliss against her pussy and whisper-soft torment on her breasts had Selene panting harshly within moments.

"Please...oh please..." she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for anymore. Release? Mercy? More?

Alistair merely smiled cruelly and increased the pressure of the vibrator, rubbing it in tight circles over her throbbing clit.

"Please what?"

"M-more . . ."

Alistair’s icy fingers wrapped around Selene’s throat, squeezing just hard enough to make her gasp. "Did I tell you that you could speak?" he hissed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Who are you to order me about? You will do as I command, and nothing more wench."

Selene’s eyes flashed with rebellious fire even as a shiver of dark arousal raced down her spine. She knew she should fear this cruel vampire...but all she could feel was the intoxicating thrill of submission.

What are you, some kind of child? She thought inside.

Alistair sneered, punctuating his words with a sharp smack to Selene’s already reddened ass. She cried out at the sting, her body arching instinctively into the pain.

"All you need do is please me," he purred silkily in her ear as he continued to rain blows upon her tender flesh. His other hand tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back at a brutal angle. "And nothing more."

Selene whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as the agony blurred into ecstasy. She knew better than to beg for mercy - Alistair would only take sadistic pleasure in her suffering.

"What do you say?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

Selene swallowed convulsively, hating herself even as the words spilled from her lips like a prayer. "Y-yes Master."

Only then did Alistair release his grip on her hair and throat, rubbing soothing circles over the abused skin of her ass.

Selene shuddered at the contrast between pain and pleasure, her body already craving more.

Augh . . . damn this is addicting. The soul inside her thought. Though she had to admit that this was draining.

"Good," he praised darkly before resuming the vibrator against her vagina.

Selene’s head thrashed against the pillow as ecstasy built inside her like a tidal wave threatening to break at any moment.

But Alistair knew just how to keep her balanced on that razor’s edge. He eased off on the vibrator just as Selene neared the precipice, letting her float down from that dizzying height only to begin again with renewed intensity.

Tears of frustration leaked from Selene’s eyes as he toyed with her mercilessly.

Through it all, Alistair remained fully clothed and aloof, his own arousal straining visibly against his trousers but denied to both of them.

His focus was solely on wringing every last drop of pleasure-pain from Selene’s quivering body until she was utterly spent.

Only then would he consider his own needs.

And so the night wore on, a dance of dominance and submission that left Selene breathless and aching in ways she had never known possible.

Alistair was a master at his craft, pushing her to her limits again and again until she was a boneless, mewling mess.

Yet even as exhaustion claimed her, Selene knew one thing for certain - she would gladly endure this exquisite torture for the rest of her days if it meant being Alistair’s perfect little plaything and survive and advance the plot.

Selene’s eyes widened in shock as Alistair suddenly loomed over her, his large hand wrapping around her slender throat.

She barely had time to gasp before he was pressing down, cutting off her air supply. Selene’s head slammed back against the pillow as she struggled instinctively against the suffocating grip, but Alistair was far too strong for her.