30. The Sinner
My eyes focus on Abe’s lust-filled eyes, his words playing out across my skin, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface and a shudder of pleasure to wrack my body. I should be offended and enraged at his degrading words, but the truth is I am neither. I am beyond aroused. I can feel wetness slipping from me, coating the handle of the hammer still barely inside my entrance, and slicking both my upper thighs. My chest struggles, lungs burning and constricting, critically trying to replenish themselves with oxygen now that he has removed his long, thick cock, and my throat feels sore and achy from the beating it just took.
Fuck, so good. I want more.I want him to use and destroy every part of me, until nothing but the wanton whore he wants me to be remains. I enjoy being his slut, his exertion of control over me, and his depravity. There is no shame in it for me because I know what it does to him to see me this way. He holds the control, but I hold him, and every part of him belongs to me. I may be on my knees before him, but I am the one with the power. The knowledge is an aphrodisiac to me, causing my lust and desire to further increase, until I can barely see straight.
Am I topping from the bottom? Sure. Does Abe realize it? Maybe. Would he really care if he did? Nope. He’s all about me at this moment. He can’t tear his eyes away from my soaked pussy, or hide that his long cock is still rock hard, even after coming down my throat like a faucet. He wants me, and that is all that matters.
My thoughts go to the other inhabitant of the room. I am not sure what spurred all of this on, or why Zeke is in the room confined to a chair, but at the moment, I don’t really give a shit. If Abe wants an audience to get his rocks off, I am not going to complain about his kinks. All I can think about is the need to explode. How close I was to falling off that mountaintop before Abe stopped me, and the fact that this will hurt Zeke.
Should I be worried that I still want to hurt him after last night? Maybe. Is this cruel and unusual punishment, even harsh treatment? Sure. I’ll bet Zeke wishes we had just broken more of his bones. He deserves this for hurting both of us.
My body clenches with the need to be filled, not only by the hard hammer, but by Abe’s thick cock, spearing and stretching me like I know he can. A needy noise leaves me, and a chuckle escapes Abe’s sensual lips as he finally meets my eyes. Fuck, I want to bite that bottom lip of his between my teeth. I want to hear him moan right into my mouth. I need to hear my name raspy and lust-filled on his lips.
“Not satisfied?” He questions with a raised dark eyebrow and a condescending look. Fucker. I swear if he leaves me like this, I will bludgeon him with the damn hammer he just made me fuck.
I shake my head negatively, my throat too sore to respond, as I try to clear the feeling of his cock still lodged inside. “Well, lucky for you, neither am I, baby.”
His eyes look to the side at Zeke’s tied-up form, his mouth gagged and straining against the dark piece of fabric holding him silent. His emerald eyes shine as if they were lit with fire from within. Is that desire or rage deep within their depths? For a moment, I almost feel pity for him. The same emotions from last night try to rise, but I trample them down.
No, what I feel is pity for our shared past that is long gone, destroyed, and can never be repaired. This man is nothing to me now, and must remain nothing to me, if I am going to be able to move forward, and not be forever a prisoner to my past and my emotions.
That Dinah is gone. She was too soft and caring, and this one who has replaced her has only one goal: vengeance. Anyone who stands in her way, including her childhood prince, will be brought down without mercy.
“I think our unwanted guest might need a closer look at how fucking sexy you are, Dinah. He deserves to see what he has lost, up close and personal.” Abe wraps his hand around the back of my neck, digging his strong fingers into the base of my scalp, and dragging me forward, forcing me to my hands and knees. “Crawl, baby, crawl to him and show him what he’s missing.” I fucking love it when he behaves like a psycho with me, when he takes over my pleasure and forces me to submit to him.
A pained gasp leaves my lips as I fight against his unrelenting hold, but I give up quickly, wanting to see where this leads, and I crawl forward, doing Abe’s bidding. My breasts sway below me, and my core clenches, protesting at how empty it now is. It’s degrading, it’s vexing, and yet I can feel the proof of my arousal, slipping from inside of me, and in my painfully hard nipples. As much as I would never admit it out loud, this is fucking sexy as hell, and it makes me feel confident and strong while still submitting to Abe.
His hand slaps me hard on the ass, the sound loud in the silent room, and my skin stings and heats instantly before another slap tolls in the air. Fuck, that stings! A low groan slips from my lips before I can swallow it, and I close my eyes shut to savor all the sensations coursing through me at once.
“Fucking gorgeous, baby,” Abe mutters, and the praise goes right to my head, and I find myself arching my back, and spreading my legs further apart so he can get a better look at my dripping, needy pussy. I’m so wet that it’s almost embarrassing.
I stop before Zeke and turn my head to look at Abe, awaiting his next order like I truly am an animal in heat for him to tame. Fuck, I wish he would fuck me hard and vicious like an animal, pinning his mate to the ground. Warmth rises within me, a light sheen of perspiration breaking along my skin. My empty core clenches, needing to be filled, and my body hums with anticipation.
