Chapter 25
Ray
“That’s it, take my cock,” I growl. Robin whimpers beneath me.
Her eyes large. There’s too much pleasure in her expression to please me, though.
I increase my hold on her neck, choking the bitch that much more.
She gasps, her hands clawing at mine, urging me to let go—the only way she can.
I’m going to have to get shed of her soon.
Hell, I practically have to put her one step before death during sex just to get her off.
Looking at her face is getting harder and harder to take, too.
If I stare at her too long, my damn dick goes flat.
I wouldn’t have thought that was possible.
Especially since I’ve been in jail for three fucking years.
I’m going to take every minute of those years out on Beau Harper.
And that sadly is the only reason I’m dealing with this bitch.
She’s a means to an end. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
I bring my attention back to her and notice her face is taking on more of a blue hue.
Shit. I can’t kill her yet. I pull out of her, while taking my hand from around her neck.
Immediately the bitch starts gasping and coughing as oxygen tries to find her lungs.
“Drum,” she coughs. “D-Drum!”
I smirk, shaking my head. Bitch doesn’t even realize that her safe word isn’t going to do shit for her. I literally almost killed her tonight.
“Roll over,” I snap. There’s no way I can get off if I have to stare at her face.
“What?” she hisses, her voice horribly hoarse—a fact which makes me happy.
“Roll the fuck over. You know the rules. Don’t question me,” I bite out. This bitch is going to push me too far. She still hasn’t proven she’s useful. I plan on using her as a distraction to get my hands on Beau, but unless I make some headway quickly, she’s useless to me.
“I don’t know why I am fooling with you. A woman likes a man who puts in a little effort to make her feel desirable,” she complains, and I just roll my eyes.
“Keep bitchin’ and I’ll take my dick and my money elsewhere.”
She opens her mouth and as I give her a blank stare—silently daring the bitch to test me—she snaps it shut and rolls her ass over.
She slides up to the edge of the mattress, turning before getting on all fours.
I roughly pull her legs out from under her, so she’s forced to stand on the floor.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I force her face down into the mattress.
I slap her ass hard, rewarded with her muffled cry.
I slap the reddened cheek again, harder this time and in the same spot.
Her body jerks from the force of it, but I hold my dick at her entrance and slam balls deep inside her before she has a second to complain.
I still have the condom on from being inside her—there’s no way I’m sticking my dick in her worthless cunt bare.
That’s reserved for Beau. She’s going to take it bare anywhere I want.
She needs to be punished for what she did to me.
I’ll make her pay every day of her life.
I’m going to chain her in the hunting cabin I bought out in the woods.
She’ll be serving me naked for the rest of her pitiful life.
By the time I completely break her, Beau will worship me, begging me to give her my cock, gagging on it to please me.
I close my eyes, picturing the scene in my mind.
Beau completed naked, bared for my eyes only.
My collar around her neck and connected to a chain, her hands in cuffs, only allowing her limited movement—enough to cook for me and take my cock out to feast on.
There will be a shackle on her ankle, making sure she won’t leave the house.
Although, once I’ve broken her completely and made her dependent on me and only me, my little pet won’t leave. I’ll be her world.
As it should have always been.
A fantasy plays out in my mind. Beau on her knees in front of our bed.
Her long blond hair pulled up in a messy bun, revealing her neck completely, and my collar around her tender neck, shining from moonlight streaming in our bedroom window.
Her nipples are prisoners in the dark iron clamps that have a small chain that leads to her collar.
She is perfection and I own her completely.
“Can I pleasure you, master?” Her voice is gentle and tentative—full of respect that she never showed me until I broke her.
“I’m going to make you choke on my cock, my little pet,” I groan.
“Please,” she begs.
As I fuck Beau’s replacement, I imagine it’s her mouth that’s wet and hot, eager to take my cock deeper and deeper.
I give myself over to the dream, slamming so deep that the muffled scream for mercy only adds to the fantasy I’m living.
