Stella’s POV

“Stand here quietly!” Xavier’s roar echoed through the darkened playroom, sharp and furious, vibrating straight through me. He was angry. Too angry. But fuck… why was my pussy already soaking my panties just from that voice?

Before I could breathe, he was in front of me, ropes in hand. He tied my wrists above my head to the cold metal bar, the rough fibers biting into my skin, making me shiver. My legs were yanked apart, spread wide as he cuffed my ankles to the side poles. My body was exposed, helpless, trembling.

His glare burned through me, hot and merciless. He looked like sin itself — tall, broad, seething with rage and control. And yet, every nerve in my body screamed for him.

With one brutal move, he ripped my dress from my body, fabric tearing like paper, leaving me gasping in my red lace lingerie. His eyes darkened instantly, heat and fury mixing with lust.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Dressed up like a slut, tempting every man around you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

I opened my mouth, trembling. “He just shook my hand—”

SMACK! The leather whip cracked across my bare breasts, making me cry out. “Defending him now? Really, sweetheart?” His voice was low, dangerous, possessive to the core.

“No! I—I wasn’t—”

Another vicious crack of the whip across my nipples had me moaning in pain and arousal. “Xav—”

His palm slammed over my soaked panties, hard and punishing. “What did I tell you about names in my playroom, babygirl?”

“Sir,” I gasped, thighs trembling.

“Right.” His lips twisted into a cruel smirk. He tore my bra clean off, tossing it aside. My nipples hardened instantly in the cold air, only to be met with another stinging strike from the whip.

My body arched, a scream ripped from my throat. “Sirrr—”

His hand slid down, yanking my panties down my thighs, baring me completely. He wrapped the lace around my head, blindfolding me. The sudden darkness made every nerve in me spike.

The next sting landed directly on my pussy, the whip snapping across my swollen clit. My hips jerked violently, a loud cry spilling out.

“You dare smile at another man? For that, babygirl, you’ll scream until your throat is raw. He got his hand broken for touching what’s mine. But you—” His voice dropped, husky, possessive, laced with danger. “You get this.”

He leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “Count every smack to that ass, and after each, you say it: I am only yours, Sir. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered.

smack " One. I am only yours, Sir"

smack " Two. I am only yours, Sir"

smack " Th..three. I am only yours, Sir"

smack " Ahhh.Four. I am only yours, Sir"

smack " Fivee.I am only yours, Sir"

smack " Ahh ahhh.Six. I am only yours, Sir"

More harder.*smack* " Fuckkk. Seven. I am only yours, Sir"

smack crying" Eight. I am only yours, Sir"

smack sobbing" N..nine.I am only yours, Sir"

"You're doing soo good babygirl.Just one more." smack sobbing loudly" Tenn.I am only yours, Sir"

“You did so well, my little slut,” he murmured, fingers tracing the fiery welts on my ass. He pressed his lips to my ear. “But your punishment? That’s only the beginning.”

My body quivered, dripping wet, desperate.

The sudden buzz of a vibrator made my breath hitch. Cold, hard silicone pressed against my folds before sliding inside my drenched pussy. My walls clenched instantly around it.

“Ahhh—Sirrr!”

“You love being filled, don’t you, babygirl? Such a greedy little cunt.”

Before I could answer, another toy pressed against my ass — thicker, colder. He pushed it in slow, stretching me until I moaned helplessly, already trembling.

“Ohhh fuck—Sir!”

“And since you were such a bad girl…” Another hum. Another vibrator. This one pressed against my clit, teasing, buzzing mercilessly. My legs shook against the restraints, the overstimulation maddening.

“Sir, please, I—I can’t—”

“Oh, you’ll take every fucking thing I give you.” His tone was savage, jealous, possessive. “You’re mine, Stella. No one else gets this pussy, this ass, this mouth. Only me.”

He twisted clamps onto my nipples, tightening them until I cried out. Then he tugged, cruel and sharp, sending jolts of pain that melted into unbearable arousal.

I was crying, moaning, begging — and he just laughed low, dark. “Look at you. Falling apart. And you’re not even stuffed with my cock yet.”

He shoved two fingers inside me alongside the vibrator, thrusting hard, stretching me open even more. My pussy clenched around the brutal invasion.

“Sirrr—too much—”

“Not even close.” He pulled the vibrator from my ass, replaced it with a thick dildo, then pushed the smaller vibrator back inside beside it. My body shook violently, overwhelmed.

“Triple stuffed like the whore you are,” Xavier growled, watching me writhe. “How does it feel, babygirl? Say it.”

“Too much—ohhh fuck, Sir—it feels so good—I’m yours, only yours!”

“That’s right.” His belt buckle clinked. The sound alone made my breath hitch. Then, with one brutal thrust, his thick cock slammed into my pussy, shoving the vibrator deeper inside.

I screamed, body jerking back against the restraints. “Ahhhh fuckkk!”

“Taking my cock and the vibrator, like the filthy slut you are. So fucking tight—your pussy belongs to me. Say it.”

“It’s yours, Sir! Only yours!”

His thrusts grew savage, pounding, ruthless. My body bounced helplessly with each snap of his hips. The dildo in my ass shifted, the vibrators hummed at max speed, the nipple clamps bit harder with every thrust. I was nothing but a toy for him to use.

“You think men can look at what’s mine? Think you can smile at them?” He slapped my pussy hard between thrusts, making me scream. “You’ll pay for that. You’ll fucking pay.”

He rammed into me faster, rougher, animalistic. My walls clenched, my body shaking violently.

“Sirrr—I’m cummingggg!”

“Cum, slut. Cum all over my cock, scream my fucking name.”

I shattered, squirting around him, my body convulsing with brutal, blinding pleasure. My juices drenched his cock, soaking my thighs.

But Xavier didn’t stop. He slapped my ass, slammed into me harder, chasing his own high. “You hear me, Stella? Every man who looked at you today—I wanted to fucking break them. But instead—” His teeth sank into my shoulder, savage. “I’ll break you.”

“Fuckkk Sirrr—ahhhhhh!” My voice was hoarse from screaming, but my body kept obeying him, taking everything, drowning in too much pain, too much pleasure.

Finally, with a groan that shook his chest, Xavier slammed deep inside me, balls slapping against my soaked pussy. He roared, filling me with his hot release, spilling into me until I was overflowing.

I collapsed against the restraints, broken, shaking, dripping.

He untied me slowly, careful even in his roughness. My body fell limp into his arms. He pulled out, watching our cum leak down my thighs, then pushed some back into me with his fingers.

“You’re mine. Only mine. No one else gets this. No one else gets you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, weak, wrecked, trembling.

He kissed my forehead, still possessive even in tenderness. He wiped me down gently, unclipped the clamps, massaged my raw wrists. Then he carried me, bridal-style, to the bed, tucking me into the sheets.

I curled into his chest, exhausted, my body throbbing but satisfied, owned.

“Sleep, babygirl. You were perfect tonight. But remember—” his lips brushed my ear, soft but firm. “You’re mine. Only mine. I love you.”

And with his arms wrapped tight around me, I drifted into sleep.

                                The End