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Esmeralda looks best on her knees, where she belongs. That should be enough to make him feel a bit better about this, but truth be told, even in this position, he still can’t make sense of how badly he wants her, how much it is eating him up inside. He has to have her, no matter what it takes, and now that he does, he has to make sure that he really puts her in her place, that he gets her back for all of the thoughts that she has forced into his head.
Not to mention the fact that punishing her is, essentially, acting on those thoughts, something that should not arouse him the way that it does. But if this is how things have to be, then this is how things have to be. Better to take care of it now than to let it get worse and worse, to let it consume him beyond the point that he can manage it.
Now that he has her in his possession, it is easy to force her to do what he wants, and he can only hope that, after he has had her, it will be enough to purge him of these thoughts. He can only hope that it will not get him so addicted to it that he can never go without again, once he has had a taste of what it feels like.
There is a fire burning as she looks in up at him, as if she still can’t accept the fact that her situation is completely hopeless. The red scarves that bind her arms, beautiful but tied tight, are too much for her to break on her own, and she has long since given up on trying to rip them off of herself. She knows that she has no choice but to do whatever he wants, but still she looks at him with such passionate hatred, not realizing just how much that fire of her own lights a fire in him, making him want her all the more.
The fact that she is stripped naked is probably adding to her anger, and he only spends so much time looking at her eyes because he still can’t handle how it feels to be able to take in every inch of her body whenever he wants to.
He circles around behind her, though, because right now, he is just wasting time looking into her eyes, imagining how it might feel to break her. Right now, he needs to actually try to break her, and that is what the flogger in his hand is for. A punishment befitting the filthy whore that she is, trying to tempt him, even succeeding in that, and driving him to this point. If he has to suffer like this, then she deserves it, deserves to hurt for the torment that she has brought into his life.
He relishes in the way that she screams out as he begins to strike her, rearing back and bringing it down harder on her back with each blow. If only this were a proper punishment, if only he weren’t so fucking hard right now, then he might be able to pretend that he is doing the righteous thing now. But he knows all too well that this is all for his own depraved desires, desires that he has never had any problem with before, desires that bring him nothing but shame and misery…and arousal, beyond his wildest imagination.
He flogs her until she is sobbing, and that sound turns him on more than it should as well. So much so that he wants to silence her, in whatever way that he can, though he settles on a way that will at least help assist with his arousal. There is a part of him that worries that she might try to bite him, but she must know better than to actually try to fight in any way, because, when he pushes his cock past her lips, all she does is take it, despite that same look in her eyes. Perhaps a whore like her can’t think to do anything else, no matter how much she may despise the person doing this to her.
He holds her head in place, making sure that there is no way for her to try and pull back, even once he has started doing all that he can to be rough with her, thrusting forward, fucking her face with all that he has. He fucks her so hard that he does not even give her any room to breathe, wanting to see the way that she starts to slip away as she struggles, the way that fire begins to fade from her eyes, all because of what he has done to her. Like this, he can almost forget the fact that he is not supposed to want this at all, and instead feel satisfied that he is finally close to taking what he wants.
He is so close to the edge now, and Esmeralda is barely hanging on, he can tell from looking down at her. But he is not trying to kill her with this, only trying to put her in her proper place, while trying to quench the fire she has lit within him. When he is right there on the edge, he pulls back all at once, pulling her back by her hair as well, and as she gasps for breath, trying so hard to recover after all of that, he loses himself, making a mess of her as he comes.
Esmeralda looks positively repulsed as he comes on her perfect, sinful body, made all the more sinful as a result. If they were just going on appearances, then he would appear blameless the instant he covers his now-flaccid cock again, whereas she is still naked, still covered in his seed, still absolutely debauched. As far as he is concerned, that is how it should be, seeing as she is the source of his sin.
As he turns away from her, he tries to ignore the stinging disappointment that he feels, when he realizes that he only wants her more now, just as he had feared.