I slam relentlessly in and out, feeling my balls tighten.
I yank out of the whore’s body, stripping the condom and letting it fall onto her ass.
I grab her arm with bruising force and flip her over so that she’s looking up at me, her feet on the floor, but her body lying on the mattress.
I jerk my hand up and down my cock, the residue of my precum lubricating as I jack harder and harder.
I look down at Robin, but in my mind her face is already slowly changing to Beau’s.
My cum spews from my cock, leaving white streams of cum painting her face.
My free hand grabs her hair, pulling painfully until I have her neck bent toward me.
I slap my cock against her mouth, watching as my cum bounces up and then splashes down on her, covering her eyes.
“You’re mine now, Beau. My pet,” I purr, completely lost in the fantasy that one day soon I will make reality.
“You will give me what I want, when I want it. If you disappoint me, I will ram my cock so far into that throat of yours that you will choke on it, giving me pleasure even in your death.” I pull back, sadly letting go of the fantasy of Beau and allowing Robin’s cum-covered face to reveal itself.
I don’t bother keeping the disgust off my features. I couldn’t hide it if I tried.
“You want that cunt? You’re using me to replace her?” Robin screeches.
I bring my hand back and punch her in the face, instantly rewarded as blood begins to pour from her nose.
Then, I hit her again, knowing that it will blacken her eye.
Robin’s face rolls to the side. She’s visibly dazed and struggling to stay cognizant.
I slap the side of her face. “Don’t pass out now, bitch.
You need to listen and listen carefully. ”
“I …”
“Don’t speak. Your voice is annoying me,” I grumble. I slap her again. “You with me?”
“Yeah—” Robin must notice my face filling with anger, because she stops talking and nods her agreement instead. Good, she’s learning faster than I thought she would.
“Never call Beau another of your vile names, Robin. If you disrespect her in any way, I will do things to you that you couldn’t conjure up in your worst nightmares.
I will make you beg for death. Do you understand me?
” She stares up at me, still not focusing correctly.
I let her stare. I can see she’s starting to see the real me.
That’s good. Let her see the evil she shouldn’t fuck with.
When she still doesn’t answer I grab her by the neck, tightening my hand around it so tight it feels like her pulse is throbbing under my skin.
She claws at my hand, fear I’m positive she’s never felt before filling her eyes and fighting for dominance with her tears.
I increase the pressure watching as panic blooms over her face.
Her eyes go extremely wide. Her face once again takes on that lovely blue hue that makes my dick rock hard all over again.
“I asked you a question, bitch. You will not disrespect Beau. You will not talk about her. You will do what I tell you to do. You will service me when I need it. That’s it.
That’s your job. Do it and you will stay alive.
Now, one more time. Do you understand me?
Blink one for yes and make me believe you have a brain somewhere in that head of yours. Do it, and maybe I’ll give you air.”
Robin blinks slowly but it’s the way she begins blinking rapidly, her eyes appearing glassy, letting me know she’s close to passing out.
One good press with my fingers and she’s dead.
The bitch is stupid as fuck, but I think she understands her life is in my hands.
She manages to control herself enough to blink once and plead silently for freedom.
I push away from her, letting her cough and drag air back into her lungs.
When Robin looks at me, I can see a red spot in the white of her left eye. Oh, yeah, she was close to death. Again, my cock begins throbbing. When my little toy starts to roll to her side to get up, I grab her by her hair and push her down onto the floor.
“I—” she tries to talk, but her voice isn’t much more than a whisper and I can tell it’s painful.
“Suck my dick and if you’re a good little slut, I’ll tell you how you’re going to help me get your ex thrown into jail so you can get custody of your kid.
Then, maybe you can sell him for money again.
” I don’t give her a chance to argue, I use my hold on her hair to thrust her down on my cock and enjoy the pain I see on her face.
Life is good. Starting tomorrow it will get better. Beau will be mine soon.
Very soon.