Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 8: Lustfully Confined.

TW: Sexual Assault, Power play, Dominance, Drugs e.t.c

She attempted to depart, while expressing her refusal, Lord Maximus swiftly closed the distance, a gun in hand. Her sudden halt and redirection towards the ominous barrel created a tableau of suspense, enveloping the room in an enigmatic blend of fear and anticipation.

Forcibly pressing his lips against hers, he deftly opened her mouth with his thumb. Guiding his cold thumb to her upper palate with calculated precision, he slid his index finger into her mouth, tightening his grip until it became a sinister chokehold.

The room echoed with her desperate coughs as he eventually released her, guiding her back to her original position. The weight of the gun in his hand served as a haunting reminder of the power he held.

"Dance for me. I won't harm you," he said softly, his hand on the rifle, instilling a tremor in her. Dr. Martini hesitated, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt.

Finishing the unbuttoning, she slowly lowered the zipper of her skirt, which clung to her curvy waist. Feeling humiliated, she instinctively covered her cleavage and bra, pleading with Lord Maximus not to expose her body. Yet, he continued to scrutinize her, his focus lingering.

Removing her shirt, she used it to wipe the blood from her chin and neck before discarding it onto the floor alongside her skirt. Underneath, a black bra and matching pants adorned her, appearing brand new.

Lord Maximus couldn't help but smile at her complexion—a pristine white with hints of gold. Her strong yet elegantly curved physique captivated his gaze.

Adorning her hips were tattoos of butterflies and geese. Instinctively concealing her body in shame, her attempt was met with Lord Maximus's amused grin. Retrieving his cannabis, he ignited it, exhaling thick clouds.

"Come closer," his voice retained an eerie calmness.

Dr. Martini moved hesitantly, enveloped in shame, shielding her breasts. Her response carried a blend of fear and resentment, maintaining a cautious distance, the table acting as a barrier between them.

As she leaned forward, Lord Maximus tightened his hands around her neck, asserting his dominance. Dr. Martini's futile struggles for breath ceased only when he eased his grip. "Your mysterious allure captivates me," he whispered, exhaling cannabis smoke. "Allow me to explore it passionately."

"My lord, release me, I beg you. I've committed no offense against the Shaque laws," Dr. Martini pleaded, her voice tinged with fear and a subtle hint of enticement.

"No, you haven't. In this place where love is forbidden, I'll exhibit my feelings as terror, hidden under a facade of despair. Love was never a chapter in my learning," he declared, the cannabis stick dangling from his lips. With a chilling smirk, he rose and positioned her in his vacant seat, forcing her legs over the chair's armrest.

As he firmly spanked her, the sensation rippled through her body, the impact echoing in sync with their tryst. Settling back into the chair, she felt the vibrations resonate within her. Gently lifting her chin, he indulged her with puffs of fragrant cannabis, enveloping her features in a hazy veil.

In the intimate haze, Lord Maximus guided the chair's twirl to a languid halt before exploring her with his hands. Each touch was a delicate dance on her skin, arousing sensations that swept through her being, igniting fiery anticipation with every caress.

Dr. Martini struggled for breath as his touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting goosebumps across her skin. Meeting his intense gaze, she raised her hands, only to have Lord Maximus forcefully bring them down.

His hands ventured boldly across her chest, trailing heightened sensations towards the curve of her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips, yet Lord Maximus persisted, his touch relentless, caressing and exploring without pause.

Unyielding in his pursuit, Lord Maximus spanked her thighs fervently, each strike leaving a fiery imprint that tinted her skin a crimson hue, marking the zenith of their encounter.

Dr. Martini's scream pierced the charged air, echoed by Lord Maximus's sinister grin. As the chair halted, he closed the distance between them.

"You bewitched me with those seductive curves," Lord Maximus sneered, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere.

Struggling to focus amid pain and fear, Dr. Martini's gaze darted between Lord Maximus's eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. His lips brushed her forehead in a momentary gesture of false tenderness, wiping away the glistening trails on his own cheek.

Furrowing her brow, she snapped back to reality at Lord Maximus's commanding voice. "Rise and attire yourself."

Despite her weakened state, Dr. Martini locked eyes with him, her gaze ablaze with intensity. This unexpected surge of resilience urged her into swift action. She lunged towards the table, donning her clothes with urgency, each garment a shield against the looming ambiguity.

Lord Maximus rose with deliberate movements, smoothing his impeccable suit, an enigmatic smile lingering on his lips. His penetrating gaze swept across the surroundings, an astute scrutiny encompassing the entire environment, leaving an air of intrigue in his wake.

With an aura of subtle command, he quietly departed the office, melding into the swirling wisps of smoke from his smoldering cannabis, becoming a shadowy figure veiled in intrigue.