Chapter 28 The Taste of You #3
I knew she didn’t want to be fucked up the ass.
I also knew it was because of that night in the forest. Probably she couldn’t stand the shame of enjoying it like she’d never enjoyed anything else in her life.
What she didn’t know was that I’d purposely chosen the thin dildo so that there wouldn’t be any pain, just the pressure, fullness and the ridges sweeping against her tight walls.
I sucked at her clit hard again and again as if I was trying to drink something from it, and finally stopped the vibrator and took it out.
The exhaustion was crystal clear on her with the heavy eyelids.
Relief filled her face and all of her muscles relaxed unaware I was undoing my pants.
I knew she couldn’t wait anymore. Neither could I.
Without hesitating, I thrust all of my cock into her and she let out a long moan.
Her eyebrows wrinkled as if I were torturing her.
Perhaps, I was. Even her breath shook. It was beyond exhilarating to have her so frail in my arms, while being inside her again.
I was so proud she’d finally stopped saying no.
It had been the first day in my life that there had been so many fucking hours between morning and night.
But now I was lost in her, yet home, in such a sweet pool of euphoria.
A whimper escaped me and I hadn’t even begun fucking her.
I’d been giving her time to get used to having all of my cock inside her along with a dildo in her ass.
She was drenched inside and out. Her pussy choked me and released me over and over again in a frenzy, still recuperating from the last orgasm.
I’d lost count of how many she’d had. I wrapped my hand around her throat.
She gasped at the surprise as I squeezed, the terror waking her out of her exhaustion, filling her eyes.
THen I turned over with my cock still inside her, so that she’d be on top.
My hand squeezed as much as I could without breaking her neck, her eyes bulging out, her fingers trying to yank mine away and when they couldn’t, her palms slapped at my chest. Her body relaxed, the impossibility of escape finally being accepted, the energy draining fast from it.
With my other hand, I reached around and moved the dildo.
Her ass lifted, trying to run away from the thrusting, and then I began fucking her from underneath, only loosening my hold on her neck sometimes, just a little.
Our gazes never broke. I watched her panic intensifying, desperation when she was sure she was going to die, mutating to pleasure then gratitude, and tears fill her eyes to the brim.
I should kill her again. Beads of sweat trailed down her midsection while tears rained down on me.
Those tears. Those motherfucking tears. They’d haunted my dreams and now, I felt blessed by them and needed to taste them.
I pulled her to me and licked them off her cheek, then pushed her back up.
Deliciously salty, a perfect blend with the juices of her pussy. As I continued fucking her from under, her tits bounced so beautifully. When I felt her body start to lose all strength, I released her neck and slapped her tits, over and over again. She tried to cover them and I stopped everything.
“Don’t!” I yelled and it was enough for her to drop her hands after begging me silently not to. “Raise your chest. Show me how much you like it when I hit them.”
She curved her back, raised her chest then flinched at the first slap. Her pussy squeezed me with every impact. “Go ahead. Show me how much you like it.”
Slap.
“Fuck your cock.”
Slap.
“You have already disobeyed me more than once. The next offense will have painful consequences. Now fuck my cock like a good slave.” I made sure my words held all the authority.
At first she struggled but then accepted her job, moving bouncing her thighs and fucking me.
I slapped them all over until I knew they had my red handprint all over.
It didn’t take long. My groans became whimpers but I wasn’t sure she could hear me over her wailing.
I sat up, my back against the cold concrete wall.
It hurt to try to hold it, but I did it to watch her be the whore she truly was, enjoying my cock so much that her juices had drenched my balls.
Her eyes rolled up as her pussy slipped up and down, choking and releasing it.
While fucking her with the dildo again, and encircling her nipple with my mouth, my cum shot through my cock up her pussy so violently that I couldn’t help bite her hard with every spill. “Don’t stop,” I commanded. Both our screams transformed into groans with every bounce, every shot of cum.
Her limp drained body fell forward on me.
I lowered my sweaty face between her tits, my breath crashing against her chest. For a while there was calmness, silence and peace between us.
With my eyes closed, I imagined we were in her dorm room, fucking like two wild animals instead of in this hell.
Once our breathing calmed, I said, “It’s good that you can come just from having a dick inside you.
Not every girl is that much of a whore.”
I was surprised by the pain in her eyes.
Was she trying to fool me into thinking my words could hurt her?
I wasn’t even recognizing her. Where was the psycho bitch I had to fight in the dorm room, the one who’d killed three guys in the forest?
Her fake emotions angered me even more. This was not the girl I’d killed an innocent sixteen-year-old slave for.
I commanded, “Now, get back on your hands and knees exactly as you were before.” She obeyed me while still trying to catch her breath with her body shaking from exhaustion.
The side of her face on the cold concrete, her ass up in the air, and her hands holding her ass cheeks open, when I grabbed and lubricated a vibrator that was thicker than the dildo.
I yanked the small dildo out, ripping a scream out of her.
As soon as the tip of the vibrator touched her hole, she whimpered and tensed. “Ssir...”
“Yes, Little One?”
“P-pleeease...”
“There’s no part of your body that doesn’t belong to me, Little One, no orifice.
” I continued, unable to calm my fascination with it forcing her asshole to open, expanding the ring way beyond her capacity until she arched her back, her screech almost becoming a howling as if the vibrator would kill her.
I let it sit there, completely stretching her entrance, every wrinkle gone, then turned it on.
“Oh my Gooooood!” Out of her own volition, she opened her legs wide, and I watched her rocking back and forth.
Her short sharp breaths gave way to high-pitched whimpers.
Although I was torturing her, it soon began to feel as if I was torturing myself ’cause I couldn’t wait to fuck her again.
I watched her rocking back and forth, pussy searching for a good cock like the whore I knew she was.
Her whimpers and pouted lower lip gave way to moans and then screams as another orgasm ran through her.
“That’s it little whore. You love it don’t you? ”
I kept pushing and pulling it again and again, torturing only the entrance while listening to her never catching her breath, sometimes stopping the breathing and then sobbing as I pushed it deeper and deeper. She had no idea how merciful I was being by not fucking it myself.
Then I turned it off. Her entire body crumbled to the floor. I allowed her rushed breathing to calm, her whimpers and cries and even tears to cease while sitting on the bed, watching her. She kept falling asleep for seconds at a time, then coming back.
“Come,” my command startled her away. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds then she crawled and climbed onto the bed next to me where I had patted the mattress.
“Put your head here.” I pointed at my own inner thigh for her, and she obeyed.
I liked that this time I didn’t have to tell her what to do.
My girl is a fast learner. I guess Oxford was right after all.
Good for them not only being about nepotism.
She took my dick into her mouth and my balls in her hands as I lifted her leg to also lay my head on her thigh.
Her other leg was wrapped under my arm. “Don’t take it out of your mouth until I tell you to.
And every time you feel me or the vibrator that means you need to make me come.
” On the control, I set her vibrator to turn on to maximum every twenty minutes, but she didn’t know that.
The first time, we were both still awake, anticipating the first round and like the good girl she was, she took it deep and tried to pleasure me just like that morning.
“Mmmm… That’s a good girl. Just like that.
You’re a fast learner, Little One.” I patted her head as if she were a little bitch.
Then placed my thumb on her temple and placed pressure while drawing a circle.
Sometimes I'd rake through her hair. I doubted she remembered the gesture or that the message was delivered.
I love you, Little One.