I tossed my head, flailing and trying to buck him away as he ruthlessly prodded that same spot. Stroking against it. Sending vibrating shockwaves rolling through me. Faster and faster.

My breasts flushed. The nipples hardening. Goose bumps pouring over my flesh. I flexed my hands wanting to grab something. Tossing my head in a search for something to bite.

“Scream for me, Plaything.”

“Please…” I sobbed in desperate need.

He thrust harder. Jerking against the spot that was making me crazy.

My arms outstretched as far as he’d allow. My head jerking up as I came screaming. Shouting wildly. The sound coming from somewhere deep inside me.

An animal cry that couldn’t be squelched.

“Good Girl.” He purred. Slowing but not stopping. “Again?”

“No, no please.”

“Say my name again.” He leaned near my ear to whisper.

“Lucien!” I begged unashamedly.

“Fine.” He smirked. “Then it’s my turn.”

He pounded wildly into me. Purposely resuming prodding the spot that sent curling sensations burning through me. He got rougher the more I begged for surrender. The more I fought against the surging waves of pleasure the more determined he was to take me there again.

“Now.” He ordered. Pushing in deep and holding it. His powerful thighs tight against the inside of my legs.

I screamed against as I curved around his cock. Clenching and biting down on him as I struggled and came simultaneously. Unsure if I was fighting for more or trying to escape the overwhelming waves of sensation.

***

He slumped sideways exhausted and in moments I heard his breathing deepen. I peered over the bed and realized that I could see the key tied to his breeches laying on the floor.

I looked at the porthole and could see a clump of trees on some bit of land in the distance. Close land.

Close enough to get to.

And here the keys were.

So close I could almost reach them. But I’d have to get over him to make it.

Holding my breath, I eased overtop him. Certain he’d wake and catch me.

Take me brutally in punishment for my efforts.

But he didn’t wake. Too tired to. Realizing he was sleeping more heavily than I’d ever imagined he would.

I clutched the orange blindfold. Eying his hands huddled before his face. Hands tucked under his cheek as though praying. I desperately threaded the satin around his wrists and tied the knot softly before yanking it taught.

He lurched to a sitting position. His alarmed gaze assessing me then falling to his hands in shock.

I leapt over him and clutched the key.

“Don’t do that, Plaything!” He shouted as I fled across the room to the door. Bare as the day I was born.

He launched to his feet, a heartbeat behind me. But I managed to make it through the door and slam it behind me. Locking it solidly while I heard him thumping against the door as he thudded against the bit of fabric.

I heard it tear.

He was ripping free.

And he’s going to tear down that door with equal fervor.

Gasping I fled up the few stairs and into the moonlight spilling over the deck.

As I stepped out onto it, I felt the burn of countless pairs of eyes turn on me. Flashing gold in the dim light with interest as they looked at me. Stopping what they were doing to turn.