“Undo his pants, pull out his cock, and place your hands on his thighs. Don’t touch him anywhere else, Atasi.”
The look on my face must tell him that I plan to argue because, in the next second, he wraps my braid in his fist and pulls me forward, telling me with the seriousness of his expression, and his blazing golden eyes, that he’s not asking; he’s ordering me to do his bidding. His body is tense, all the muscles on his abs clenched tightly, and I can see he is close to losing control. The threads are slowly snapping one by one, and soon enough I may have my beast. I must move too slowly for him, because I’m treated to another vicious slap on my ass, causing a smoldering fire to explode within my core.
Holy fuck,I am so close to cumming, and my pussy is not even being touched. That hit of pain, and the way he is controlling me, is pushing me right back to the edge, and has me holding onto the sharp precipice by my damn fingernails.
I follow his instructions, undoing the loose pants Zeke is wearing, that are doing nothing to disguise how aroused he is by what is happening in this room. I carefully pull out his pierced, weeping, hard cock, a muffled groan leaving his gagged lips, as I place my hands on his rigid muscular thighs, never once meeting Zeke’s eyes. A shudder moves through Zeke, making my own hands tremble on his lap. Fuck, this might be too much. This might push all three of us over a line that we shouldn’t cross, for fear we will never be able to return from it.
Abe bends down behind me, my ass still in the air like a feline with my back arched. His large hands grab onto each of my asscheeks and squeeze, then pull them apart until all of me is on display to him. My eyes threaten to roll to the back of my head with all the sensations accosting me simultaneously. His hands, kneading my flesh, are almost my undoing, and a gasp leaves my lips. Fuck, so good. I hope every one of his digits is left imprinted on my blazing skin.
“Slip your fingers inside of your cunt, baby, and take them back out, and show him how wet you are.”
I follow Abe’s instructions, letting my hand slip down Zeke’s leg in a faint touch, until it meets my abdomen, and then down the soft skin of my stomach, until it makes contact with my swollen lips. God, I am so close, so fucking close that I can feel the orgasm ready to shatter me.
I rub a few tight circles over my throbbing clit, moaning with how good the sensation feels before dipping two fingers inside my core, scissoring and thrusting as deep as I can, before pulling them back out. My sticky, warm arousal drips down my fingers to coat the palm of my hand. I lift my hand up and place it before Zeke’s face, so he can get a good look at my wetness and finally meet his eyes, as his nostrils flare like an enraged bull. I have his rapt attention, that’s for fucking sure. He can’t take his eyes off my digits. The thought that I should punish him further, that I should smear it all over his skin so he’s forced to smell me, while he remains confined to the chair, soars through my mind, bringing pleasure at the pain it would cause him.
“Lick them, baby. Lick them clean, and tell him how good you taste,” Abe’s raspy voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and tells me he has a precarious hold on his own control. At any moment, it will snap, and he will devour me like a wild beast. Fuck, yes. I hope he makes it hurt when he does.
Once again, I follow his instructions like an obedient slut, dipping my tongue out to taste and lick at my fingers. A moan leaves my mouth at my musky and sweet taste. My eyes remained glued to Zeke’s, as each lick of my tongue seems to push him further and further to the edge. My guess is that’s what Abe is aiming for, and I am not averse to assisting him in his endeavor, especially if I get multiple orgasms out of it, and get to punish Zeke at the same time. It’s cruel and perverse, but I am long past the point of caring.
“Tell him how good you taste, Atasi.” Abe squeezes one of my asscheeks in his tight grip before leaning over my shoulder and joining me in licking my fingers. The move is erotic and depraved, and sexy as fuck. A growl leaves Abe’s lips as he takes one of my fingers deep into his mouth and sucks hard, causing my pussy and stomach to clench with the movement. “Fuck, Abe.”
“I need to drink from the source, Dinah. Lay your chest on his lap and use your hands to hold your asscheeks open for me so I can feast, baby, but don’t touch his cock. He’s not worthy.” I lean my body closer to Zeke’s, draping myself across his hard, rigid lap, even as his breathing increases into ragged pants behind the gag.
His cock stands proud, and leaking beads of creamy precum so close to my face that I can almost taste him. His scent makes me crave him, crave the musky and slightly bitter taste of his cum. It makes me want to feel him deep inside of my throat, closing my airway until I stop thinking altogether, but I hold back. This is a punishment, one Abe wants to deliver, and I will not deny him.
I let the warm air from my breath caress his length, adding another element to his torture. The muffled whimpers behind the gag are almost my undoing, and have my core spasming with how delicious they sound. I wonder if he would explode if I just licked him? I’m nearly tempted to disobey Abe and find out.
