Chapter 10 #2
I shudder, my legs vainly trying to close as he roughly strokes his fingers in and out and scissors them. Lewd, loud, wet sounds echo mortifyingly in my ears as he thrusts them into me violently, making my insides tighten and clench.
I’ve done this a grand total of twice before, with Ethan. But it was more an awkward, fumbled rubbing, almost like he was petting a cat or trying to get a stain out of a couch cushion.
The sheer physical dominance that Vaughn exerts over me as he buries his thick fingers inside me and strokes with mad intensity is something else entirely.
Violent. Unhinged.
It should repulse me. Make me shut down and go bone-dry with horror.
Instead, it does the opposite.
I feel undone, like the ropes and the brakes that have been holding me back have finally been cut loose. Like I’m in a mad free fall with open arms.
I claw and slap at his arm, because I know I should. I'm supposed to hate this. But the loud, squelching sounds of my pussy dripping all over his fingers tells me how much of a lie that is and screams how broken I might be.
His fingers ram into me harder, faster, his growls filling my ears as he buries his face in my neck.
I cry out when he bites down on my throat like a freaking animal, his teeth scraping over my skin as I squeal and writhe, feeling myself spasming around his intruding fingers.
“Your virgin cunt is so tight,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to my breast. “Like it’s going to squeeze my fingers right off.”
My breath catches in anticipation this time, then he savagely bites down again on my throbbing, erect nipple.
His fingers start to thrust faster, curling deep against that electric spot inside as my legs begin to shake.
My pulse starts to thunder out of control as my body stiffens.
My core clenches, my insides contracting around his thrusting, thick fingers.
No.
No no no.
I can’t come like this.
I can’t freaking come, here, on the ground, with this psychopath shoving his fingers into my pussy like he’s trying to murder it.
But the more I try to tell myself it’s not about to happen, the closer I get. The more that slithering, coiling sensation tightens in my belly as my eyes roll back.
I’m going to come.
I’m going to COME—
Vaughn’s fingers slide from between my legs. I choke on the broken sensation crumbling inside me as the buildup evaporates. My brow caves as I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop my disappointment from showing.
My eyes snap to his and I watch with a thrumming sensation vibrating through my veins as he brings his fingers to his mouth. His lips wrap around the glistening digits, and my face throbs with heat when he groans deeply.
“Mmm, princess,” he growls. “I think you might be my new favorite flavor.”
He sits back on his haunches and starts to tug off the torn remnants of his shirt.
I see my chance.
I roll, scrabbling for purchase, trying to get to my feet. But before I can even lift myself an inch, a big hand wraps like iron around my ankle, pulling a scream from my throat.
“Not. So. Fast.”
I cry out, clawing as he drags me back to him first by the ankles and then the tattered remnants of my shirt and bra, which rip the rest of the way off under his brutal grip.
Suddenly, fire explodes across my butt. A vicious SMACK hangs in the air.
He just spanked me.
I scream when he does it again, pinning me to the ground and raining slaps with his unyielding palm down on my butt. I twist and cry out, squirming on the ground as Vaughn spanks the hell out of me, until all I can feel is the throbbing hot, fiery sting of his hand against my flesh.
“Please!!” I sob, writhing in his unyielding grip. He spanks me again and again, until tears are streaming down my face and I don’t even recognize the half-screamed moans that wrench from my throat.
Horror spreads like poison through my veins.
What was that?!
I’m not enjoying this.
I’m enduring it.
I’m shaking from head to toe when he violently shoves me onto my back. I wince when my butt hits the ground, then cry out when Vaughn grabs my thighs and yanks me to him over the rough dirt.
He rips his belt open and tugs down his zipper, then reaches inside.
“Slow down!” I blurt, pawing at his hands as if that might stop him. “Please—”
Vaughn shoves his pants and boxers down over his hips.
What.
The.
Actual.
HELL.
My brain shorts out for a second as my eyes land on the massive, swollen thickness that springs out of his jeans, bobbing heavily.
He’s huge.
Vaughn wraps a fist around the base, making his dick bulge as his hand slides up and down the veined shaft. He strokes himself a few more times before grabbing my thighs and yanking them up, my legs spreading to either side of his hips.
Wait wait wait wait—
“Vaughn, please!!”
“I warned you. Don't get me harder, princess.”
Panic consumes me as I stare in disbelief at his massive dick as he slowly fists it right over my pussy.
