Chapter 28 The Taste of You #2
“Please let me know the minute you get it.”
“Of course, Sir.”
I hung up.
It had taken me the whole afternoon to get done the work I usually did in five hours because that had been the very morning I’d ever fucked her.
I sighed, relieved I was finally finished for the day and leaned the leather chair back then turned it so that I could look out the big window behind me in the forest. She slipped into my mind as easily as my cock slipped into her taut pussy.
She was practically a virgin, hadn’t cheated on me at all since that night in the park.
MINE… The word sprung from my subconscious loudly, but I corrected myself, No. Not mine. She’s a slave who will soon be purchased.
God, the way she sobbed and screamed, the way her body trembled through the whole first fucking session.
I was her one thread to sanity and shredded it.
If any of the overlords had a clue how good and delicious of a victim, how much of a greedy little whore she was…
My laughter filled the room at the memory of her trying to come while getting raped.
What the fuck? I had to teach her that’s not how this was going to work.
Yes… there was no questioning it, they’d rip her out of my hands right away.
I’d left her crying on the floor, completely degraded.
She’d needed it. That defiant sparkle in her eye needed to go.
If I returned to her cell, would she still be lying on the floor still desperately crying for my empathy, for my gentleness?
I resisted peeking into her camera. Once again, I had to shake my head at my state and pull myself out of my daydreams and memory.
I sighed when I looked at the time. It was already eight p.m. Instead of going to her room as every cell in my body begged me to do, I worked out for two hours, first the weights then the ten mile run on the treadmill.
After, exhausted out of my mind with every muscle on my body sore, I retired to my apartment, took a shower and laid down to sleep. Only, instead of sleeping, I tossed and turned, craving more of her. Hoping to remedy that, I jerked off. Half an hour later I was awake again, craving her.
This is lunacy. What the fuck? I sucked my teeth, changed into some sweatpants and walked down to her cell.
The fucking bitch had won.
I was breaking my protocol for her. The door slid open and then closed immediately after I walked in.
She was folded into a ball with the side of her body against the wall, only looking at me from the corner of her eye, briefly.
Her loud breathing trembled. I turned the light on and went to the cabinets in the dark corner of the room where the toys were stored, then grabbed vibrators and dildos of different sizes.
She needed to be less sensitive before I could start training her to resist having an orgasm.
The bitch is too greedy. The thought did something to me.
I was feral, starving for her. An excruciating need to fuck her into unconsciousness invaded all of me.
I was no longer myself. She was no longer safe with me at all.
There was a savage violence running through my veins that I wasn’t sure I could control.
I needed to dominate every cell in this girl’s body.
“Crawl to me,” I commanded from the locked door, and she shook her head.
Wrong response, Magdalena.
I soaked her defiance and bit it into my bottom lip. She wasn’t aware of what I was trying to suppress.
“Not again, please,” she whispered. The tears were already marking her face. I was so thirsty for them.
“I’m only going to say it one more time. Crawl to me.” I raised my voice at the command and waited too long before she obeyed by slowly crawling over to me. She didn’t realize that watching her butt cheeks crown her face and dip and rise at such a slow pace only increased the sensuality.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed. Her ass was right in front of me and her face away.
“Grab your cheeks and open them.” That’s when she started breaking down again, but I ignored it.
While she sobbed, I drenched a vibrator and pushed it into her pussy until it was all the way in.
She sounded as if I’d gut punched her or as if she would vomit.
I didn’t care. I started stuffing her ass with a lubricated long thin dildo, but before I could push it all the way in, she screamed, “Noooo! No!” She released her cheeks and crawled away.
I stood there stunt by her stupidity, then had to hold my laughter as I followed her slowly, making her crawl all over the room with her stuffed holes until I pressed the button on the control so the vibrator would be at maximum speed and intensity.
She collapsed and convulsed while screaming.
Once I stopped it, loud moans filled the room.
