Prey on the Hunter.

Chapter 6. Control.

Gently, one step at a time, he inches in closer, and I find myself racing two steps backwards. His eyes, cold, dead, unwilling to give in. Certainly, I had no idea who he presumed me to be; I wasn't even sure whether or not he was fond of hitting her or treating her with care, but I did know that refusing was out of the question. I needed an excuse, and I needed it fast.

“Um- you see, it's been a long time since we did it, so- well, I don't remember -”

Instantly, he stopped on his tracks, and his once shrivelled-up smile returned, only this time, full of life. “Oh. Then why didn't you say so? We could watch a few videos, just wait, I'll order the items.”

Goodness, what a mad man this is.

I had hardly any time to process things when Gustavo took out his phone and scrolled through, and in less than an hour, our delivery was made.

I shivered in fear, it was really happening and that too quite quickly.

His pants fell to the floor like a sheet of paper, his eyes, glued on me while his hands unbuttoned his suit, all the while he looked away from me, to the side, ears red like a strawberry and a couple of times he would sneak glances at me and our eyes would meet only for him to look away again, only bashful this time.

Before me, Gustavo stood completely naked, his d**k didn't seem interested in the least, I could tell it wasn't his thing and his memories might have figured it out.

“Sit- sit down, it's difficult when you're staring like that.” He mumbled. Gustavo was getting hard from my staring. The man I married, the most feared mafia lord, was going to become a pervert if we actually did this.

As if charmed, I walk to the bed by myself and sit down. My reception dress is still on, and Gus butt naked. Slowly, he walked towards me and leaned in, quite slowly, like he was putting on a show.

He reached for my hand, our fingers interlocking as he led me. “Is this how they do it?” He questioned.

His large firm hands are going down, far below till I could feel not his d**k, but rather his balls, folding my hand and forcing me to squeeze only for him to let out a loud moan, with white ooze spraying all over me.

My dress, the outfit I had spent nearly a month designing, was ruined, and I could tell it was intentional. Why? Because the side of his lips croaked with a chuckle, shocking. At first, he didn't like the sound of it, but now, there seemed to be satisfaction on his face.

Then whispered into my ear gently, softly, not killer like, hit rather like a slut, “we don't want this getting in the way now do we?”

A bit higher, he had me heading for his c**k next. And repeatedly I- or was it just him using me to stroke his c**k until I could sense he was nearing climax, his face turning red, his breath rather fast and eyes losing focus.

Who exactly was in charge? Me or him? Wasn't this supposed to be the other way around?

Suddenly, he stopped.

His face was all red and sweaty from exhaustion. Just that, and he was already looking like a discarded puppy.

Something seemed to stir from inside me, call it excitement from knowing I now have the upper hand, suddenly it hit me, an idea to show that I was in charge, to show my dominance.

“I'd prefer we try this out on the table?” I nervously asked. “How about we try the paddle while at it?” I had options! Options to dominate this man with.

He already looked less optimistic as I spoke, besides, this was a fantastic way to get back at him for ruining my life. A couple of strokes would definitely help me calm down.

My hand slowly reached for the paddle, I wasn't sure what to do with it, or how. A video to learn how to use this properly did cross my mind as well.

The more I thought of ways to humiliate him, the more ideas I got.

“The bed seem-”

“I don't recall saying we'd use the bed!” I yelled angrily, but at that point my brain jolted and I kept shut. To think I was yelling at a man who was about to kill me just days ago, and could kill me now. I knew I had to apologise. “- I'm so-”

Those words hung on my throat nearly instantly when I made eye contact with him.

His eyes filled with shame and embarrassment, I wanted more of it. Yes, maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

Seeing his face, so pitiful, a side not known to nearly the whole world, it felt as if something sinister had woken up from within me.

With deep breaths, I eased my mind, grabbing him by the hair as I dragged him out of the bed and tossing him right into the table, which caused a few things to tumble.

“Get on!” I ordered, and although shocked and confused as if he was far from processing everything that was happening, like an obedient dog, he climbed on gently, bending his ass over. I didn't need to think anymore.

I grabbed hold of the paddle and landed my first hit on his left side when he flinched, a loud moan breaking from between his lips.

This pervert took home the award.

“I don't recall asking you to moan,” I yelled immediately, “for each moan I hear from you, you get another five strokes, be quiet for all twenty strokes, and then you can moan, got that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I asked with a frown.

“Yes, mistress.”

Repeatedly I swung the paddle at his ass and repeatedly, he would flinch, jerk or even c*m from excitation, moaning a few times just so I could throw in a few more lashes.

I had to halt for a while after seeing his c*m spray all over for the third time and grabbed hold of his c**k with one hand while lubing his hold with the other hand.

My eyes glanced briefly at the pile of tools Gustavo had bought when I noticed a small, round, round-shaped object just within my reach, which I inserted without second thought.

“Ahh~”

Even his cry of distress was nothing but a soft moan, which had me wondering what sort of a freak I had brought with me. I felt pity as I watched his hole slowly widen while trying to fit in, it seemed he hadn't tried this yet. Sniffles and snorts were all I heard next as he tightened his fist, his veins thumping as he held on.

At last, when everything had been through, I dragged him to the floor by the hair once again, I had him crawl on all four like the dog of a man, he way, round and round we go until he had finally learnt to match my pace.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped.

If he had lost his memories, I would simply replace them with new ones and have him become my loyal dog.

Exhausted, he had started to slack off a bit, and that's when I had him lie on his back, my dress sweaty and dirty beyond repair was indeed in the way. All it took was a zip down and a raise from my arms before I tossed it to the corner.

My legs spread open as I sit upon his face, forcing him to inhale through my panties.

All I could hear were grunts, with his hands reaching towards me. At first, I thought he wanted me to get off, but then I felt his fingers tracing through my thigh, struggling as it made its way up to my panties and a small mumble from underneath me.

I get up, concerned and curious when I'm met with his bashful face, covered in tears and a large smile, “Please, take it off,” he said, clearly that I could not doubt my ears.

As if hypnotized I let him do as he pleased, taking off my panties while I followed his lead and when it came to the floor, his large hands suddenly grabbed hold of me, lowering my height with his face raised slightly as I felt the touch of his tongue to my p***y.

The stimulation was far too much, and suddenand I was losing strength. I clamped my legs tightly around his head for support, and our eyes met. His beautiful blue eyes stared at me as if he were digging deep into my soul, while I lost strength and struggled to stay on top.

Gustavo immediately grabbed on tightly to me as he worked hard to force me to drip. My head began to spin right then, the world felt fuzzy, I had begun shaking while pressing myself harder into his face, pushing myself to the limit while I could barely make sense of a thing.

His tongue making its way deeper while drenched in my p***y and my stomach all tingly as if I had butterflies in it. I could feel something making its way out.

The world had started to lose its colours, and so was I, as the only thing I remember was the climax upon his face, and me falling to the floor, jerking like a run-over cat with Gustavo staring at me with eyes hungry for more.

He had won. He wasn't just some pervert. He was an expert.

What have I done?