Chapter 5 Cal #2
Grateful for the moment of clarity, I toss the condom on the floor and sink down to fit myself between her thighs.
It would have been a shame to deny myself from tasting her, because she's fucking exquisite.
.. her skin is salty with sweat as I work my tongue between her labia, rolling up to her clit.
She twitches beneath me, and I glance up to see if she's stirring.
Her face is still perfectly smooth, though her lips are parted like she's working on a moan.
I decide to give her a reason to do so, laying the flat of my tongue against her as I spread her with my fingers, giving myself unobstructed access to her sweet clit.
She makes a small sound, but it's not enough.
I want the pleasure to be so fucking intense it seeps through her drugged state and makes her squirm and come so hard that she'd pass out if she weren't already.
I hike her legs over my shoulders and dive in deeper, inhaling her musky scent as I suck her entire clit into my mouth, making another part of her my toy.
I lick and suck, appreciating the way it moves against my tongue, and I focus on nothing else as I take my time holding her in my mouth.
When she finally gasps loudly enough to break the spell, I pull away to see if she's waking.
She's not, but her cheeks are flushed, her nipples still hard, and her chest is rising and falling heavily, short breaths escaping past her parted lips.
She's panting.
I take her reaction as a sign to keep going, even doubling down.
I watch her face as I slip a finger inside of her, seeking out how deep I can go.
She winces, her breaths coming faster, heavier.
But the pleasure seems to have given way to panic, so I retreat, rolling her own arousal over her clit instead and blowing gently.
But not tasting her is torture, so I suck her into my mouth again as hard as I can. This time I don't slow until I feel her quivering beneath me.
Even then, I don't let up, sucking the orgasm out of her like it's her life force.
This is the first time I've fucked anyone who's unconscious, and I'm amazed by how her body responds to me even when she isn't a willing participant in this. I guess that's biology, though. That, and the fact that I'm sure she's never come like this.
Without her making noise and screaming, I can't tell when the orgasm ends, so I don't stop.
I keep going until my mouth is dry and my chest is heaving, desperate for a good breath. I keep going even as her lower body convulses beneath me, as if I'm pumping electricity into her veins. I keep going until the corners of my vision darken and I think I'm on the verge of passing out.
It’s a brand new high, an addiction that I can already tell is going to claim me. But how could it not? This power, this absolute control over her?
It’s the most euphoric thing I’ve ever felt… better, even, than when I killed the last one.
It isn’t better, the voice in my head sneers, like he’s trying to shut me up before I can give the other me any ideas. But in this moment, the way the blood is rushing to every part of me, the way I’ve made myself a god to her, I think it is.
When I finally release her, the relief is immediate as she collapses onto the table, breathing hard.
Her tight body rises and falls with rasping breaths, and when I stroke my hand over her swollen clit, she moans so loudly I actually lift her eyelids to check that she's not been faking it this whole time.
Her eyes are rolled back, so I only see the whites of them.
“I love how responsive you are.” I tell her, pressing a kiss over the place I just ravaged her with my mouth. “You're the best gift I've ever gotten, and I haven't even used you yet.”
She whimpers as I tweak her nipple, and I slide off of her, planting my feet on the ground and spreading her legs along either side of me. I’m not hoping for a virgin or anything, but I’m pleasantly surprised at how tight she is when I push the tip into her.
I glance between her face contorting and her pussy swallowing my cock, loving the sight of both as I slip inside of her slowly, savoring the moment. I won't get to do this again for who knows how long, and never again with this one, so I need to savor every second.
“Fuck,” I laugh, gripping her thighs to ease myself in, hanging on to a shred of control. Part of me wants to slam inside her all in one go, prying her open. That part is all beast, hungry and desperate to see her bleed.
The rational part of me says to savor this, so I do.
“God, you're tighter than I expected.” I grunt when the last inch of me slips inside, burying myself in her to the hilt.
It’s the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known, being lodged inside her without any expectation, no urgency from her to do something. I languish in feeling her wet walls squeeze me, breathing carefully through my nose so that I don’t accidentally rut against her before I mean to.
I lift my balls onto the table to avoid slapping them against the marble and start with slow, experimental strokes, focusing on breathing through the feeling of her cunt strangling my dick. I'm sure she'd want to strangle me, too, if she was awake.