No.
There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me. It's impossible.
He’s going to split me in half.
He’s going to destroy my pussy.
He's going to hurt me.
Without warning, he slaps the swollen head of his cock against my pussy.
A spasm ripples through me, turning my core to liquid fire as my throat tightens.
Oh God no…
He does it again and again, his big dick slapping against my wet clit until a broken, needy sound wrenches from my chest.
Then he spits right on my pussy, making me even wetter.
Something unhinged inside me breaks free, like a piece of me that I’ve kept walled up in the shadows suddenly escaping its prison.
Vaughn slaps the heavy underside of his dick against my pussy again, and I whimper when he slides the big head through his spit, rubbing it against my clit.
My body jolts, my back arching and my thighs shaking as he rubs my swollen button with his slippery dick before he suddenly drags the head down, sliding it between my lips.
“Wait—!”
His thick head presses against my opening as my breath comes in frantic, tight little bursts.
“Wait! Please! Stop—”
“No.”
“Vaughn!”
I try to scramble away from that monster cock that I know is going to split me in half. But he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes, stopping me. I choke out a broken sound, my hands clawing and flailing, slapping at his arms, his chest—
Vaughn grunts as his palm connects with my cheek, an heated fire suddenly ripples across my face.
Holy shit.
My brain tries to process the fact that that Vaughn just slapped me, and the far worse realization that it sent a bolt of achy, twisting need rippling violently through my core.
But my brain doesn’t get a chance to process either idea fully, because the sting of his palm is still on my cheek as he suddenly rams every inch of his massive cock deep inside me.
I freaking scream.
I yell like I’ve been burned on a hot iron, my back arcing as my bruised, sore butt levitates off the ground. Fiery pain sears through me, making me cry out as Vaughn groans deeply, impaling me on his huge dick.
It feels like I’ve just been given a shot of pure adrenaline.
My senses are on high alert.
My pulse is racing.
Every physical sensation feels too intense.
The chilly night air on my skin. The rough scrape of the dirt and dead leaves underneath me. The pressure of the strong hand around my throat.
…The way I feel stretched so freaking tight around his thickness.
Mercifully, he just stays deep inside me for a second. Still, my breath chokes in my throat and my eyes roll back. My bare feet kick against the ground. My fingers rake down his muscled forearms as he holds me by the throat and hip, grinding his dick deep inside my pussy.
I’m so tight.
I’m so freaking full.
Too full.
He’s too big. Too much.
He’s going to kill me with this dick.
Just say the word.
Scream it, and this madness ends.
Midnight. Midnight. MIDNIGHT.
“Mmm, such a greedy, slutty little fuck hole,” Vaughn growls in a husky tone.
My brow caves, my breath becoming haggard and rasping as he slides out and then pounds right back into me.
“Please—” I choke. “Slow d—”
I cry out, the broken sound alien to my ears as Vaughn brutally thrusts harder into me.
“This pussy belongs to me. Don’t tell me how to fuck it,” he snarls. “This isn’t a fucking date, princess. I’m not here to make you come, in fact, I don’t give a shit if you do or not. What I care about is fucking—”
A high, needy whine, in a voice that I don’t recognize as my own, bursts unbidden from my lips, releasing itself into the night as he rams into me.
“This.”
This time, I know I don’t recognize the sound that erupts from my throat.
It’s not pain. Not terror.
It’s desperate need, deep and primal. And it scares the hell out of me as Vaughn slams his huge dick back into my poor, battered pussy.
“Little.”
I choke, my chest clenching when I feel him so deep that it feels like he’s in the back of my throat. Pressure throbs inside me, the sensation of being so full taking my breath away.
“Pussy,” he rasps. “Until I empty every drop of my fucking cum inside it.”
No one has ever come close to talking to me like this before.
Never been this cold, calloused, and uncaring.
That makes it even worse when the lewd wet sounds fill my ears as he pounds into my pussy like an animal, and when that achy, needy moan rips from my throat.
When my hips roll eagerly to meet his every thrust.
When I feel my pussy rippling and quivering around his thickness.
When he spits on me again, the drool hitting my chin and neck before he slaps my face once more with his palm.
Then my breasts, over and over, hitting my nipples as I scream and shudder and shake under him.
“There’s a good cum whore,” Vaughn snarls in a deep, rasping, demonic voice that sends me reeling. He pounds into me, one hand around my throat and the other raining slaps over my my breasts, my butt, and my pussy.
