30. Augustus
THIRTY
AUGUSTUS
January 15th, 2020
We step into the room at the far end of the hallway, its door open, the room untouched. The walls are painted a dark gray with small lights hanging on them, warm light casting shadows in ribbons over the massive four-poster bed covered in black sheets and drapes of matching colored fabric falling in curtains around it. Next to the bed is a small dresser, no doubt filled with toys, but I pay them no attention. Nothing but my cock and belt will be touching her skin tonight.
I let her arm fall to her side and stare at her. Chest heaving, wide crazed eyes taking in me and the room, plump pink lips parted, sucking in lungfuls of air. She looks as wild as I feel, but timid, like she doesn’t know what to do. The thought makes me smirk, and her silver eyes lock on to the small movement.
I’m done fucking waiting.
“Get on the bed and take off that fucking dress.” There’s zero room for argument in my voice, and she hesitates only a second before walking to the edge of the bed and sits down. She slowly pulls the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and down her arms. She pauses, looking back up at me with mock innocence, before removing the silk from the globes of her breasts, their rounded tops glowing in the dark lighting. A growl tears from my throat and her lips part once more.
Having her this close, this willing, is a greater test of my will than I anticipated.
“Shouldn’t I know your name at least?” Her voice is shaky, and I know the nice thing to do would be to comfort her, but I don’t. There will be years to do that. Not to mention, I still vividly remember this little brat withholding her name the first time we met.
Karma is a bitch, baby girl.
“Fuck no. I don’t need to know your name to know that pussy is already weeping for me. If you need to scream a name tonight, you can call me Beast or Monster, because that is what I am.”
She flushes and then relents, pulling the fabric down to her waist. She stands up, and the dress falls in a pool of ink around her ankles.
My dirty little filly—naked underneath. I take her in hungrily, my cock throbbing with a heartbeat of its own, and lick my lips, ready to devour her. She shifts nervously, her hands fidgeting with the ponytail, and I prowl toward her, gripping both wrists in a punishing grip.
“Lie back.” She doesn’t hesitate, lying flat on the bed. I tut in response. “So desperate.”
Using one hand to pin her hands above her head, I reach between us and yank at the black leather belt around my waist. My knuckles graze over her soft flesh and I groan at how silky it is against my roughness. I can’t wait to put my marks all over her. Shifting as I lean my full body atop her, I thread the belt in a figure eight around her wrists, then secure it to a loop on the wall. She writhes against the belt, her brows pinching together.
Perfect.
I step back and admire my handiwork, her skin so pale against the black of the sheets, a pink flush spreading over the surface of her chest and neck, naked and trembling beside the glittering mask still covering half of her face.
Would I rather see all of her face? Sure. But this isn’t all about me and my needs, and I know Stetson feels more powerful when she thinks she’s anonymous.
“Please,” she whispers, and I meet her eyes with a savage smile.
I know I look like a monster towering over her—nothing more than a shadow going to swallow every ray of light she might produce.
“What do you want? Tell me.” My voice is full of command, and she rubs her thighs together.
“I-I want you to fuck me,” she stammers, and I shake my head, the black hood shifting with the motion.
“Try again,” I growl, still looming over her, fully clothed beyond the button of my jeans undone. This is about making her admit to her desires. I want her to beg me to do the filthy things that she thinks she should be embarrassed about, or ashamed of, so that I can show her how innocent they are compared to the truly heinous things I plan to do to her.
“I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock. I want to taste your cum on my tongue and feel it running down my throat.” She’s panting, squeezing her eyes shut like she can hide from me, from this, from herself. I reach out and pull on a rosy pink nipple, making her cry out, back arching, eyes flying open.
“Don’t you fucking hide. Tell me.” I have to remind myself not to call her Stetson or Little Filly; I can’t ruin this illusion. Her lips wobble before she sucks in a sharp breath and turns determined eyes on me.
“I want you to fuck my pussy, hard and punishing, until I’m coming around it. I want you to use me—fucking use me.” She’s pissed, her voice growing more hysterical with each word. And I revel in it.
“All you had to do was ask, baby.”
And then I’m on her, unable to rein in the beast inside of me a second longer. I yank my pants down just enough for my cock to spring free, careful to not expose too much of my legs and the hidden tattoos there. Not that I think she’d notice—her gaze is glassy, hazed over with a thick layer of desire as she drinks in the sight of my dick bobbing in front of her face, swollen and angry, already glistening with pre-cum.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, her eyes flaring wide.
