Chapter 19
BAD ME
If I fuck you here, where do I… hide the bones. That sentence rolled out in my mind, and I caught it in time to stop myself from saying the worst. I still don’t know why I even thought it. And Bad Me?
I shouldn’t have said that. Is my brain concealing things from me?
I slide forward to partly cover her body where she’s laid out over the sofa and armrest—naked, wriggly woman.
I thrust my fingers into her while I bite the curve of her shoulder, listen to her sighs and her throaty moans.
She squirms under me, and a few more slaps on her ass will redden her with handprints.
Not yet.
I glance down, admiring her, holding myself back until I have her well past that scare. My cock hates the waiting, pulses whenever it brushes her bareness or prods her.
The sight of her at my feet, before, helpless and waiting for me, it unscrewed some bottle of thick, nightmare darkness.
Things poured into my imagination, exquisite and terrifying.
A woman tied to the ceiling, spinning. Upside down and ready to be facefucked, or right way up on tiptoes and gagged, with red stripes on her from ass to back, to breasts.
She writhes to escape the strikes of a whip, crying out as some object on the end of a stick is pumped into her cunt.
A dildo, a bottle, a knife with bared blade?
My gut churned. My cock rose, harder than steel.
Come painted her body from mouth to ass with rivers of white.
Incredibly graphic.
What is reality? Have I seen this before?
I lurch back into awareness of Hailey beneath me where I’ve spread her, bound her wrists with torn shirt, tied her mouth with the remains of her bra. She’s silenced and perfect.
I hold her down, pin her flatter to the cushions. Ass up she is plain gorgeous. Her slit glistens, drips with arousal that smears her inner thighs.
I line myself up, guiding the head of my cock into her pussy, searching, then slip partly in, an inch or two.
I halt, teeth gritted. Already her walls are sucking at me, clenching in.
She twists her neck to watch me, looking stunned, her mouth a gag-distorted O, straining to open as I plunge fully inside her, fucking her with this erection forged from misremembered scenes of god knows what. Porn? It must have been that.
And her. I want to pour her like this into a gold sculpture and keep her forever. All sultry and face-flushed, all desiring of cock, of being made mine.
Fuck, though, I want to recreate some of my imaginings.
My thrusts grow wilder, deeper, faster. I jackhammer into her.
Hailey gasps and arches upward as I reach the end of her cunt and grind on her.
“Fuck!” I gasp. Too soon. I’ll come in seconds. I pull myself out of her and flip her over, kneel between her legs and mouth her pussy. Struck by whimsy, I tease her everywhere for a while, circling that sensitive nub, while she kicks then subsides, panting, scowling up at me.
Then I truly get to work with my tongue. She shudders as I suck on her, finding what really makes her tense up then breathe erratically. She moans and murmurs filthy encouragement through the impromptu gag.
I fucking love seeing her with her bra stuffed in and tight across her mouth.
Her clit swells more, becomes a target no one can miss. I firm my tongue and circle it, stuff her pussy with three of my black-gloved fingers and squeeze them in and out to a rhythm it seems she can’t get enough of.
When she strains her pussy toward my mouth and tries to crush my head with her thighs, I push them away.
I growl at her until she whimpers and gives in.
Her legs dangle loosely over my shoulders.
I insert my fingers, going slow at first. Her cunt entrance barely lets me get in those three, but I can.
I keep them still until she lifts her head.
“You being good for me?”
Hailey nods, somewhat frantically. Definitely almost there. I flick her clit, hard, with my tongue and smile as she squeaks.
I should’ve tied her feet to the base of the sofa, to make her feel especially vulnerable.
“More?” she begs, the word muffled by the gag.
“Say please.” I place my teeth, top and bottom, over her clit.
“Pw-eee-ase?” Then she whimpers, nicely, perfectly. My cock throbs.
Fuck yeah, I could do this again, forever. Clit torture… I inhale, nostrils wide, scenting her as my imagination runs crazy wild, thinking of how to do this. My cock bobs, begging for some attention. Clit torture…next time.
Bad Me is happy.
I place my mouth on her again and my tongue finds the old rhythm, as do my fingers.
Within a short time, she’s arching and gasping, when she chokes out another sound and stiffens.
Her thighs are trembling. Her pussy spasms intensely, and I jam my fingers fully in and watch her completely unravel for me.
Oh, the things we will do to her.
I stand and flip her over, take my cock in my fist, give it a stroke before I place it at her slit, ride along it then jam myself into her hole. Nirvana. That first thrust inside her goes beautifully deep, smacking into the back of her thighs and jiggling her ass. It wrenches another moan from her.