Reward

"This is what happens when you act so defiance."

He didn't show any hint of kindness when he walked past her and moved the armchair. But he paused with his hand on the doorknob.

Then Clara felt his shadow encase her, with deep voice he said, "Give me your hand."

She shook her head, eyes still looking down to the floor. She wanted to scream to leave her alone but her throat couldn't function. Her pussy was clenching on emptiness because she was turned on from his humiliation.

"Come on, babe. Just give me your hand." He said with gentler tone.

Clara looked up slowly at his unreadable face. Babe or bitch, maybe she was both because she obeyed his command, wanting his nearness, his comfort. She was terrified Xander would leave her alone after he used her.

He gently backed her on the armchair, he had pushed it to the side of the door.

"This is your reward for being such a good girl." He whispered on her ear and kneeled down on the floor, between her legs.

Xander skimmed his fingers across her long legs, to her thigh and slid his finger into her panty. He chuckled when he found the wetness pooling there. His middle finger rubbed that spot and Clara choked out weak mewl as his commanding fingers curled into her.

His other hand cupped her right breast and he dived into her neck, biting and sucking fiercely on her sensitive skin. Clara circled her hands on his neck, felt connected with him.

"Say my name." He said as her moan grew louder and louder.

"Xander…" She whimpered, her legs shaking.

"Am I your first man?"

"You.. You are, Xander." Her hips bucking when he hit her g-spot.

He whispered in her ear what he wanted to hear and Clara, so lost in pleasure, screamed, "You are the first and the only man, Xander. Oh.. Please don't stop. That was my first time having a cock inside my mouth."

Then her body convulsed, she fisted his dark hair as she recite his name over and over. She came apart, throbbing and clenching around his fingers.

Fuck!

He was supposed to hate her. Today, he broke again and became weak. He was so close to walked away without giving her any satisfaction after he used her ruthlessly.

The sight of her with lowered head on the floor, alone and helpless stirred the unwanted feelings inside him. And when he found her arousal from sucking his cock, Xander knew she enjoyed the humiliation. Enjoyed the ruthlessness.

But he could see the fear of being left alone disappeared behind her eyes when she took his offered hand. His plan was to destroy her bit by bit, using her until she couldn't live without him, savoring her destruction.

Xander just needed one more thing before all of this could end. One more important thing.

Her love.

He would make Clara Anastasia loved him like she never loved anyone else. She would beg for his affection, for his love in return. What she didn't know was all of that died in him long ago.

This was only a game. A game to fulfilled his revenge.

Problem was, after he tasted her body, fucked her out of his mind, he kept coming back to Clara. She had that magnet that pulling him closer and closer. He wanted more of her and when he gave her relief, it pleased him.

The Clara in front of him and the Clara he pictured all those years ago in his mind was two different person. She was supposed to be sly, cunning, ruthless person beneath her angelic face. She showed no mercy to other people, no kindness inside her soul.

He just need to pushed her to the brink for her true self to appeared in the surface. But summer was coming to an end. He didn't have much time.

Clock is ticking, Xander.

You will get what you wished for.

And she would pay for her sin.

***

Her hands were still circling his neck, refused to let go. But he stood up eventually and watched her on the sofa with her ballerina legs spread apart, her juice stained the armchair, the one that she used to bar the door.

Clara straightened her dress, blushing furiously. She didn't see where Xander threw her underwear. It was gone.

"Where are we going for dinner?" Clara asked when Xander walked to the door.

"We?"

"But I thought.."

"I only invited Norah, not you. You just had your dinner after all." He smirked, opened the door and locked it.

"You.. You filthy swine!" Clara screamed.

She was so exhausted, he kept putting her through this agony. Playing this hot and cool games. It was easier to accept her situation than endure the pain of holding back her tears.

But that was the only weakness she wouldn't display in front of him, he could make her scream in pleasure, begged for release, but she wouldn't gave him the satisfaction of watching her cry.

Eventually it would end somehow, it was impossible to keep her here forever. Maybe with Norah, Xander will lost interest in her and found her more attractive.

Yes, Clara had to make sure they got together. Norah will found out about her situation and convinced Xander to release her.

But her feelings were conflicted. She didn't want him to leave her, she never felt so connected to anyone before. She felt his heart called out to her, to filled the emptiness inside.

They hated each other so hard that they grew attached. She knew she care for him because of his dark childhood. He just never felt the love he was supposed to receive.

Clara dumped her body on the mattress after a long bath, having given thought about all of her feelings.

It was stockholm syndrome!

It must be that and she needed Noah to buy a book about that topic for her. It further convinced her to push Xander and Norah together.

With that thought, she slept like a baby while the two people in her mind had dinner together.

*** End of Chapter 38 ***