God, she sounded like such a greedy whore.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You begged for it, remember? To come? Or do you also need my mouth sucking your pussy?”
Her only response were more moans. “Open up for me.” I grabbed her hair.
The weight of all her body hung from my hands while she opened her ass cheeks, and I pushed the rest of the dildo in without mercy.
Sometimes she’d try to pull away, but there wasn’t enough leeway.
Her sobbing filled the room, echoing. She screamed as I pushed the last of it in, all twelve inches.
“Pleeeeeaaaaassseeee!” After, she collapsed on the floor, out of breath and gagging. “Turn around.”
I opened, then raised her folded legs. “Hold them.” She looked gorgeous with strands of hair stuck to her cheek, her tits partially falling to the sides and her pussy glistening under the dim light.
Her palms wrapped under her knees pulling them to the side, obeying me.
She was showing it to me, how having both her holes stuffed had her all wet and crying.
I turned on the vibrator to maximum, and a screech escaped her, but she didn’t release her legs.
This was my psycho bitch obeying me. If only she knew how delicious that realization was.
Her body rattled as short moans kept tumbling out of her.
She tried everything: biting her lips, closing her eyes, tensing, relaxing, moving her thigh, breathing through it, but in the end, she exploded again.
Loud whimpers turned to screams and wailing.
Slowly, I approached her contorting body and pushed her legs further up against her chest, completely folded and bent so that I could watch her pussy squeezing the vibrator again and again as she came, her shaking becoming violent convulsions that ripped loud screeches out of her.
“Ahhhhhhh! Pleeeeeassseee,” she begged in between panting.
“Sto—Oh... Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck!” Again, she came, her eyes rolling up with high-pitched whimpers and her face wincing, then biting her lip, with quivering eyebrows almost meeting in the middle.
Her round, tearful eyes then met mine and silently begged me for mercy. “Siiirrrrrr.... Pleeaaaaseee.”
My gaze slowly swept down from those beautiful almond-brown eyes down to her pale pink areolas surrounding her hardening nipples, then her midsection all the way to her swollen, wet pussy.
She was a fucking masterpiece.
This constant desperate pleading from the most vicious woman I’d ever known.
The memory of her bathed in blood, slashing at her thighs in the forest ready to kill me flowed through my mind, further solidifying my obsession.
I kneeled right in front of her, lowered my face less than an inch away from her pussy and then slowly pushed as much of my tongue flat, between her pussy lips.
The vibrations tickled my tongue all the way down my throat.
She was taking short gasps again and again before a long moan ripped out of her.
Every time her pussy squeezed the vibrator, my tongue dipped a little pressed against her and my teeth would graze her clit.
I could feel the toy doing its work and her hot sweaty body doing hers, quivering on and wetting the flatness of my tongue.
Fuck yeah, baby, come on my tongue. Drip on me your delicious juices for me to savor.
When she started losing control again, her whimpers coming out faster, louder, more alarmed, I reached under, pulled the dildo and fucked her with it, pushing her over the edge without moving my tongue until I could feel a tiny puddle of it collect on it.
As she shook like a leaf in a storm, I curved my tongue and cupped her juices, tasting her sweetness.
It took me straight to the best memory of my fucked up life, that night in her dorm room.
I’d been so nice to her, given her all the pleasure I could, yet letting her think it was a dream. It was obvious she didn’t remember. But it had been wrong of me to let her forget. I should have been as brutal as I was then so that she would have truly run.
My lips grazed her clit and that was enough for her to convulse.
She wasn’t even making sense anymore, sounds broke the words she tried to speak, screams rattled with the rest of her body.
I lifted my head, bringing my tongue up to her clit where it curled against it, stroking it hard without mercy long after it started hurting me.
The volume and pitch of her wailing, the way she curved back her nape, raising her chest, told me she was loosing her mind.
She was no longer conscious of her actions or words, spitting, screaming, her body jumping off the floor, fucking the toy I was thrusting into her ass.