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Fear: A Dark Mafia Billionaire Romance by Sara Fields – Extended Preview

I moaned with shame and then I heard him walk away. I hung my head, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. My blood pounded in my ears and my legs trembled from everything I had just experienced. I felt overwhelmed, but intensely satisfied in a way I had never even dreamed was possible. I’d had so many orgasms that I didn’t know if I would ever even want to come again.

My legs quivered, residual aftershocks of orgasms that hadn’t quite faded yet. I moaned and lolled my head to the side. His hand drifted across my bottom, tracing along a welt his belt had left and then I heard his boots clomp against the floor as he walked away from me. I was too tired to care, but I absentmindedly wondered if he was going to leave me here all night.

Maybe my ordeal was over now. Maybe now he’d let me go free that he’d gotten what he’d wanted from me. Or maybe, he was never going to let me go at all.

Did I even want him to?

I didn’t know.

A few minutes passed and then I heard the sounds of his boots returning. He didn’t say anything, nor did he move to release me from my bonds. I lay limply over the back of the chair, feeling the gentle throbbing of my body’s extreme satiated state.

“We’re not done, little girl,” he said, and I lifted my head.

What? He couldn’t be serious. Right?

But he was. I should have known that by now.

I swallowed heavily.

Fear.

I hadn’t been scared of him before, but at this moment as he stood there, staring at my naked body on display, I found myself growing afraid. With trepidation, I whimpered and opened my lips, whispering with my disbelief.

“Please. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded.

“No. I don’t think you have, little girl,” he answered.

My mouth went dry.

I heard something click open and within a moment, his hands were on my body, spreading some sort of soft lubricant around my bottom hole. He began to push his fingers inside my sore, well-used little hole and I moaned quietly as my body reluctantly began to simmer with arousal once more.

It felt good at first. Maybe some sort of warming lubricant.

Then it got hotter. So much hotter. It began to burn in the most chilling kind of way imaginable. I’d never felt anything like it, and I quivered with fear.

I cried out at the unexpected sensation, trying to squirm and avoid the terrible feeling deep inside my bottom and then something cool and hard pressed up against my tight little hole.

“What is that?” I begged, my voice high with anxiety.

“It’s a plug for your disobedient little bottom. I’ve taken the liberty to lubricate the hard metal with toothpaste to ensure that before this night is over, you’ll have learned that you’re no longer in charge,” he answered.

He pushed the plug against my tight hole, and I fought the feeling of the cool, slickened metal at first. But my little hole was already well stretched and had been used hard and rough by his cock and I didn’t have much fight left in me. The tapered end slid into me and its hard, unforgiving surface stretched my bottom hole even as my muscles tightened against it. I cried out as the plug took my asshole and clamped my lips shut when the widest, rounded point forced itself into me. Finally, the plug popped inside me and I felt myself releasing an audible sigh of relief. I felt so full and then something changed.

“Toothpaste?” I asked, squirming as my little bottom hole began to burn with fire.

“Yes. Toothpaste, naughty girl,” he replied.

He must have spread more onto his fingers because soon they were rubbing the paste onto my sore little pussy and then all over my clit. He must have used quite a bit of it because he took an extra-long time to rub it into my skin before he took his hand away. My pussy felt sensitive and I wondered if he would make me come again.

I wondered if I could even take it.

I whimpered.

Lastly, he walked around the chair and knelt before me, reaching forward and lifting my chin before he made me meet his eyes. In his hands were two clothespins and my eyes began to water once I realized what his intentions were.

Without a word, he reached for my nipple, opening one of the clothespins and closing it around my sensitive bud. I cried out as the teeth closed around my breast, crying out as pain lanced through my chest.

Then he put the second clothespin on the other and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the subsequent cry of pain.

“I want you to remember this lesson the next time you’re feeling sassy with me, little girl. I want you to remember that sass has its price, after all,” he said softly but the warning in his tone left me feeling shaky and unsure.

