The second round begun.

The second round was less about the shock of the first and more about the systematic dismantling of Maya’s resistance. Vincent didn't give her time to breathe or think. He moved within her with a relentless, rhythmic brutality, his body a heavy weight that pinned her into the charcoal silk. He didn't just want her body; he wanted her mind to fracture, to leave her with nothing but the sensation of him filling her.

"Look at me, Maya," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous vibrate.

She tried to turn her head away, her eyes squeezed shut, but he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his storm-colored gaze.

"Look at the man who owns you. Look at me while I fuck you."

"I... I hate you," she whimpered, though the words were punctuated by a sharp, involuntary moan as he hit her G-spot with a deep, punishing thrust.

Slap!

The sound of his palm hitting her thigh echoed through the room. The sting was sudden and sharp, causing her to gasp.

"Wrong answer," he growled. "Try again. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want your master."

"No... please..."

Slap!

Another strike, this time on her hip, leaving a blossoming red mark on her pale skin. Maya sobbed, her body arching. The pain was mixing with the pleasure, a volatile cocktail that made her head swim. The friction of his thick cock was driving her toward another peak, and the desperation for release began to outweigh her pride.

"Please... ahhh... please, Vincent..."

"What please, baby? Be specific. Tell me what you want."

"I want... I want you to... ahhh! Fuck me harder!" she screamed, the admission tearing out of her.

A dark, triumphant smile spread across his face. He shifted his grip, grabbing her waist and hoisting her hips higher, driving himself into her with a feral intensity. The sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, rhythmic shlick-shlick-shlick—filled the air. He was relentless, pounding into her until her vision blurred and the room spun. When he finally came, it was another violent eruption, his seed flooding her womb once more. He groaned, a guttural sound of pure possession, and collapsed against her, his breath hot and ragged against her ear.

"You're mine," he whispered. "Every inch. Every breath."

He didn't let her sleep. Once he had recovered his strength, Vincent decided that the handcuffs were too simple. He wanted her bound in a way that left her completely vulnerable, a living sculpture of his desire.

He unlocked the cuffs, but before Maya could even think of moving, he had her flipped onto her stomach. He produced a coil of heavy, black silk rope. With a precision that suggested he had done this many times before, he began to bind her. He looped the rope around her wrists, pulling them tight behind her back, then wound it around her chest and waist, cinching it until her breasts were pushed up and her posture was forced into a rigid, exposed arch.

"Mmm, look at you," he hummed, circling her. "A little bird in a cage."

Maya let out a muffled cry, her face pressed into the silk sheets. The ropes bit into her skin, the pressure creating a dull ache that heightened her sensitivity.

"You've been a bit too loud, baby," Vincent said, his voice dropping to a cold, clinical tone. "I think it's time we focused on your pleasure. Without your help."

He reached for a velvet-lined box on the nightstand. From it, he withdrew a sleek, obsidian-colored silicone plug with a vibrating base. Maya’s eyes widened. She tried to thrash, but the ropes held her fast, her body merely shaking under the constraints.

"No! Please, not that! Vincent, stop!"

"Shh," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the nape of her neck. "Just feel it."

He applied a generous amount of lubricant before pressing the tip of the plug against her entrance. With a slow, steady push, he slid the toy inside her. Maya let out a strangled scream as her walls stretched to accommodate the foreign object. Once it was seated deep within her, he reached over and clicked the remote.

The vibration started as a low hum, then escalated into a powerful, buzzing intensity. Maya’s entire lower body shuddered. The vibration echoed through her pelvis, hitting her clit and her internal walls simultaneously.

"Ahhh! Stop it! Please, turn it off!" she wailed, her voice cracking.

"Not yet," he murmured. "I want you on the edge. I want you so desperate for me that you'll beg for it."

He left her like that for what felt like hours, the vibration keeping her in a state of agonizing, unresolved arousal. Every time she felt she was about to peak, he would turn the intensity down, teasing her, bringing her back from the brink. He walked around her, occasionally slapping her buttocks or biting her shoulder, keeping her sensory system overloaded.

Finally, he couldn't take the sight of her trembling any longer. He reached down and yanked the plug out with a sudden pop.

Maya gasped, the sudden void feeling almost as intense as the fullness. Before she could recover, Vincent was behind her, his cock already hard and leaking. He didn't use any lubricant; he didn't need to. She was drenched, her body betraying her in the most absolute way.

He entered her from behind in one smooth, powerful motion.

"Oh god!" Maya screamed, her head tossing from side to side.

This position allowed him to go deeper than ever before. Every thrust slammed into her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her spine. He gripped the ropes around her chest, using them as handles to pull her back against him, maximizing the friction.

"Tell me you love me," he commanded, his voice a guttural snarl. "Tell me you love your master, or I'll stop right now."

"I... I..."

He pulled out almost completely, the tip barely grazing her.

"Say it."

"I love you!" she sobbed, the lie—or perhaps the budding, broken truth—tearing from her throat. "I love you, Vincent! Please, come back inside me! I love you!"

He let out a roar of satisfaction and slammed back in, harder than he had all night. He was no longer just making love; he was conquering her. He fucked her with a savage energy, his balls slapping against her in a wet, frantic rhythm.

"That's it, you little slut," he groaned. "Take it all. Take every bit of me."

As he reached his climax, he reached around and pinched her nipples hard, the sharp pain triggering a massive, crashing orgasm for Maya. She shrieked, her body stiffening in the ropes, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a vice-like grip.

"Fuck!" Vincent yelled, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her for the third time.

He stayed buried inside her for a long time, his heart hammering against her back. Eventually, he slowly withdrew and untied the ropes, though he didn't let her leave the bed. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping his massive frame around her small, broken form.

"You're going to be so happy here, Maya," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "Once you realize that I'm the only thing in the world that matters."

Maya lay in the silence, the rain still drumming against the window, feeling the warmth of his seed leaking from her. She closed her eyes, the hatred still there, but buried under a crushing weight of exhaustion and a terrifying, new dependency.