Chapter 190/Stretching the Depth of My Virginity

Chapter 190: 190/Stretching the Depth of My Virginity

Chapter 190

Stephanie’s POV

The words died in my throat, and the tears froze in my eyes as I watched the leather whip flex between his palms with a terrifying suppleness. It released a subtle, sinister hiss that systematically choked the last remnants of my rebellious courage. Driven by a panicked instinct, I scrambled backward, dragging my naked, shivering body across the dark silk. I desperately sought the solid boundary of the wooden headboard, trying to shield myself with the empty air, while his cold blue eyes tracked my retreat with a detached, sadistic amusement.

He looked like a predator closely monitoring a bird with broken wings trapped inside an inescapable cage.

"Where do you think you are going, Stephanie Miller?" he whispered, his voice dangerously quiet, calm, and yet far more lethal than thunder. "I have already turned the key in the lock, and your disobedient body swore absolute submission in my office. Retreating now is a sin I never forgive."

He advanced toward the bed with that same towering, absolute dominance. Reaching out a single, massive hand, his rough fingers clamped around my bare ankle with effortless, bruising power. With a swift, forceful yank, he violently dragged my naked frame back down the mattress, trapping me beneath his crushing bulk in the blink of an eye.

"Ah! Professor—"

A panicked gasp tore from my throat as the cold leather of the velvet-lined cuffs suddenly encircled my raised wrists. Moving with rapid, highly practiced expertise, he fastened the restraints directly to the hidden iron rings concealed behind the pillows. Within seconds, I was stretched out, completely bound and entirely exposed beneath his shadow held in a vulnerable position where I didn’t even possess the right to close my thighs.

He picked up the long leather whip, but he didn’t rush to strike me with reckless violence. Instead, he callously dragged the rough, cold leather tip slowly up and down against my throat, before sliding the cursed weapon down over my trembling chest. He pressed the handle down with a calculated, heavy pressure across my stomach, tracing all the way down into the tight junction of my forced-open thighs. My lower abdomen constricted in pure, visceral terror.

"P-Professor Thorne... please," I choked out between ragged, broken gasps. "The cuffs... I’m... I’m scared..."

"Fear is the very first step toward absolute obedience, Stephanie," he murmured, his face inches from mine before he suddenly whipped the leather back into the air.

Crack!

The sharp lash of the leather sliced through the air, striking the sensitive skin of my right thigh with a blistering, tearing burn. My entire body violently convulsed against the silk, a loud scream echoing off the walls of the room. The pain was absolute and blinding, yet in a dark, twisted way, the agony injected a fresh rush of boiling lust directly between my heavily slick thighs. He didn’t give me a single second to process the fire; instead, he brought the whip down again with calculated cruelty against my other thigh, branding my flushed skin with his own rules.

I threw my head back against the pillow, my eyes staring blindly at the ceiling as tears cascaded down my cheeks. Professor Thorne leaned his massive frame completely over me, the scent of his expensive cologne tangling with the raw heat of his skin and his dark, predatory focus. His free hand traveled down, his long fingers firmly gripping the swollen lips of my weeping pussy, which was throbbing from the mixture of pain and desire. He began to rub my clit with his rough thumb, applying a heavy, sadistic pressure that made a shattered wail rip from my throat. My body was melting, vibrating erratically between absolute torment and destructive ecstasy.

Suddenly, he lifted the weapon once more.

Crack!

The leather lashed across my right thigh for a second time, a scalping sting that made my limbs jerk violently within the constraints. Before I could catch my breath through the burning heat, he reached into the black bag and pulled out a wide roll of heavy-duty tape. With a swift, tyrannical motion, he slapped a thick strip directly over my lips, instantly smothering my screams into muffled, desperate whines that rattled my chest.

He leaned over the bag again, his hand emerging with cold iron clamps.

He advanced, his icy blue eyes gleaming with a dark, terrifyingly sadistic passion. He attached the heavy metal clamps directly onto my nipples, which were rigidly erect from the cold and the pain. A sharp, agonizing shock traveled straight through my core, making me thrash helplessly against the leather cuffs, utterly unable to scream. He didn’t stop there. His large hand slid down to brutally grip the lips of my soaked pussy. He callously spread my wet flesh wide open to inspect my depth, his rough thumb grinding against my hyper-sensitive clit with a provocative violence that drove my senses to the brink of madness.

Professor Thorne slowly withdrew his hand, drawing himself up to his full, imposing height at the edge of the mattress. He calmly evaluated my broken, bound body flushed with red whip marks, pinned by shackles, and clamped by cold iron. With a single, decisive jerk, he ripped the heavy tape off my mouth, making my lips burn as a ragged gasp escaped me, my tears overflowing.

He pulled his erect, terrifyingly thick dick free from his trousers, its monstrous length and raging veins looming over me as the wide, blunt head glistened heavily with pre-cum. He lowered his hips, hovering that pulsing, blistering heat right against my raw opening from the outside without plunging in. Fixing his frozen blue gaze deep into my panicked eyes, he began to speak.

"Now, Stephanie Miller..." he growled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated against my bare, sensitive skin. "...you have tasted a few drops of my hell, and you know exactly what you are facing tonight." He deliberately shifted his heavy bulk down, smearing the glistening head of his dick against my tight entrance with a sharp pressure that made me whimper. "Your body is completely bound beneath my mercy, but I am going to give you one final, absolute choice from your own tongue." He suddenly clamped his massive hand around my jaw, squeezing hard to anchor my face and force me to look into his icy eyes.

"Either you beg to retreat right now, and I will unlock these chains and let you leave with your virginity intact, never to enter my world again..." He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing my ear as his pulsing heat pressed firmly at my threshold. "...or I take your virginity tonight under my own sadistic terms, without a single shred of mercy. Choose, Stephanie. Can you handle it, or not?"