He stood up then and walked away. I tried to turn my head, tried to see where he’d gone, but he quickly moved out of my field of view.

“Wait! Where are you going?” I asked desperately.

“I’m going to leave you here to think about how you’re going to answer me the next time I ask you what you saw, Sofia. Think hard about what you’re going to say because I have infinitely more ways to make you suffer, little girl,” he answered, and a primal sound of anxious, aroused fear escaped my lips.

The elevator dinged and then I heard his footsteps scrape against the floor. The elevator doors closed, and I held my breath as everything went silent.

I wanted to cry.

I was alone. I was naked, bound to a heavy wooden chair, with a plug deep inside my bottom hole and toothpaste smeared all over my pussy. I whimpered, squirming back and forth as the chilling burn gradually intensified with each passing moment. I hadn’t expected him to punish me like this. In fact, I hadn’t even known toothpaste could do something like this in the first place.

My sensitive pussy burned as though it was on fire, hot and sensitive and far sorer than I could have even though possible. My clit throbbed with arousal, pain and pleasure intermingling into a confusing mixture that left me reeling from its overwhelming force.

I lifted my head and saw a digital clock on the nightstand by the bed.

It read 3:32 a.m.

The last time I’d looked at the clock it had been 10:15 p.m. I’d just gotten out of bed and my room had grown dark since the sun had set. So much had happened in the hours following my bath. So much had changed.

I squirmed a little bit, crying out softly as the burn grew more powerful. I bit my lip, feeling weak and vulnerable and more punished than I had ever been in my life. I was helpless against anything this man had done to me and despite everything within me that had tried to fight back against his dominant nature, I reacted to it all. Every last second of it.

I’d gotten wet when he’d spanked me and even wetter when he’d used his belt. He’d fingered me to orgasm with a burning, freshly disciplined backside while I was over his lap

He’d threatened to punish me with his cock, and I’d been turned on.

He’d fucked me and I’d very nearly begged him to.

Then, after all that was over, he’d fucked my ass and I’d come with his cock deep in my tight little virgin hole.

I’d been helpless against my own arousal no matter how hard I’d fought against it.

And now because I still refused to answer his questions, I was suffering for it.

The burning sensation on my clit was worse. It was intensifying at a brutal pace and it left me feeling vulnerable and very close to tears. The plug was a little smaller than his cock had been and left me feeling full, but my sensitive little bottom hole burned from the toothpaste. I’d never felt anything like it.

My pussy tingled with need, highly sensitive and stinging with sensation. I wanted to touch myself, wanted to wipe away the cruel punishing toothpaste and curl up in a ball until I could figure out a way out of here. I stared at the clock and strained to try to hear anything that might indicate that he was going to return but there was nothing.

He’d left me alone to suffer.

And suffer I did. For hours.

I whined. I cried. I begged for him to come back and relieve me from the terrible ache between my legs, but he didn’t come. I didn’t know where he had gone, and I didn’t know when he was going to come back and that made it worse.

The toothpaste seeped into my skin, igniting one nerve after the next as more time passed. My nipples were incredibly sore, pinched between the clothespins and I whimpered, trying to ensure the long handles didn’t touch the back of the chair and make the hurt infinitely worse.

I’d made that mistake once and the resulting twinge of agony had stolen my breath away. My nipples were sore. My pussy ached. My punished bottom hole burned from the continual stretch of the plug and the toothpaste working its way into my disobedient flesh.

“Please,” I begged but no one answered. No one came.

I was alone.

I started to sob.

I regretted everything. I should have just answered his questions and he wouldn’t have had to punish me like this.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to no one in particular. I hung my head and sobbed, pleading for him to remove the toothpaste, for him to give me another chance. I cried for a good long while and when I felt like I could cry no more, I looked up at the clock on the nightstand.

5:45 a.m.

More than two hours since he’d left me here to suffer on my own.

“Such a pretty little thing when I make you beg,” his voice echoed, and I stilled.

He hadn’t left me. He’d been here the whole time.