“Scared, baby?” She nods frantically at my question.“You should be.” My hand pumps over the shaft, spreading the pre-cum over the length. Her body trembles, her nipples shaking slightly with the quakes taking over her body, her thighs tightly pressing together. She licks her bottom lip, and I climb onto her trapped and trembling body, my thighs resting on either side of her head. I push my dick toward her, and she stares at it.
“Fucking take it.” I thrust toward her glistening lips to punctuate my demand.
Her fear gives way to desire in a snap, and she opens up, sucking my length into her wet mouth with a slurp. I groan, the sound ragged and hoarse, completely overtaken by the moist heat of her mouth, and tip my head back. Spurred on by my reaction, she sucks harder, lifting her head to pull me deeper.
She can pretend that she’s afraid or ashamed, but I know the truth. My little filly is hungry for the depravity I can give her.
“Fuck, baby, you do that so fucking good. I knew you would. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” I look back down at her, those porn star lips finally wrapped around me the way they were always meant to be, and I nearly come simply from the sight of it. I’ve imagined this moment every day for almost six years, but nothing compares to the real thing.
She groans around me, the sound sending vibrations up my shaft. She loves both praise and degradation, and I’m happy to oblige.
Unable to control myself a second longer, I piston my hips into her mouth, my hand helping to hold her head up, the other gripping her jaw to keep her mouth tight but open for me as I begin to fuck her throat mercilessly. She’s gagging and slurping, the sounds so dirty it makes my balls ache, tears streaming from her eyes. But I don’t slow down. I couldn’t if I wanted to. And my dirty little filly wouldn’t want that, anyway—she wants to be used.
“You like it when I use your mouth? Do you like being my whore?”
She hums in response, the sound mixing with her gags, and I groan, the vibrations causing my aching balls to harden. “Do you want my cum, you dirty little slut?” I’m panting, the words spewing from between gritted teeth. She groans again, eyes rolling back into her head, and the sensations are too much for me to fight against—it’s been too long. The rope of desire at the base of my spine coils tighter still, and then snaps, release racing through me like a bolt of lightning. I still, streams of cum pumping out of my cock, painting the back of her throat and filling her mouth.
A gentleman would have made the lady come first—Lucky for me, I’m no such man.
She’s gasping, trying to swallow me and breathe at the same time—the angle I have her head tipped making it nearly impossible. As I slowly pull my cock from her mouth, cum spills from the corners of her lips, down her chin, and along the column of her long neck. The sight fills me with a raging primal need to continue to mark her, to brand her inside and out with my seed. Blind with my desire, I reach down, swiping up the cum, and smear it into her lipstick. Her eyes glue to mine as she darts her tongue through it, licking up my essence as if she can’t get enough.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
I roll her over, her hands still pinned above her head to the wall, now twisted, the leather biting into her skin. She hisses, tugging on the belt, but doesn’t ask to be let go. She likes the pain—the danger of the unknown. I take a moment to appreciate the artwork before me that is her. Plump, silky skin, pale and creamy, pulled tight over her peachy ass; a blank canvas for my marks. Dimples above her hip bones captivate my eyes, and I ache to push my fingers into the divots, gripping her as I take her from behind.
With her arms still anchored in front of her, she can’t lift her face from the bed, muffling her voice. Smiling wickedly at the control I have over her body, I lift her hips, push her knees underneath her, and take another moment to stare. This view is even prettier than the last—with her ass in the air, I can see the arousal glistening over the pinkest pussy lips—nearly the exact match to the pink of her mouth. Her pussy is so soft and wet, and I don’t stop myself from reaching out a finger to dig savagely through the moist folds.
She whimpers, pushing back into me.
“Fuck, baby. All this for me?” I growl, my need to fill her thrashing beneath my skin. I take my cum-slicked fingers into my mouth, savoring the musky, but sweet taste of her want for me. It’s like a drug, and I fight the inner battle to take her or taste her. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life, and fuck, she’s just so willing and ready.
I ache to split her in two.
She wiggles her hips, arching the round cheek of her ass into my already hard cock. I grip her hips tighter, relishing in the fact that there will be hand-shaped bruises there tomorrow, and lean over her arched form, taking one of her soft back handles between my teeth, biting down mercilessly.
She needs to know just how fucking crazy she makes me.
Back bowing, a scream filling the room, I bite harder, egged on by her need to escape me. A moan soon mixes with her cries, and my dick twitches with the promise of my mark on her. At the first signs of copper filling my mouth, I relax my teeth, lapping my tongue over the mark before sucking it softly.
