The faint light of dawn crept through the grimy window when the steel door exploded inward, its hinges shrieking as Jason's massive frame filled the room. His eyes blazed with molten gold, raw fury radiating from him like heat from a furnace. His nostrils flared, catching the scent of her disobedience, and the air thickened with his rage, his scent—sweat, blood, and feral power—choking her. She froze, slumped against the wall, her hand still slick between her thighs, the evidence of her all-night struggle glistening in the dim light. Her heart seized, terror clawing at her chest as his gaze burned through her, seeing everything.
"You dared to defy me," he snarled, his voice a low, venomous growl that vibrated in her bones. He stepped closer, boots thudding against the concrete, each step a countdown to her punishment. "I *told* you I'd know." His eyes flicked to her trembling hand, and a cruel smirk twisted his lips as he grabbed her wrist, yanking it up. Her slick fingers caught the light, and he inhaled deeply, his pupils dilating with a mix of rage and hunger. "You reek of it," he spat, the words a blade that carved through her shame. Her pussy throbbed, still wet and aching from her futile attempts, and the self-disgust made her want to scream, her body betraying her even now under his glare.
She scrambled back, her torn dress snagging on the rough floor, but there was nowhere to hide. "I didn't—I tried not to—" Her voice cracked, a desperate plea, but his snarl cut her off, sharp and merciless.
"Don't," he snapped, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head, caging her in. "You thought you could steal pleasure behind my back?" His breath was hot against her ear, his voice dripping with menace. "You're going to pay for that, but you won't enjoy it." Her pussy clenched at his words, a traitorous pulse of need that made her hate herself more. How could she want him? This monster who'd caged her, broken her, forced her to beg? The thought was a poison, twisting in her gut, but her body didn't care—it burned for him, slick and swollen, and the shame was a weight she couldn't shake.
For a moment, a spark of defiance flared in her chest. *I won't let you win,* she thought, clenching her fists, her nails digging into her palms until blood welled up. But as Jason's hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, that spark flickered, drowned by the heat in her core. His eyes held a storm—rage, yes, but something else, a flicker of torment that mirrored her own. He was suffering too, his jaw twitching, his breath uneven, as if the bond tying them was a chain around his neck as well. But he wouldn't yield, and neither would he let her.
He shoved her down to the floor, her knees hitting the concrete with a jolt that made her gasp. His hands were on her in an instant, tearing away the last scraps of her dress, leaving her bare and shivering. Her pussy throbbed, wet and aching, the need so intense it blurred her vision. He knelt before her, spreading her thighs wide, exposing her dripping core to his gaze. The humiliation burned, but the ache was worse, pulsing with every second, begging for his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh, and she braced herself, desperate for relief, for anything to ease the torment. But he didn't touch her where she needed it most. His lips hovered, teasing, his tongue flicking out to taste the air, not her, and the denial was a knife twisting in her core.
"You wanted pleasure?" he taunted, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "You'll get nothing until I say." His fingers grazed her thigh, brushing so close to her pussy that she whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily. But he pulled back, leaving her trembling, her pussy growing wetter, the slickness dripping onto the floor. The ache was unbearable, a molten fire that made her want to scream, and the shame of wanting him—*him*—made her sob, tears streaming down her face.
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he studied her, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw something break in him—a crack in his control, a flicker of need that matched her own. His hand trembled as it hovered over her skin, and his breath hitched, betraying the war raging inside him. But then his smirk returned, colder, more calculated, and he leaned in again, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, stopping just short of her throbbing clit. "You don't deserve release," he whispered, his voice a cruel caress. "Not after you betrayed me."
Her body arched toward him, a desperate, involuntary plea, but he pinned her wrists above her head, his grip bruising. The bond between them pulsed, a supernatural tether that amplified every sensation, making her pussy throb harder, wetter, with every near-touch. She hated it, hated him, but the need was a living thing, clawing at her sanity. "Please," she whispered, voice raw, hating herself for the word. Her pussy was a furnace, dripping with need, and the desperation was a wild, gnawing thing that threatened to break her. Jason's eyes gleamed with sadistic satisfaction, but that flicker of pain was still there, as if he hated her for making him want her too.
He continued his torture, his hands roaming her body, teasing her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, always avoiding her aching core. Each brush of his fingers was a fresh agony, her pussy pulsing with every heartbeat, the slickness now a pool beneath her. She tried to fight it, to cling to that spark of defiance, but the bond twisted her desire, making her crave him even as she loathed him. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body betrayed her, arching, trembling, begging for the release he refused to give. His own torment was evident—his breath ragged, his hands shaking, his arousal straining against his jeans—but he held firm, his rage and control a wall she couldn't breach.
Hours passed in a haze of torment, the night stretching into an endless purgatory. He'd bring her to the edge—a fleeting graze of her clit, a brush of his lips against her inner thigh—only to pull back, leaving her gasping, sobbing, her pussy throbbing harder, wetter, with every denial. The bond amplified everything, a cruel magic that made her feel his desire too, a mirror of her own suffering. "You're mine," he growled, his voice hoarse, as if the words cost him something. "And you'll suffer until I say you're done." Her tears flowed, mixing with sweat, as she writhed under his touch, her body a live wire, her mind fracturing under the weight of her need and shame.
She tried to speak, to beg, to curse him, but her voice was gone, swallowed by the relentless ache. Her pussy was a pulsing, dripping mess, each throb a reminder of her betrayal, her weakness, her desire for the monster who'd broken her. The self-disgust was a crushing weight, but it only made her wetter, her body screaming for him despite everything. Jason's own struggle was clear—his eyes wild, his hands trembling as he fought the urge to give in, to take her fully. But he wouldn't, and neither would he let her find release. This was their punishment, a shared torment that bound them tighter than the mark on her neck.
As the night dragged on, her defiance crumbled completely, replaced by a desperate, broken surrender. She was nothing but need, her pussy throbbing with a ferocity that made her want to claw at her own skin. Jason's torment never wavered, his fingers and lips pushing her to the brink, only to deny her again and again. The air grew heavy, the room suffocating, and then it came again—that low, guttural growl from beyond the walls, louder this time, vibrating through the concrete. Jason froze, his head snapping toward the sound, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What the hell is that?" he muttered, his voice sharp, his control faltering for a split second.
Her heart lurched, terror cutting through the haze of desire. Something was out there—something bigger than Jason, something that made the bond pulse with a strange, unfamiliar energy. Before she could process it, the growl turned into a bone-chilling howl, and the room shook, dust falling from the ceiling. Jason's grip tightened on her wrists, his eyes darting between her and the door, a flicker of fear breaking through his rage. "Stay here," he snarled, but as he stood, the howl came again, closer, and the air crackled with a power that wasn't his. Her pussy still throbbed, her body still ached, but the new threat loomed larger, a shadow that promised something worse than Jason's cruelty, leaving her trapped between desire and dread as the night spiraled into chaos.