I glance up at her to see the tears shining on her cheeks, a few fat drops of protest. I wonder what’s going on in her head right now.
.. if she's lucid enough that her reality feels like a dream or if she is in the clutches of another nightmare.
The thought of the latter makes me jealous and fuels my desire to make her feel me.
I let go of the control, rocking my hips back to thrust in, hitting deeper, fucking her harder.
I think of nothing but the feeling of being inside her, the absolute fucking nirvana that's taking over my veins.
It's better than any of the drugs I tried back in college, better than whatever the hell they gave her to make her so damn out of it.
I reach for the knife I left on her side, skating it along her thigh before I let the blade bite into her skin. I watch a thin line of blood well up on the surface and lick it off, enjoying the feel of her spasming beneath me in pain.
It's what sets me off, making me spill inside of her much sooner than I anticipated.
I shoot ropes of my cum straight into her cunt, and as I withdraw from her, I scoop what slipped out and shove it back inside with my fingers, reaching as deep in her as I can so that it stays where it belongs.
I collapse on top of her until I’ve gotten my breath back, appreciating my serene little toy as she lies beneath me, completely unaware of how fucking magical she is.
By the time I gather myself, I realize the pill did exactly what it was meant to. I’m still hard, insatiable.
My fingers ache to close around her slender neck, to squeeze the life out of her, to kill. But I don’t think that alone will take care of the hard-on, and I don’t want to be left unable to satisfy it.
With the first one out of my system, I scoop her battered body against me and take her down to the last place she'll ever see—if she wakes up, that is.
I don't want to take her on a table again, so this time, I drag her to the cross in the corner, reaching to secure one of the cuffs around her wrist. When I repeat the action with the other one, her body slumps, and I chuckle.
She's definitely not conscious. The pressure pulls on her arms and shakes her tits as her head drops forward so violently it's a wonder her neck doesn't break.
I cuff her ankles and move out from under her, free to appraise my pet.
Her dark hair covers her face, so I sweep it into my fist and use that to pull her head back, transferring the leverage to a rope suspended from the open rafters on the ceiling.
I’ve spent weeks curating my playroom for the occasion.
Denying my urges hasn’t worked, and I’m not fond of the idea of having to explain any missed messes to my cleaning company.
When I finally submitted to the idea that I needed to do this right, I decided to create this room.
My new toy is the first one to get to play with me down here, and I want to break it all in with her, but I’m sure we won’t have enough time.
She's so pretty with her tears tracking down her cheeks. It will be a shame to kill her, but the beast needs to be fed eventually. For now, I'm sating him with all this pleasure, but I can't live in this dungeon. I have an image to maintain, after all.
Right now, I'm not worried about my image.
Now, I'm enjoying myself, taking the opportunity to do everything I've wanted to do before now.
.. things that no self-respecting woman would let me try when I'm only paying for a single night.
.. or when I've wined and dined her at the nicest restaurant in the city.
I grab the dildo off the shelf, assessing its size.
All of my toys are new for her, and she isn't even awake to be honored by that.
She moans when I plunge the dildo inside of her, watching it disappear inch by inch as her body takes it all.
I don't know where it goes, given that she’s so small, but it all disappears inside of her, save for the base my knuckles are wrapped firmly around.
I pump it a few times, making sure that she gets it good and wet as she whimpers.
When she’s wet enough that the squelching sounds overpower her groans, I line my still-hard cock up with her entrance, bracing my knee on the side of her stomach so that I can ease myself in right alongside the toy.
She stretches for me, accommodating me even though she moans and cries, slow tears dripping onto her breasts.
I glance down to look at where we're joined together and see the bulge against her tight stomach, my cock trying to find a way out so it can breathe. It’s too fucking snug like this.
It's enough to make me come right there, but I close my eyes, gritting my teeth so that I can focus on containing the pleasure.
The fake dick on top of mine thrusting in tandem with me makes me feel especially raw as I fuck her desperately, trying to hold onto the pleasure for as long as I can.
She hisses as I double my pace, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I slam inside of her. I'm just about there when I get the notion to look down again. This time, though, I press on that spot on her stomach, the bulge where I'm buried along with the dildo.
She wakes up screaming, her eyes flying open as the sensation rips her from unconsciousness and hurls her right into a brutal orgasm.