I sobbed with relief.

“Please. Please make it stop,” I begged. “Please take the toothpaste off, sir.”

I’d never sounded so desperate in my life. It was pitiful.

I heard a chair jostle behind me, and his boots padded against the carpet. I bit my lip and waited. I couldn’t see him. He made sure to stay behind me completely so that I couldn’t see the look on his face or what he was doing.

It made me all the more afraid.

A soft buzzing sound met my ears and I stilled.

I knew what that was. It was a vibrator. I had one of my own.

My mouth went dry as cotton and an extreme sense of helplessness passed over me.

“Please. I can’t take any more. I’m so sore,” I begged, but he didn’t listen.

Instead, he pressed the little vibrating egg against my clit, and I swore I saw stars. I came faster than I had ever come in my life and I sobbed. I screamed. I lost control and everything hurt. I flung my head from side to side and forgot about being careful to avoid catching the clothespins on the back of the chair.

Nothing mattered except the cruel vibrating egg between my legs.

My eyes rolled back in my head and pain racked through my body, only to be followed by a terrible surge of pleasure that held me captive and consumed me completely.

I cried harder.

“Please, no more,” I begged.

He didn’t stop.

I screamed as every nerve in my body ignited with brutal ecstasy. Liam was merciless as he forced one orgasm after another from my body until I went limp against the chair, no longer caring that my nipples hurt.

Everything hurt.

Nothing else mattered but me and him. That I had been disobedient. That he’d had to punish me for it.

Finally, he took the vibrating egg away from my sore little clit and I sobbed with relief, not caring that my face was a filthy mess of tears, my own wetness, and his drying seed.

“Are you still feeling sassy now, Sofia?” he asked.

I shook my head in desperation. He waited and I opened my mouth to answer him, frantic to make my voice work for him.

“No, sir,” I answered, and my lower lip quivered. Tears flowed freely down my face and I sagged against the chair, at least a little grateful for its sturdy support right now.

He was silent for a while and I sniffed, trying to rein back my cries. Then he moved in front of me, kneeling down. He took my chin then and forced me to look at him once again.

“I’m going to give you another chance, little one. Did you see my face when you tore my mask off?” he asked. His voice was calm, gentle even but ultimately expectant. His eyes were dark, and he still wore his mask. There was something in his eyes that urged me to tell him the truth this time.

I wanted to tell him I’d seen his face. I wanted to tell him that I recognized him and that he’d changed my life forever tonight. I wanted to tell him that I needed to please him more than I’d ever wanted to please anyone before.

But I didn’t. I didn’t say any of that.

I lied.

“I didn’t see enough to recognize your face,” I replied, biting my lip and breaking his gaze. I stared at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes even when he lifted my chin and tried to get me to look at him.

He sighed.

“I think you’re lying to me, little one. Everything about you is screaming that you are. The movements of your eyes, the way you refuse to look at me, the way you’re biting your lip right now and just how tense you became as soon as you spoke,” he explained, and my belly fluttered nervously with fear. He rose back up to his feet and walked behind me.

I couldn’t see him anymore.

The merciless buzzing clicked back on and I cried out, desperately trying to escape the cuffs when he pressed it against my clit once more.

“No. No, please,” I pleaded.

I couldn’t take another orgasm. But it wasn’t up to me. It was his decision.

With his other hand, he gripped the base of the plug and started fucking me with it.

It was too much. I broke apart in seconds, sobbing as he forced me to come again. Completely shattered, I cried as my orgasm brutally ripped me to pieces in front of him, demolishing every last one of my walls with a resounding scream. The sounds coming from my throat sounded primal in nature like I was a captured wild animal trying to fight to survive. I came so hard from a place somewhere so very deep inside my soul that I knew my life would never be the same after that.

He forced every last second of my orgasm and when it finally began to fade, he took the egg away. He’d ravaged me, mastering the very deepest part of me and I cried harder than I ever had. Every part of my body was shaking with sensation and it took everything in me just to draw in one deep breath after another. He walked around in front of me again and lifted my chin.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, my words hitching as I sobbed.