The terrifying faces of skulls and snakes and ghouls leer at me from his rippling body as his hand on my throat slides around my neck and his fingers snake into my hair. He grabs it in a fist and yanks, making me screech as he tugs my head back, exposing my neck.
“Mmmm, such a wet, tight little pussy. My tight little pussy,” he hisses against my throat through clenched teeth, thrusting into me with hard, fast, brutal strokes.
The sheer size and force of his dick knocks the breath from my lungs, sending my bruised and battered ass scraping across the ground as he fills me over and over again.
But God help me, I want more.
More of the madness.
The pain. The humiliation.
The sweet agony, and the even sweeter release.
The more he gives, the more I want. The worse he inflicts, the harder I want it.
And that realization has me quivering and shaking as my whole world begins to tighten and coil.
“Fuck, princess,” he snarls in a deep, hungry tone. “Your sweet virgin blood feels so fucking good soaking my cock.”
The last resistance snaps inside me. The breath rushes out of me with a whooshing choke as my body starts to adjust and stretch and cling tight to his invading cock.
A broken, gasped surrender slams into me. For a second, as I look up and meet the brutal, icy blue glint in his eyes, it feels like I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been before. Not just because I am naked. It's like he, unlike anyone else, is finally seeing all of me.
Seeing the dark part inside me that I’ve kept hidden, even from myself.
And when he brutally thrusts into me, I come undone. Completely. Irreversibly.
Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, but not from pain or humiliation.
It's because suddenly, unexpectedly, and unapologetically, I feel more alive than I ever have.
I shudder when Vaughn cups my face, his eyes glinting darkly as he wipes away my tears with his thumb.
“Don’t cry, little princess,” he murmurs, leaning close and letting his teeth graze the delicate curve of my neck. “You’ll make me come.”
His words drag like a knife point over my skin.
His teeth follow. Biting. Sucking. Eating me alive. His mouth everywhere: on my collarbone, my breasts, my nipples. His hands grasp my hips, lifting them as he pounds into me, hitting a spot inside that makes me start to shatter.
His thrusts become deeper, more violent, as if he’s trying to stab me to death with his cock. But the harder he pounds, the more tightly wound I become. The more he brutalizes my body, the more my insides turn to molten fire.
Vaughn sits back on his haunches, his hands holding my hips and lifting my butt off the ground as he thrusts into me like he hates me.
My toes curl and cramp up. My legs kick. A quivering trembling builds deep inside.
I desperately try to remind myself that I’m only doing this because I have to.
Because he’s forcing me.
But the terrifying truth is, I like this. And what really scares me is how much I’m craving his madness.
How much the pain turns me on.
I’m going to come.
My back scrapes against the ground. My hands claw and dig at his arms as he reaches down, wraps a hand around my throat, and squeezes.
My eyes roll back as my entire reality blurs and shatters.
Oh God…
Oh GOD.
“That’s it, come apart for me, slut.”
Smack.
His hand slaps my breasts, making my nipples scream in agony and pleasure as they tighten to points. He leans over and bites down hard on the same nipple, making me cry out as my pussy pulses around his huge dick when he rams into me again and again.
“You’re fucking mine now, my little cum whore,” he snarls. “You belong to me. This cunt belongs to me. Your pain and your pleasure belong to me. Your cum belongs to me.”
Slap.
Thrust.
Squelch.
Scream.
Whimper.
Sob.
Everything becomes a blur: his brutal hands, his vicious thrusts, owning me, consuming me, reducing me to dust as I shatter.
“Be a good little cum slut and break for me, princess.”
Oh God…
My body spasms and shakes as the orgasm slams into me like a hurricane making landfall.
I claw at him, my entire body twisting and writhing, grinding against his invading cock as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
Vaughn grunts as he pushes his dick as deep as he can get—deeper than it’s been so far, and touching a place inside that makes me see stars. Then he pulls out, and fists his glistening, blood-streaked cock as he roars his release.
Cum sprays across my tummy in thick, hot, white ropes, splattering my pussy and my thighs and running in white rivulets down my hips. A second burst lands across my breasts, and a third splatters my chin as I whine and moan.
Covering me.
Marking me.
Destroying me.
I’m numb as I look down, and tremble when Vaughn slides a hand over my body, rubbing his cum and my blood into my skin.
“I told you your tears were going to make me come, princess.”