His tempting touch

Ariel wondered why the sexy man in front of her suddenly became soft. He didn't hit her, he didn't cuff her to the bed, he didn't treat her like a dog. 

Slowly, he trailed his finger up her thigh after leaving her unclad before him. With pleading eyes, she watched him stalk her, his long hair scattered all over his face and bare shoulder. She fought the urge to bite her lip, he was easily the most attractive man she had ever seen. 

His hand grazed softly against her skin, moving in-between his legs but he paused and caressed her cheek instead, a smirk plastered on his misleading face. 

Ariel couldn't help but wonder, what did he want? Why was he doing this to her? He wasn't being rough, she was confused. 

Miguel, on the other hand, loved to see how confused she was. He knew exactly what he was doing; he made her hate him by giving her the worst sex of her life earlier, and now, he was going to mess with her head by forcing her to want the same man that she despised. He wanted her to hate herself, he was a psychopath.

“Why are you so tense?” He chuckled, his eyes widened as they stared at the perfectly sized bundles sitting on her chest. Ariel did not answer but continued to stare at him, swallowing the lump in her throat.

With a swing of his arms, he cupped her breasts, massaging them subtly, a soft groan escaping his lips. Ariel could not help the throb that she felt between her legs, she fought her body so hard, trying to remind herself that she hated him. 

“Hope they taste as good as they look.” He winked at her before gently curving his lips around her areola and giving her an amazing suck. He moaned with her nipple in his mouth, his thumb and index finger squeezing the other one softly. 

Ariel's body trembled in pleasure, her neck slowly snapping back and her toes curling in ecstacy. She fought the urge to moan, she tried her best, but when he continued to suck on her red nipples, with his hand exploring the other breast, she couldn't help it anymore. A slight moan escaped her lips, and she mentally scolded herself, feeling embarrassed. 

Miguel smirked, enjoying what he was doing to her. He was trying to punish her, but he found himself enjoying the sound of her soft moans. Something about her was drawing him into a world that he swore never to go into, and it made him uncomfortable. 

With his lips still cuddled around her right nipple, he moved his free hand down to her wet entrance. He groaned when he felt his wetness, and he sent shivers down her spine. 

She tried to close her legs, but he pryed them open and lifted his face. “Don't even think about it. Keep those legs open for daddy.” 

Ariel slowly parted her legs, feeling obliged to obey him. She refused to admit it, but she wanted to see what he would do next. She hated to admit that she was enjoying it. 

“Good girl.” Miguel said before two of his fingers found their way into her pussy, scratching the top of her walls as slowly as he could. Her breath hitched and her eyes threw open, a loud moan escaping her lips. She arched her back in a desperate bid for more, feeling things that she had never felt before. 

“Master..” she sighed unknowingly, but quickly regretted it.

“That's it.” Miguel chuckled, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head. He bit his lip, increasing his thrusts. She looked seductive, and her moans were music to his ears, he didn't want it to end. He ended up enjoying it more than he thought it would— and it wasn't because he was punishing her. 

“Master!” She yelled out, clutching his arms as she approached a climax, her moans getting louder and louder. Her pussy lips tightened around his fingers, and before she knew it, she was shaking and screaming.

“Oh…!” 

Miguel withdrew his hand and moved away, waiting for her to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm that he had just given her. Ariel finally opened her eyes, her breaths fast and uncontrolled, she stared at Miguel and her face flushed in embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she allowed herself to enjoy the touch of the man she hated so much.

“You're such a pretty slut.” He said and she immediately frowned.

“I'm not a slut.” She muttered.

“Utter another word and lose your tongue.” He snapped and she lowered her gaze, immediately feeling disgusted by herself. “Now, get your clothes and run along like the bitch that you are. And the next time I find you close to that door, I'll have your pussy fucked so hard that you won't be able to walk for weeks— that is if you're still alive.” 

Miguel's words just reminded her of why she hated him in the first place. Sobbing silently, she got out of bed, threw her dress on and ran out with tears in her eyes. 

She ran straight into the bathroom, letting the water run down her body in a bid to wash Miguel's touch away. The memories, however did not leave her head. She found herself getting wet again and it drove her insane.

Sally was waiting in the room when she entered, a worried expression on her face.

“Are you okay?” She corked her head to the side.

“Why do you care? Stop trying.” Ariel answered harshly, gritting her teeth.

“Your resistance isn't going to make me stop being nice to you.” Sally said, keeping her face straight. Her long lashes batted at Ariel who scoffed before falling into the bed.

“I’m going to escape.” She said.

“Then get ready to die.” 

“Why do you think I'm doing it? I'd rather die than be trapped here with that psychopath.” 

“Hush!” Sally's eyes widened as she turned to the door as if trying to make sure that no one was coming. 

“I don't care if he hears me. It's better that he takes my life.” Ariel answered and turned around, refusing to say a word to Sally. 

Just then, the door opened and Xander walked in. Ariel shivered in fear at his presence, wondering what she had done wrong. She remembered him as the same man she had stabbed.

“Welcome, master.” Sally bowed, blushing secretly but Ariel noticed. 

“Hi Sally.” Xander flashed her a smile before turning to Ariel. “How are you feeling?” 

“I'm… I'm fine, master.” Ariel replied hesitantly, fiddling with her fingers. 

“That's good. I just came in to check on you.” He said, leaving her surprised. She thought that he was going to scold her for what she did but he didn't. He left the room and Sally followed but Ariel was restless.

Miguel was not just bent on causing her pain, he also wanted to destroy her mentally and emotionally. She couldn't stand that, she needed to leave. Instantly, she came up with another plan, she swung into action without thinking twice, making her way out of the room and into the complicated web of the clan. 

She knew just where to go, through the same hallway that she went through the last time, it was the only exit. 

Ariel ran for her life, but her freedom was cut short again when a strong but dainty hand grabbed her arm out of nowhere, swinging her around and pinning her to the wall. 

Ariel was shocked to see a woman holding her down, her hair dancing on her face. She was beautiful, but she was dressed like a warrior. Her name was Laura, and she was Miguel's trusted assassin. 

“Aren't you the new mistress? Why are you trying to escape?” Laura fumed, punching Ariel in the stomach before pulling her along to see Miguel.

“No, please, please don't take me back to him! Let me leave and I'll forever be in your debt.” She pleaded but Laura completely ignored her, being the stern woman that she was. 

They got to Miguel's chamber and Laura pushed Ariel in, reporting to Miguel that she wanted to escape. Miguel immediately ordered for her to be tied up and left on the floor, next to his bed.

“You'll never escape me little bitch, no matter how much you try. You are my prize, and you are mine.” He said to her, squeezing her jaw as hard as he could. Laura smirked, satisfied with what she had just witnessed.

She was deeply in love with Miguel, and she was glad that no other woman had thawed his frozen heart yet. She excused herself after watching Ariel weep, curled up in the corner. 

“You'll remain there for as long as I want, or at least until you learn your lesson.” Miguel rubbed his forehead, getting ready for a bath. 

“You'll pay for this,” Ariel was burning with fury. “I'll make sure that you pay for what you're putting me through, I'll make you regret it even if it costs my life!” She yelled out in tears, enraged. 

Miguel lowered himself before her, a grin playing across his lips. Absolutely nothing could hurt him, no one could hurt him, not after what happened years ago, nothing could hurt him ever again.

“I love a challenge, so go right ahead. I'd love to see just what you think you can do.” 

“You'll see.” She groaned.

“Challenge accepted!” Miguel laughed but his eyes suddenly darkened, “just pray that I don't break you first.”