Chapter Seven

Samuel watched as she took his hand and pulled him down the dimly lit hallway. The place was as bare, not a single picture on the wall. Nothing that holds a significant meaning to her life. This had to be her home away from home.

He watched the sway of her hips as she continued walking. He wasn't sure if they swayed naturally or she was putting an extra sark in her step to accentuate them. Whatever it was, he enjoyed it a lot.

They came to a stop at the end of the hall, if her house was anything like his, this was a bedroom. It wouldn't be a very big one, as the master was upstairs, but it was a room nonetheless. In his home, it was considered his kill room. He watched as she unlocked the door, stepping inside.

Unlike the rest of the house, this one held more furniture and felt more like her. There were different gadgets hanging on the wall as well as a sex swing positioned in the middle of the room. So this was where the magic happened. To a normal eye, they'd think she was into extreme BDSM, a dominatrix if you will. However, with his set of eyes, he found far more than sex toys.

It was as if he walked into his own personal kill space. He could think of fifty ways to use every toy, every gadget, and every contraption there was to kill her with. How unfortunate she'd have to die in her own home.

"So tell me, what is your deepest fantasy?" Melany asked. Samuel returned his attention back on the bombshell in front of him only to see she had shed her clothes as he admired the room. He watched as she walked around the room running her hands across everything on the walls.

"My deepest fantasy is to be dominated." It was true he had always wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end of his pleasures, yet he would never give in to it.

"That can be arranged. Why don't I step out and let you pick tonight's fun." She smiled. He gave her a court nod as watched as she left the room closing the door behind her. Samuel made haste with removing his clothes as he searched for the perfect tool to kill her with. Something that would allow her control yet easy access for him to strike.

He searched the room and found the perfect spot, picking up the smallest yet deadly weapon. Hiding it in a place for easy access. Moments later Melany made her way back into the room dressed in a sexy leather outfit with a whip hanging from her hip.

"The safe word is Yellow. Remove the socks." She demanded. Blood raced through his body; Samuel wasted no time in following instructions. "So what will it be tonight?" She watched him with hooded eyes.

Samuel silently walked to the first section he wanted to explore. Anticipation for what the night will bring coursed through his bloodstream like a drug. Did all his victims feel this excited with a promising night with him?

Samuel watched as she began strapping him into the device, running her hands over every inch of his body.

The fun began with the defining crack of the whip in the silent air. The tip just centimeters away from his ear sending a slight breeze past him. He took a deep breath of anticipation; this would be the first night he released a small amount of control and allow his body to be pleasured in a different way.

The anticipation built as the room grew silent. His breath picked up as he waited, but nothing else came. Just when he opened his mouth the first strike hit. It kissed his naked back, hot and steamy. What was supposed to be a searing pain, only amplified his pleasure. He couldn't dwell on the sensual feel of the first lash as the second one came just as quick.

His back bowed at the blow, searching for more of the whip as his hands gripped tight to his restraints. This time she allowed him to savor the feelings coursing through him. God, it was wonderful and thrilling. Soon two more lashes fell quickly upon his back, searing pain shot through him. It was soon replaced with a blinding passion that burned deep within him.

From the corner of his eyes, he watched as she made her way to his front a sinister smile on her lips. He didn't have time to question her next move as she released four quick yet precise lashes to his chest. Her skills with the whip added fuel to the flame, she was just a big ball of surprises tonight.

Releasing him from the restraints she walked him over to the mirror she had in one of the corners. "You've been branded. You'll forever belong to me." She whispered in his ear. On his chest was an R and as he turned his back to the mirror; he sported an M there. Now he was curious as to what her last name was.

They moved onto the next station and he relinquished all power over to her and let her have her way with his body. Soon they'd both get the release they seek, and he could watch the life drain from her eyes and he spilled his seed into her.

Finally, the time came for him to take control back and end this night once and for all. It was certainly one hell of a ride and he would remember it for the rest of his life. They got lost in the blissful passion of their bodies molding together. Her screams filling his ears like a song to a bird. Just as they both reached the point of no return, everything after was a blur of movement,

Samuel reached under the pillow for the blade he hid there only to discover it was missing.

"Looking for this?" Melany asked as she quickly flipped them both over and began riding him hard. She held the knife to his neck as she fucked him past her blissful orgasm. He held a sinister smile on his face as he too released his own earth-shattering orgasm.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who enjoys a little extra fun at the end."