He’d broken me and now I was his. I’d tell him whatever he wanted to know.

“Naughty little liars get punished, don’t they, Sofia?” he asked, and I shook as I opened my mouth to answer.

“Yes, sir,” I answered, my voice hoarse and hardly above a whisper.

What he said was right. I’d never been punished like this. Hadn’t thought it was even possible. I should have known better. I should have been afraid of him from the start.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, little girl. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll answer truthfully this time,” he said softly, his tone dripping with warning.

There was no doubt in my mind that he would continue to wrench one orgasm after another from my body until I was willing to answer his questions. He didn’t speak for several minutes, allowing me to gather myself and for my tears to dry. Finally, when I’d found some semblance of control, he ran his thumb gently across my chin and asked me if I’d seen his face once more.

I broke down then and I told him the truth.

“I did see your face and I know who you are. You’re Liam Bradigan and you’ve taken me captive,” I cried, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks.

He sighed and I nervously bit my lip.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asked pensively, and I stilled.

“Please. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this if you just let me go,” I pleaded, and he shook his head.

“No. I can’t release you now, Sofia,” he answered, and I shivered, deciding I’d give it one last try. Maybe if I sounded more pitiful or more apologetic, he’d change his mind.

“Please,” I pleaded. I put everything in me that I had to give in to that one word, but he simply got up and walked over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and taking a small pink item out. He knelt back in front of me and held up what appeared to be a pink jelly butterfly.

“You lied to me,” he said, and my blood ran cold.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I answered, squirming in my cuffs.

“Naughty little liars are dealt with very harshly in my hands,” he threatened, and I struggled harder.

“Please. Don’t,” I pleaded but my words fell on deaf ears.

“I want you to know that you’re no longer in charge, little girl. You don’t get to decide when and how I will punish you. You don’t get to decide anything anymore. I do and I’m going to make sure that you are completely aware of that,” he replied, and a strangled cry escaped my throat.

He walked around me and pressed the little pink butterfly directly against my clit and then he wound the attached straps around my thighs and fastened it into place. When it was secure, he returned to his place in front of me and I watched him warily.

He removed his phone from his pocket and tapped it a few times before placing it down in front of my face.

He’d set a timer for fifteen minutes.

I froze.

He reached beneath me and removed one clothespin from my right breast, and I sobbed as a terrible burst of pain blossomed across my chest. When he reached for the other, I tearfully cried out a plea for him to grant me mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. When he removed the final clothespin, I writhed with agony as my sore nipples throbbed painfully to life.

Everything hurt so much.

I realized that he held a remote in his right hand then. He reached down and turned the timer on his phone on and then the vibrating butterfly roared to life.

I cried out with alarm.

He dragged another chair in front of me and sat down. I met his eyes, pleading for mercy but in their dark depths, I found none.

My thighs tightened as I fought the pleasure rising inside me once again. I begged for him to turn it off. I begged for him to give me one last chance, but I had pushed him too far and now I was going to pay for it.

He started to stroke his cock through the fabric of his pants.

He was enjoying this.

My orgasm slammed into me fast with a force that left me breathless. I stared down at the timer and desperately realized that only thirty seconds had passed and I still had well over fourteen minutes left.

My sore little clit and my bottom hole burned from the toothpaste. Every muscle in my body strained from overstimulation and there was nothing I could do to stop the vibrations between my legs.

I sobbed. And then I came again.

Tears flowed down my face as one orgasm after another was wrenched from my taxed body. I screamed and cried as he punished me, miserably watching as the seconds slowly ticked by. The clock moved more slowly than I could have imagined, and it made it seem all the more terrible.

“Please,” I begged, my voice thick with emotion.

Ten more minutes to go. Only five minutes had passed.

I came again.

I twisted and turned, trying to avoid the cruel vibrations between my legs but nothing stopped it. The butterfly was positioned securely against my clit and bound as I was, there was no escaping it.

