Chapter 3 Punishing Her

• “I’ll claim you, body and soul, sweetie!” Vander’s thunder voice filled the whole punishment room. He chained her again in that room. “Stop what you are doing! Fucking stop escaping!” His voice is cold as ice. No one dares to restrain him from anger.
• Absinthe struggled from the chains tied up to her feet and hands. She darted her cold gaze to Vander who is now mad and ready to devour her in the punishment room. “Don’t be too high, Vander. You’ll be the one begging me. Not now but soon,” she said, sharply.
• “Stop being stubborn and we’re good Absinthe,” he said full of authority, “don’t mess up with my plans.”
• Absinthe smirks. “If I wanted to mess up with your plans, I will,” she fired back.
• They were the only two inside the punishment room. No one dares to open the door. Vander’s plans today were ruined because he caught her enemy, escaping down from his room.
• “Don’t be hard-headed, Absinthe. You will not like what I do to you!”
• “Oh? Really?” She raised her brows. “You have already managed to touch me, what more you can do?” she asked, flatly.
• If stares could kill, maybe Absinthe is dead as meat now. His face doesn’t have any emotions. She can sense the madness in his eyes with a raging fire in her direction. She also noticed Vander’s muscles is clenching.
• He quickly approached her and stared into her eyes blankly. She tries to struggle with the chain tied up on her hands but every time he does that, his lips are getting closer to hers.
• Vander smirks at her, bringing his face closer to her.
• “Easy on me, sweetie,” he said, blowing his breath toward her.
• Absinthe closes her eyes and savored Vander’s sweet mint breath with the cigarettes mingled on it. She feels so hot about what Vander did. “Who do you think you are to order me around? You’re not even a God to make me confess!”
• Even if you’re a walking hot God, I won’t fall from your words.
• Vander just chuckled. “How about this?” his palm went down to her trousers, massaging her pussy.
• Why do I have this feeling to kill someone most especially, Vander Costello? And what’s with my reaction?
• Vander’s hands caressed the delicate part of her body making her groan in an unpleasant pleasure.
• “Do you feel how hot I am to you, Absinthe?” he whispered, huskily.
• He continues massaging her pussy, she groaned when his hands rub her pussy up and down. Feeling the pleasure of ecstasy, she wanted to release her loads. She’s soaking wet down there, still struggling on the chain on her hands, tilted her head on the other side to suppress her groans. She can feel Vander’s palm slowly unbuckling the belt which makes her hotter than later.
• “F-Fuck you, Costello!” she spits on Vander’s face, “Stop arousing me, dumb-ass!”
• His eyes glazed over with rage. Looking at her right now makes him want to kill Absinthe. His only purpose why she cages her is that make her confess to the person who wanted to kill him. He made sure that his plans won’t be sabotaged by Absinthe but it was ruined. She makes him mad right now.
• Vander removed his palm from her pussy. He wiped Absinthe’s sputum on his face. “You dare to spit on me?” he said, ruggedly. “Then let your bad action face the consequence for you did not behave along with me.” His voice is cold as ice. His thunderous voice echoed in the room, no one can restrain his madness. “You’ll be punished by me in an unusual pleasure that you don’t desire at all!”
• “Let me kill you, Costello!” she shouted back. “Damn you! You are a sex addict. You sadist asshole!”
• Vander moves closer to her, leaning on her ear while his hands are forcibly removing her belt and inserting his hands inside her garment. When he touches her wet feminine, she knows that he’s now smirking. He made her wet with his touch. Her body is on fire, she needs to release but she can’t do it.
• “I will kill you with this kind of pleasure, sweetie. I will pleasure you the way I wanted to do.” Vander whispered in her ear. He even bites her neck and puts a hickey on it. She groaned at that unusual feeling.
• “S-Stop…” Her words became a moan. “Just stop, V-Vander, please,” she pleads.
• His tongue swirl to her collarbone and kissed it before looking at her, desirably. “I’d like to take you. And I don’t know why I have this feeling to touch and pump inside of you,” he uttered, huskily. “I’m not good in bed for nothing, I can damage your vocal cords using my shaft thrusting in and out of your mouth.”
• She bit her lower lip, close her eyes, and savored Vander’s hot breath in her ear.
• Oh, God! Why did you punish me with this drop-dead gorgeous man?
• “I-I can’t… I can’t control it anymore,” she surrendered. “I need to release, Vander, remove the chains from my hands,” she said, difficulty in her voice.
• Chuckling in annoyance, Vander just rubbed his hands to her core feeling the dripping wetness of it. Her heart is hyperventilating, she didn’t know what kind of feeling it that.
• “I can’t, I’m still enjoying, sweetie.”
• “Vander, please. Please stop what you are doing to me,” she pleads.
• Vander just keeps on touching her delicate part. His free hand clenched her T-shirt and kissed her breast, biting, and licking it in a circular motion.
• Groaning, her abdomen now is in pain. “Damn it, Vander!” she growled.
• Vander keeps on enjoying what he is doing to Absinthe’s chest and gently massages her spot, up and down. Suddenly, the room filled with an unusual moan of hers. She didn’t want this.
• Absinthe doesn’t want Vander to pleasure her because it Is not right. It is against her principle as an assassin but it’s too obvious that she wanted that pleasure.
• “Now, are you gonna still escape?” Vander asked.
• It’s hard for her to speak because Vander didn’t stop moving his hands up and down to her core. He’s teasing her by making it slow. She wanted to release but if she tries, his movement was gone slow.
• “I won’t… I won’t escape. I’m sorry!” she growled, feeling the pleasure of ecstasy.
• Vander stop, removing his hands to Absinthe’s feminine.
• “If you have a problem with me, do not mess up with my plans,” he said while slowly removing the chain in her hands. Her hands felt relieved when it was free. Vander turned his back on her. She wanted to attack him at his back but restrain herself.
• I need to behave. I don’t like his pleasurable way of punishing. It’s not fucking desirable.
• “You can now release your loads. I know it is hurt right now,” Vander said and sit on the couch near the window. “My abdomen hurts too.” Absinthe stilled; she couldn’t believe what Vander’s personality has. Sometimes he’s cold and merciless and suddenly became sweet as sugar.
• “Fucking sex sadist, maniac!” She whispered, enough for him not to hear it.
• She swallowed hard when their eyes met again but avoid it quickly. She ran towards the bathroom but before she opens the door, Vander mumbled something that she clearly understands.
• “Escape and you’re dead.”