The Beast by Jaden Wilkes

sensation under his own flesh that set his nerves on fire. He wanted this perfect creature, but he wanted information even more.
    He picked up the riding crop and ran it along her thighs. She was completely naked to him now, and the sight of her body enflamed his urge to control her. “You can make this easier on yourself by telling me your name,” he said and hit her legs with the crop. She winced and shook her head. He reached down, dragged the rope off her ankles and pulled her legs wider.
    He took his finger and pulled it along her belly to her upper thigh. He traced the scars there and sought her heat. He pushed a finger inside of her slit and found her wet and hot. Ready for him.  Her hair was short, trimmed but not shaved smooth. He preferred this. He wanted to feel like he was fucking a woman, not a little girl. He didn’t understand the North American obsession with hairlessness.
    He had to find her weakness. If threats and abuse wouldn’t work on this girl, he would try another approach. He heard her gasp as he grazed her clit with the top of his finger, felt her involuntarily push against his hand. He rubbed her gently and dropped the crop, reached up with his other hand to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped again and whimpered, not fear this time but pleasure. He imagined if she cut herself so severely, she must be tolerant to pain. He pinched her nipple hard and twisted it while applying more pressure to her clit.
    She moaned and bucked against his touch. He had been right, she liked some pain with her sweet pleasure, so he pinched harder and rubbed her clit with more force. “Are you going to tell me your name yet?” he asked with a mocking smug tone. “Or are you going to make me work for it? Because from this position, I have to say I don’t mind working for it.” He emphasized his final words with a hard thrust against her clit and a tight pinch of her nipple. She responded by crying out and exhaling a soft groan.
    “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he slid another finger between her soft folds and moved them towards her entrance. She was hot and slick and pushed her hips against his hand as he did so.
    She shook her head and panted. “Then you know what you have to do,” he said as he thrust two fingers into her tight heat, “tell me your name.”
    “Col-” she gasped and tilted her hips to allow him full access to her sweetness.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that,” he said, bemused by her rapid acceptance of his body inside of hers. He pulled his hand from her breast and pushed her thighs open farther to accommodate his talented fingers.
    “Columbia,” she cried out as he slid his finger back inside of her rapidly and thumbed her clit. He growled his triumph and fucked her hard with his hand, rubbing her clit in quick succession. She pushed against him and he felt her pussy tighten around him as she reached the brink of her orgasm. His cock was raging hard and wanted inside of her more than anything he could think of at that moment.
    With an iron will, he pulled his hand away just before she reached her peak and said, “Now we’re getting somewhere.” He ran the tip of his finger up her thigh to her stomach, traced the scars around her belly button and added, “Columbia.”
    She howled and started to sob on the table. Her orgasm unrealized and her name given up, she kicked at him as he stood beside her. He held her legs down and chuckled. He had realized years ago that there was nothing angrier than a woman denied her pleasure.
    “What the fuck kind of sick asshole are you,” she yelled. “You’re insane! Let me go, I won’t tell anyone what you did.”
    “What did I do?” he asked and held her legs down as she wiggled and fought against him. “I simply showed you what I could do to you. I made you want more just so I could get what I wanted.” He reached up and unhooked her arms. He wanted to take her to the wooden cross in the centre of