The Villains Must Win-Chapter 347: (+18) Alistair Cain 7

Each lash was measured—pain given shape but never allowed to turn cruel. Tears spilled down Selene’s temples as her body writhed, her cries echoing in the dim chamber.

"Good," Alistair murmured, pausing to admire the crimson bands across her torso. "You endure so well."

It hurt at first—sharp, unfamiliar, almost unbearable—but the pain did not last. It softened until it melted into something far more dangerous.

Pleasure followed, slow and intoxicating, threading itself through her senses in a way Selene—or the soul bound within her—had never known before.

It was a new kind of pleasure, unsettling in its intensity, awakening something dormant inside her. She did not yet understand it, did not wish to admit it... but she knew, with a quiet certainty, that this was a sensation she would come to crave.

Alistair set the strap aside and reached for something small, metallic—a clamp of gleaming silver.

Selene’s breath hitched.

"What... is that for?" she whispered.

His smile was slow, and small. "Discovery."

He climbed onto the bed beside her, pinching her reddened nipple until she gasped. Then the cold metal touched her heated flesh. She flinched, but he held her steady.

"Breathe," he instructed. "I don’t want this to be over with."

The clamp closed with a decisive bite.

Selene cried out—pain blooming sharp and immediate, tipping into something dark and spiraling. Tears gathered again as she panted through it.

Alistair’s gaze softened—if such a word could ever describe him.

"Screaming will get you nowhere. It will only tire you out," he whispered.

He attached a second clamp to her other nipple. By the time he finished, Selene trembled violently, her breaths shallow and broken.

The chains linking the clamps swayed as she moved, each motion sending jolts of sensation through her.

Alistair dragged a finger down the chain, making her gasp.

"Your body sings," he said quietly. "I will take my time learning every note."

He explored her slowly—tracing welts, tugging lightly at the clamps, making her whimper with each touch. Pain and pleasure braided together until she no longer knew where one ended.

And Alistair watched her come undone with reverence.

Not lust.

Not cruelty.

Reverence.

As if her suffering was an offering he alone was worthy to receive.

"You’re mine now," Alistair reminded her darkly as he loomed over her prone figure. "Mine to use and abuse as I see fit."

He punctuated his words with a sharp tug on one of the chains, making Selene cry out sharply. "And I have so many more delights in store for you."

Selene shuddered at the promise in his voice - equal parts dread and desire twisting in her gut. She knew she should be terrified of what this man would do to her...but some depraved part of herself yearned for it all the same.

"Are you going to kill me after this, my Lord?" she asked weakly.

"I have no interest in killing you," Alistair answered. "If I did, you would already be dead."

That was not reassuring.

"But I am not harmless," he continued. "Nor am I capable of... softness. Whatever fragile notions you carry about mercy or affection, you would do well to abandon them."

Selene took a breath. "You think I expect kindness from you?"

"Aren’t you all?"

Selene’s laughed a little despite the situation. "Don’t worry my Lord. I don’t expect anything from you, so rest assured."

Alistair’s eyes flashed with annoyance as Selene’s defiance pricked at his ego like a thorn. He had grown accustomed to the pleas and tears of the countless wenches he had ravished in this very chamber, their broken sobs music to his immortal ears.

Yet here was this chit, bearing his torment with naught but a coy smile and a haughty tilt of her chin.

With an impatient growl, Alistair seized Selene’s wrists and bound them above her head to the bedpost. The supple leather cuffs bit into her flesh as he tightened them cruelly.

"My lord?" Selene queried, confusion knitting her brow.

"That is for your insolence," Alistair snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. "You dare vex me so?"

Selene blinked in surprise, bewildered by the accusation. What had she done to earn such censure? Surely she had been nothing but obedient...

Before she could form a coherent reply, Alistair flipped her onto her stomach with brutal force. The cuffs allowed her wrists to be wrenched at an unnatural angle, sending jolts of pain radiating through her arms.

Selene cried out sharply at the sudden agony.

"Silence!" Alistair barked, punctuating his command with a stinging slap to her upturned bottom. "You will not question me!"

Selene gasped as the cold palm connected with her tender flesh, the shock of it stealing her breath away. But even as she reeled from the sting, a traitorous warmth began to unfurl in her core, molten and insistent.

Alistair’s hand fell again and again upon Selene’s helpless rear, each blow calculated to draw forth both exquisite pain and shameful pleasure.

He knew precisely how much force to apply - enough to redden the delicate skin and make it throb deliciously without leaving lasting marks upon his property.

"You are mine," he snarled between strikes. "Mine to punish as I see fit! Never forget your place!"

Selene shuddered and moaned, her pussy growing slick with arousal despite the stinging slaps.

Alistair’s dominant fury was intoxicating, igniting a dark hunger within her that craved more of his cruel attentions.

As if sensing the change in her body’s response, Alistair abruptly ceased his chastisement.

Selene whimpered at the loss of sensation, aching for him to continue. But then she felt cool fingers threading through her hair and a sharp tug as he fisted it tightly.

"What say you now?" Alistair demanded, voice rough with lust. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes...yes master," Selene breathed shakily, surrendering herself utterly to his power. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Alistair released her hair but did not unbind her wrists. Instead, he seized hold of her hips and yanked them up until she was splayed out before him like an offering - thighs spread wide to reveal the glistening pink folds of her sex.

"My my," he purred, trailing a finger through her dripping slit. "Such a wanton little slut you are. You crave my touch even as I chastise you."