He shushed me again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, as though I could block out the horror and humiliation of what he was doing to me. He gave the rope around my chest a firm tug, pinching my nipples at the same time as he pressed his thumb against my clit. Even through my underwear, the pleasure point tingled and pulsed.

“Come for me, Nora.” His deep voice caressed my name, far more intimate than his mocking endearments. He’d stripped my soul bare, and he stared straight into me, those green eyes practically glowing in the moonlight as he compelled bliss from my unwilling body.

Tears streamed down my face as the pleasure built at my core, coiling my muscles tight beneath the cruel bindings. A soft cry hitched in my throat, and ecstasy crested.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, caressing me with merciless intent. “Let go. Give yourself to me.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to shove the pleasure back. I didn’t want to give myself to this monster. I didn’t want to give him anything, certainly not my pride, which he was wrenching away with every assured, rhythmic stroke over my clit.

“Ah-ah,” he chided, the rope pinching my nipples with searing, abrasive heat. “Don’t fight me, little bird.”

He pressed down on my pulsing clit, forcing pleasure to flood my body. My head tipped back on a primal scream: a shriek of rage and release.

His lips sealed mine, his mouth crashing against me as he devoured the sound of my pained ecstasy. His tongue lashed deep, ravaging me as he took full ownership of my entire being. He ripped away my modesty, my dignity, my freedom; he stole my very breath as he kept me locked in his cruel kiss, wringing more dark pleasure from my body as I writhed and jerked in his ropes.

My release peaked, but he didn’t release me from the brutal kiss. He continued to ravage my mouth as I was reduced to a quivering mess, all the strength draining from me as the pleasure trailed off. I could do nothing against him. Shame blanketed me with suffocating heat as his tongue tamed mine, and I allowed myself to drift.

“You did so well, Nora.” His praise skimmed over me, drawing a shiver to the surface of my skin.

I wanted nothing more than to melt into the chilly grass and pretend I didn’t even exist. So when he gently lowered my body to the cold ground, I didn’t squirm or struggle. I simply laid there and stared up at the stars, counting them until the numbers in my head became meaningless.