Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
PERILOUS
I cradle her face in my hands. Her eyes are big and hopeful. There’s a broken soul hidden behind those eyes. I can’t help but wonder just what the truth is behind this woman on her knees, preparing herself to suck my cock.
Her father wants her alive and returned.
Luc and the rest of the Legion want her dead.
Of course Luc puts me in charge of killing this bitch. He’s still punishing me for some fuck up that happened a little while back. He’s trying to break me completely. Wanting me to go insane, so I end up putting a bullet into my head on my own. Or maybe he wants to turn me into some sadistic madman that will do anything for him.
… like killing an innocent child…
My right hand grabs Annika’s hair and I pull. She cries out as her neck snaps back. I grit my teeth and my nostrils flare.
“You don’t know what pain is, doll,” I say to her. “Move back until you hit the wall.”
I release my hold on her and watch as she remains on her knees, inching back toward the wall until her feet touch.
Who the fuck are you, Annika? Huh?
“Shirt. Off.”
I want to see just how well this new pet of mine will listen.
My orders are to find her. Done.
My other orders are to kill her. Not done. Yet.
I can find balance in between that. Which I’ve done so far. I’ve kidnapped her. Hurt her.
Now she gets to endure another kind of punishment and pain. One laced with pure consent and deep desire. That broken soul of hers hiding behind her eyes is more than just that. I’m not fucking stupid. I know when someone likes it rough. I know when someone likes to be tossed around—taken to the edge and then some.
And that’s Annika. And she’s never had it before.
I picture her naked, on her hands and knees, her soaked, plump cunt shivering with desire. Looking back at some random guy as he rolls a condom onto his feeble cock. She’s asked him to smack her ass. The guy does it but doesn’t even leave a handprint.
Annika’s shirt is off, on the floor next to her. Now it’s just her bra and her tits.
“Off,” I growl.
She reaches back and unsnaps her bra. She’s shaking. But it’s not fear. She’s beyond fear by now.
You fucking like this… you slut…
Her bra falls forward and her tits are just… there . Beautiful handfuls of soft skin and rich, pink nipples. Sweet, perked buttons, tempting me to be touched and sucked. Tempting me to be bitten so hard that they bleed.
“Cup your tits and show me them,” I order my new pet.
Annika does as told. Her hands are still shaking.
I step closer to her and grab her wrists. Her tits fall free and give the sweetest little bounce I’ve ever seen.
“Quit fucking shaking, doll,” I tell her. “You’ve lost. This is your fate now. This is where you are. Stop thinking about yesterday. Stop thinking about tomorrow…”
She blinks. I let her hands go and they fall to her sides. I use my pointer finger on my right hand to turn her head a little. I stare at her left cheek. So pretty and clean.
“… or else…” I whisper.
I pull my right hand back and swing, connecting with Annika’s cheek so hard that the smacking sound muffles her scream.
Almost instantly, my handprint appears on her cheek.
She looks at me in shock, eyes welling up with tears.
“Now touch your cunt and show me the truth,” I command her.
I want to see her fingers fucking soaked from me slapping her face. My new pet likes it this way.
Find her. Bring her back.
Fuck that.
Find her. Fucking kill her.
The torn up thoughts in my head and the sting on my fingers from slapping her has my cock pulsing with a deep ache.
Annika moves her right hand between her legs and touches. For a second I’m thinking I’m going to have to punish her again for not listening. But, she’s a good pet and peels her panties to the side and strokes her cunt with two fingers. Just once.
“Show me,” I tell her again.
Annika holds out her right hand. Just as I predicted. Her fingertips are glistening with sweet, warm cunt honey. Fresh from the source.
I catch her scent flirting with my nose, offering a straight line to my brain like I’ve just snorted a line of cocaine. My brain activates like my cock.
Next thing I know I grab her wrist and squeeze tight. I take deep breaths. I feel like I’m a vampire in some cheesy teen novel, where the girl pricks her finger open just a little and the vampire can’t help himself.
Annika’s cunt juice is like the life force of blood.
I pull her arm toward me. She lets out a cry of pain as I almost tear her shoulder out of its socket. Her fingers are then inside my mouth. The taste of her cunt is almost too much and nothing is ever too much for me.
I pull her fingers from my mouth. I refuse to swallow.
“Open your fucking mouth and tilt your head back,” I tell her.
Annika obeys.
Fucking beautiful.
I lean over and scratch my teeth against my tongue, collecting spit and her cunt honey. I spit into Annika’s mouth. Of course that doesn’t erase the taste in my mouth of her cunt. And it only serves to turn me on even more watching my spit in her mouth. Knowing she’s tasting my mouth and her own body.
I finally open my jeans and push them down, letting my throbbing cock jump free. I’m full of life, root to tip standing firm and tall.
Annika’s eyes widen. The sudden shock of my size and knowing she’s going to have it buried in her mouth and down her throat in just seconds spreads across her face. Zero chance to turn back, not that she would do that right now. It’s too late. We’re too close.
And deep inside her soaked cunt she knows this is what she wants.
Attacked. Kidnapped. Thrown to her knees. Slapped across the face.
And now…
I dig my fingers into her hair and pull her mouth toward me. She doesn’t bother lifting her hands to attempt to stroke me. There’s no need for it. This is about my cock and her throat.
She introduces me to her mouth by just going for it. Her lips wrap with a firm grip around me, sliding over the head of my cock and going for more. If she wants to play that game…
I pull at her head and I drive forward. I skip the pleasantries of getting to know the mouth I’m about to fuck and go right for the back of her throat. She gags, and that’s okay, no judgement from me.
I press more and I feel her throat squeeze against me. Her eyes suddenly go wider and I realize she’s never been throat fucked before. Maybe she’s never been with a guy big enough. Or maybe she’s just never had someone grab her head and jam their cock into her mouth like I have.
I interlock my fingers at the back of her head, sort of playing with her hair as I do so. The scent of her shampoo is released. It’s a faded smell. A hint of cherries and honey, plus that natural smell of a woman’s body.
She makes another gagging sound. This one much more guttural. Her eyes watering, a tear jumping from her left eye onto her cheek. Her cheeks turning bright red. I know I’m a second away from making her vomit.
She reaches up and grabs for my cock. Her right hand trying to wrap around what’s not buried in her mouth. Her left hand touches my right leg. She’s shaking again.
I let go of her hair and pull my cock out of her mouth, punishing her by taking her new toy to suck on away from her. I do it with force too.
I feel her mouth, tongue, and jaw react. She can’t help it as she bites down a little bit. Her teeth gnawing at my hard shaft, leaving me grunting. That intense feeling of pain and sensitivity hitting me at the same time. That subtle notion that she has the ability to hurt me if she really wanted to.
Then again, if she did try to bite hard… I’d have to fucking kill her to make her stop.
What we’re doing here is nothing but a game. A deadly, toxic game. She’s fighting for survival. And I’m just merely mesmerized that my new pet is so wanted alive and dead at the same time.
My mind and cock and are in such an interesting battle. I don’t give a fuck who wins or loses.
I just want my cock deep in Annika’s throat once more.