Abe’s warm breath greets my puckered hole before his tongue licks me from one end to another, lapping at my core, sucking on my nether lips before lashing my tight nub over and over again with his hot tongue. He sucks hard, making incoherent moans and whimpers leave my lips. I tighten my hold on my asscheeks and spread my legs wider, so he can get at every part of me. He spears me with his tongue, fucking me ruthlessly and thoroughly with it, until I have forgotten my own name.
The growls departing his throat resemble a wolf devouring its dinner. One of his fingers roams circles on my clit while two of his fingers slide deep inside my pussy, working together with his tongue to stretch me wide for him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, unable to swallow down my sounds of pleasure, my head spinning with how amazing he is making me feel.
Electricity races through me, a live current running along all my nerve endings and spreading blazing heat along my pussy lips, until tingles scorch down my spine. My whole body seizes tightly with an orgasm that crests and explodes within me, in a sensation of blinding light that has my eyes rolling to the back of my skull and forces a scream to leave my lips, which I muffle into Zeke’s stiff lap.
Abe pulls away, rising over my back, his naked chest pressed to my feverish skin, and I hear him spit. I raise my head instantly, my eyes searching for where he may have expelled. I glimpse a glob of saliva sliding down the side of Zeke’s face, far from his mouth and heading towards his jaw. Oh, fuck.
“That’s as close to tasting her as you’re going to ever get again, traitor.” His words shock me, but I quickly hide my reaction. It’s a cold and harsh move, one made to make the other man feel as much pain as possible. Maybe this is taking it too far?I should stop this.
Before I can say anything or even lift my body off of Zeke, Abe’s cock spears through my entrance, rubbing against my sensitive walls, and he seats himself deep inside of me. My walls clench hard against the intrusion, a burning sensation racing through my core at how thick and long he is.
“Holy fuck, Abe. Jesus, fuck.“ I bite down hard on my bottom lip until I can taste blood between my teeth. I’m so full, filled to the brim with his throbbing length, that I can barely get a full breath inside of my lungs.
“Unless you want me to deprive you entirely of air, Atasi. I suggest you not call out some other man’s name while I fill you up with my cock. Jesus doesn’t own this pussy, I do.”
Abe stays still, allowing my body to adjust to his invasion before he clutches my hips in a bruising grip, and thrusts inside of me with brutal strokes that have my body pushing and rubbing against Zeke’s. I know I will be covered in all his fingerprints tomorrow, reminding me how well he used me. I close my eyes, allowing my body to enjoy the tempestuous ride, my blood soaring in my ears, and the feeling of Abe’s hard strokes causing that electricity to rise once again within me.
“Fuck, ohmyfuck… more, fuck,” I pant, trying to get enough air inside my lungs.
Abe leans forward, dragging his hot tongue along my neck to where it meets my shoulder. He sucks down hard on my skin, right in that spot that makes me melt, my toes curl, and my nipples hard enough to cut glass. I angle my head, giving him more space to work with, and he bites down hard, his teeth piercing my skin before releasing me. The spot throbs and aches, but feels delicious and has me wanting more of his bites.
“Cumming, oh fuck.” The hit of pain was just what my body needed to detonate. Another orgasm races through me, tightening my whole body until I feel like I might shatter like fragile glass. My limbs seize as an electric current races from the back of my neck to my core, lighting up every inch of me along the way, and setting off fireworks inside me.
My neck cranes, staring up at Zeke from my position on his lap, and his features are lined with misery. A small, sadistic smile tilts the corner of my mouth, knowing how much this is wrecking him. My body explodes with shocks over and over, and a scream is ripped from my throat. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I lose the ability to think coherently.
Abe pulls out suddenly, a roar leaving his lips as he stands up quickly, and I force my eyes to open to slits as I watch him cum all over Zeke’s face. The bursts of semen hit him in the cheek, over his nose, and cover his gagged mouth. Holy shit, that’s cruel and malicious of Abe.
Abe’s big hand cradles Zeke’s face, even as he tries to pull it away, but he can’t get far with his confinement. Abe’s fingers smear the mess further, making sure to coat more of Zeke’s face as I watch, mesmerized, still draped along his lap, my body weak and languid with satisfaction. Abe pulls back when he’s satisfied with his depraved handiwork, and the corner of my lip lifts in amusement.
His arms slip below me, lifting and cradling me to his chest like a small child. I immediately snuggle into his warmth, and the scent of limes, saltwater, and coconuts washes over me; a smell quickly coming to mean home to me.
“What about him?” I question quietly as he moves us towards the door, both still naked and heated from our lovemaking.
“He doesn’t matter. He can sit there covered in our cum for all eternity, for all I care.”
Without a further look at the large man sitting tied to a chair in a prison of his own making, experiencing the consequences of his drastic actions, we leave the room, and for a few hours, Abe makes me forget the world we live in, and instead, I get to focus only on the feeling of pleasure.