Chapter 3 #3
His cock slams into my throat again and again, so violently I’m unable to draw in a breath, and I know I’m going to pass out if he doesn’t finish soon.
I double down, needing to taste him, needing to make him finish, to give him the pleasure he’s giving me.
I suck him hard before biting down slightly and dragging my teeth over him.
“FUUUCCCKKK!” He roars before drawing back far enough to coat my tongue in his cum, before his cock slips from my lips as he spurts the rest onto my face.
I’m gasping for air, forcing my lungs to accept it as he pumps his fist over his thick girth and absolutely covers me in his cum.
Just as he said he would, he rubs it into the wound on my chest. Combining our essence.
My vision is still wavering when he uses my legs to swing me around to face the edge and buries his still rock hard cock into my dripping core.
The stretch is too much, and a scream escapes me at the pain.
One hand goes to my clitoris, circling it with expert precision while the other connects with my cheek.
“Shut the fuck up, and take it, like the filthy little slut you are,” he snarls against my face.
His spit hits my cheek as he thrusts harder, his length forcing the air from my lungs as he plunges in and out.
I can feel him against my pubic bone as his thickness hits everywhere at once.
The knife that was once again in his hand flies through the air as he flips it, the blade's edge landing in his hand as he jerks my legs up by my head. “Keep your legs up.” He demands. I barely have time to register the pain turning into pleasure as he plunges the handle of the knife into my ass from underneath. I’m not sure how he does it, but he somehow always finds the perfect line between pain and pleasure that I need to allow myself to completely let go.
To dive headfirst into the desperate pleasure that encompasses my whole body, allowing nothing else to break through.
He fucks me with both, and I feel so full I know I can’t hold on much longer.
“Fuck…I-I’m gunna come. Fuck. yes. Don’t stoppp.” I blubber, tears dripping down my cheeks as my cum drips down his balls and my ass, coating us in it.
“That’s it. Cry for me.” He leans forward, licking up my tears as if he enjoys my pain.
“You’re mine, Esmer. Mine to do, whatever the fuck I want with.
Say it!” He commands, the edge of the knife pressing against my puckered hole threateningly as he bares his teeth at me, and I have no doubt he will hurt me if I disagree.
But I can’t find it in me to even want to.
“Yours, Master.” I pant.He cackles, his head tossed back as he fucks me into the thin mattress of the futon, the springs digging into my back as he works my clit, round and round as he hits the end of me over and over, his hips working so fast and sinking so deep that the pleasure is non-stop, it’s an onslaught, and it’s too much and not enough.
“Fuck…pain,” I beg, barely able to form coherent words. But thankfully, he understands.
“Fucking perfect.”
He leans down, momentarily pausing his thrusts as he reaches into his pants pocket before pulling out a Zippo.
“You wanna fucking burn, baby? I can make it hurt so good. You’ll always burn for me.
” His eyes take on a sinister tint, and the serial killer steps forward, fear building in my chest just as fast as the orgasm is low in my belly.
He flicks the lighter, and the orange flame seems bright in the soft light of the damp basement.
He brings it to my chest, holding it there and allowing the pain to grow in strength as he picks back up his thrusting.
The combination is exactly what I need; it sets me off, causing me to clamp down on his thick length so tight I feel him jolt like I stopped his forward momentum.
The moment my voice breaks around the overpowering pleasure, he jerks back, his cock slipping from inside me before he pulls the knife from my tight hole and flips me so my ass is in the air, my face pressed into the smelly futon.
The pressure is instant as he pushes himself inside my unused asshole, my cum thankfully soaking it enough.
The pain forces another orgasm to wreck me, my consciousness flickering in and out.
I’m loopy at this point, the amount of orgasms and blood loss causing me to fade in and out.
He slaps my cheek again.
“Stay with me. I didn’t say you could give up yet.
Not until I say so.” He grips my hair, yanking my head back, my neck strained as he works his hips in and out.
Hitting nerves I didn’t even know I had as the pain and pleasure meet.
I’m so weak. “One more. Give me one more, my filthy little freak.” His tone is commanding as he demands everything from my body.
It’s entirely his now. I have no say in anything.
“Yes. Yes. Good girl.” He pumps once, twice more before burying himself deep inside me and filling me up with his cum.
His fingers come around to pinch my clit, wrenching me over again.
My mouth opens, but no sound escapes, only a squeak of lack of air before I pass out.