“Are you going to lie to me again?” he asked, his tone expectant.

“No, sir,” I sobbed, barely able to string the two words together.

“Good. Come for me again,” he demanded.

I did. I came so many times that I lost track.

I was never going to forget a punishment like this for the rest of my life. He’d taken me and rendered me into a sobbing mess of sensation, and I was desperate for it to stop. I needed it to stop but I knew it wouldn’t. He’d decided to punish me, and I was going to take every last second of it.

He was in control of me completely.

I sobbed as another orgasm stole my breath.

“Are you afraid of me now, Sofia?” he asked.

I answered him with the most honesty I’d ever shown in my life.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered as the vibrations intensified.

“Good. You should be,” he replied, and another orgasm tore through me.

Each minute ticked by and every time I checked the timer, I moaned with helplessness at the time that was still left. This was hell. This punishment was more pleasure than I could ever handle on my own. But he was there with me and I tried to hold onto that.

Everything hurt. My nipples ached and my bottom hole still burned from the toothpaste lubricating the plug he forced inside me. But most of all, my sensitive little clit felt like burning agony as one orgasm after another was forced from my aching body.

The timer still ticked down and I lost all rational thought.

Hurt.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Helplessness.

Nothing else mattered but the vibrating toy between my legs and the time left on the clock. I screamed. I cried and I sobbed as my punishment ravaged me. It destroyed me, shattering me like tiny little shards of glass that could never be put back together again.

When the timer finally ran down to zero, he clicked off the vibrator, but I was so far gone that my clit continued to pulse with aftershocks long after. He stood up from his chair and unbuttoned his pants. I looked up through hooded lashes, watching as he walked out of my field of view.

He maneuvered behind me and I expected him to unbuckle the straps of the pink butterfly, but he didn’t. Instead, the horrendous vibrations started back up again.

Then he slid his cock inside my pussy.

I cried out in shock, but then he began to fuck me with such ferocious intensity that it stole my breath away. He fucked me hard and fast and despite the exhaustion in my body, another reluctant orgasm started to surface.

I cried. I begged and pleaded for mercy.

It didn’t matter. He fucked me harder.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as his hips slammed into mine. He groaned quietly and that’s when I felt his seed spurt deep up inside me.

It was all too much. I couldn’t take it and then I came again one final time.

My world split in two as my pleasure devastated me utterly and completely. I fractured entirely then, and I sobbed, but no more tears fell. I’d cried them all. I’d cried them all for him.

I continued to weep as he slid free from me. I cried out when his touch just brushed against mine, my body a mass of overwhelming sensation and I barely registered my freedom as he unbound me. The vibrations stopped and then he unfastened the straps around my thighs, finally removing the little pink butterfly from my pussy. Then his arms wound around me and lifted me up from the floor and I curled against him.

He sat down on the bed and I clung to him desperately as I sobbed, holding on to him as though he was the only lifeline that anchored me to Earth. His palm rubbed up and down my back, comforting and soothing me as I struggled to gain control of my breathing and the rest of my body.

“Shh. It’s alright, sweet girl,” he murmured, and I fisted my hands into his shirt.

I pressed my cheek against his chest, not caring that I was probably smearing our mixed juices all over his shirt. Instead, I cried, and I listened to the beat of his heart and gradually pulled myself back together.

I’m not sure how long we sat there together, but gradually, my heartbeat returned to normal and the burning temperature of my body began to very slowly cool down. Eventually, I stopped crying, the tears slowly drying on my cheeks. The place between my legs continued to tingle from the toothpaste and I wondered how long the torment would continue.

I didn’t know what to expect from him and that scared me. I also realized that I liked that part of him.

“Are you alright?” he asked, dragging his fingers through my hair gently and petting my scalp. I leaned into his touch and nodded.

I’d been punished very thoroughly, but I had survived.

Being here in his arms at that moment though made it all worth it.

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