“What a good girl you are,” I rasp against her abused flesh.
She shakes beneath me, her hands in tight fists above her head, beads of sweat glistening on the flesh of her back. “You are a monster.” Her voice is a mix of fear and heady desire, and I can’t help but smile into her skin.
“I am the monster.”
Sitting up, I drag the swollen tip of my cock through her wet folds, my other hand mercilessly gripping her hip. I will taste her, but first, I need to feel the vise of her cunt around my dick or I just might die. She thrashes, blindly rubbing her forehead into the pillows, back and forth, and arches farther into me—begging me. Cum drips down her trembling thighs.
“I am the monster—the one you will never forget. Never escape. Never stop needing. You will die a little more every single day that I’m not inside of you.” I growl the words, a vow sealing between us. She mewls, the sound desperate, and I don’t waste another moment with words. I thrust angrily inside of her, pushing until my balls slap against her thighs, forcing her body to open to me.
I’m an unhinged man, relentlessly abusing her wet cunt with my cock. I’ve waited so many years to have her, watched so many others take what is mine, that I can’t hold back. Her scream fills the room, and I fight off a cry of my own. Her greedy little pussy milks at my length, strangling my cock to the point of pain, but I only push harder, faster, needing to rip her apart.
Destroy her, so I can be the one to help remake her.
My hoodie is hot and constricting around me, curls falling over the edges of the mask, but I can’t stop pounding. The way her pussy clenches around my cock with each thrust, and the sound of my flesh abusing hers—hard and angry—will be imprinted on my demented soul forever. As I pull out, and then watch as her pussy sucks me back in, my cock glistening in the shadowy light, the heat of release tingles at the base of my back for a second time, pulling my balls tighter. I can’t come, not yet. I want this to last—I want to stay seated inside of her pussy until I die.
Her voice breaks through my trance. “Fuck. I-I can’t take any more. Please. Please, stop.”
I pound harder—I can’t stop. I will use her the way no one ever has, filling her the way no one ever will. She is mine, and I am hers; I will do whatever it takes to show her that. I will even hurt her, to free her from the jail she has trapped herself in, in the name of being ‘good’ or ‘right’. I am the monster she fears in the dark—the one that is her exact copy—and I will show her what happens when she releases that monster.
“You’re going to come around my cock in ten seconds or I’m going to pull out of you and leave you more empty than you’ve ever felt. Do you understand me? You like being used. You like being fucked like a slut. Take it, baby, or I will take everything away.”
She tenses beneath me, her moans husky and faster now.
She’s so fucking close, the fear pushing her higher.
“Ten.” I slam harder into her, her ass bouncing with erotic ripples against my hips. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. “Nine, eight.” Pushing her further, I let a stream of spit fall from my mouth, glistening as it lands in the crevice of her ass cheeks. I smear the liquid with my thumb, rubbing small circles around the puckered hole of her ass.
I’ve always been an ass man, and Stetson’s ass is Olympic quality.
“Six.” I push my thumb through the first tight ring of her hole, and she moans, writhing against my intrusion.
“Oh, God. Please, don’t. I’ve never—” Her words are cut off as I shamelessly push my thumb farther inside of her ass, forcing it beyond the tight ring of muscles, to the hilt. She screams again, and it’s music to my ears.
“I know. Now, where was I? Five,” I growl, pounding harder into her, my thumb working in tandem with my cock. Her body quakes beneath me, beads of sweat glistening on her skin.
The combination of pain and pleasure push Stetson quickly to the precipice, just like I knew they would, her body stilling as another scream tears from her hoarse throat. Her pussy quivers and clamps down on my cock as wave after wave of release washes through her.
“That’s a good girl,” I growl, spitting between her cheeks again, my thumb and dick still making their rough intrusions.
“Please, please don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop!” She screams it over and over, the convulsions of her orgasm ripping through her. She doesn’t have to worry about me stopping—I’ll never stop punishing her. Claiming her. Destroying her.
May 10th, 2024
I take a shaky breath, the memory so vivid I can still picture her wet cunt clamping around me. I stand and head back down the stairs to my room. I made her admit it then, and I will again.
Stetson has become the center of my universe, and because of that, every decision, every moral choice, revolves around her and how it will affect her life. Not the world around her. Not the other people in it. Stetson. Stetson is my judge, jury, and executioner, and I will gladly create whatever world she needs—I’ll be the villain who gets the girl.
I don’t care what I have to do.