Chapter 29 Can’t Let You Go
For the two months of her stay in this hell, I was extremely angry with Magdalena for putting me in a situation where I had to kill Elizabeth.
I’d taken my anger out on her. Which, in a way, had been good for her in the end, because no one could possibly believe that there was anything but hate between us.
I’d never been this cruel and harsh with another slave.
She was the first one I’d ever taken to the auditorium to be punished.
Even Ben kept asking me if I was going to kill her after all.
It didn’t help that she’d acted like a fucking submissive zombie for so long when I knew the type of girl she truly was.
After spanking and fucking her in front of every single slave and some of the overlords and richest customers, she’d basically attempted to kill herself then me, but I calmed her by fucking her once more.
My little one fell asleep so quickly after, but not me.
With her in my world, there was no resting.
She was a storm that left behind overturned ships and drowned bodies wherever she went.
I lay on the bed beside her staring up at the ceiling with both my palms folded under my head. She’d slid herself right next to me, taking my heat to warm herself. In another lifetime, I’d tease her about it. It was so cute. My little spoon. But this world wasn’t made for cute things.
I was trying to memorize the feel of her back against the side of my body, the spectacular beauty of her face by caressing it, turning myself over so I could slide my fingers between the silky strands of hair while smelling her, and laying featherweight kisses on her cheek and temples, between her eyebrows, on the tip of her nose, her lips, and chin.
Then, I bit my bottom lip as my cock hardened for her again.
I’m so addicted. How am I going to sell you, Little One? How?
I wanted to tell her I cared for her more than I’d ever cared for myself, that she scared the shit out of me when she almost killed herself with all that bleach, and I needed her to live, always had.
I tried to stab her to death the first time I saw her because I hadn’t realized she was stronger than I’d ever be.
But I needed her to be on this planet for as long as possible.
The words floated into my mind: I don’t know what spell you put on me, but I fucking love you, Magdalena Michaelson.
Then, like a scratching record, it came to me. No! No, I don’t love her, I told myself while knowing I held quite the unrecognizable profound emotion for her.
After hearing I love you from that repugnant monster for half my life, I couldn’t help but grimace.
Love meant abusing the crap out of someone until you’ve damaged their mind into thinking it’s good for them.
It meant raping that person for years, molding them into the very same type of monster he was.
I didn’t want to do that to her. Little One, I wish I could tell you I never wanted to change you, but I had to in order to save you.
I’m so sorry for what I’ve done. None of this was your fault. I’m so fucking sorry.
I wanted to dance with her. Not hurt her, not hear her beg because I expected it, fearing me.
What I craved was for her to look at me and really see me and know I’d always save her and protect her.
I wanted her gaze to convince me I was a good person as powerfully as it had made me fall in love with her.
Tears filled my eyes when the severity of the situation hit me.
I wanted to tell her to wait for me, that I was trying to dismantle his pure evil empire, but I couldn’t.
I’ll never be good enough for you. You’ll never be safe with me.
That’s why I must sell you, Little One. It isn’t because I do not care about you.
I’ve never cared about anything else in my life the way I care about you.
That’s when I remembered I had made a promise to myself that I would give my victims, including her, the peace they deserved with my death.
It hurt to think I had to let her go. While pulling my bottom lip into my mouth with my thumb and chewing on it, I gawked at her, fascinated by every detail of my sleeping beauty.
The phenomenal smell of sex, and mounds and valleys down her body cured me of my temporary panic and insanity at the thought of losing her.
She whimpered in her sleep, and her chest collapsed and rose in fast short breaths.
A nightmare was tormenting her. I placed my palm on her chest and pressed so she’d remember in her slumber that tonight, I was here as her lover. That’s what she’d asked for, after all.
Once her nightmare dissolved, I caressed up and down her midsection many times with the tips of my fingers. Her face turned toward me, her breaths heated my arm which was holding my head up.
She didn’t know I’d never fucked anyone else this much.
I took her nipple into my mouth, drawing a moan out of her, then released it to blow air on it and watch it shrink from the cold.
I sucked on it hard, not stopping when she tried to push me away.
I grabbed her arm and threw it over my shoulder.
She was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, but her breaths were rushed and moans tumbled out of her one after the other. “Tell me you like it.”
“I like it, Sir,” she whispered in her sleep.
I smiled as I slid down and placed her calves over my shoulder, then sucked on her clit so hard and pulled it as far as it would extend.
It was swollen, and her pussy was coated with my cum and her juices.
She smelled like pure sex, like the willing little whore she always was for me.
I kept sucking on it, drawing long groans out of her, then flicking it with my tongue as hard and fast as I could until she moved her hips, bringing herself closer to my mouth, needing to feel more.
Once she was dripping wet, I stuck three fingers in her pussy, curving them and moving them up and down, in and out.
Her own screams woke her. Her eyes snapped opened, and it took a second for her to realize where she was. Then I tightened my hold on her thigh and pressed the three dripping fingers into her ass.
She screamed and fought me. “No!”
She twisted away, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the way she tried to run, but by turning over, she’d just made it easier for me to finger her there.
I hooked my arm around her waist.
“No. Pleassseee!”
God, the bastard in me was eating up her panic.
“It’s me,” I said, and slipped in oh-so easily, all the way up to my knuckles.
She wasn’t breathing, probably having flashbacks.
Despite all the toys I’d stuck up her ass, all the times I’d forced her to come with them in there, she still couldn’t stand the idea of being touched there.
“You can’t go out there scared of this, or he will use it to torture you. Open your legs.”
“Not tonight—"
“Open them and show me what a perfect whore you are.” I didn’t move my fingers while feeling her hole tighten as she spread her legs.
“That’s it. Just trust me.” I kissed her ass cheek then bit it a little, forcing her to pucker up.
I did the same thing on different parts of her ass, with my fingers deep inside her.
“That’s a good girl. Spread them all the way. ”
She protested, but not with words. Still, she obeyed. “Please, Sir.” I loved listening to the trembling of her breath and thinking only I could do that to her, degrade her from the heartless psycho she was to a trembling leaf.
“Yes. I love it when you beg for it.” I pushed and pulled them out of her, and her body convulsed as she screamed. “Such a good whore, taking it in every hole for me. You like it—”
“Yes,” she whispered as I thrusted into her, quickening the pace.
“You like it?” I repeated.
“Yes!” She was so near, losing her mind, wailing yet opening her legs even more without me demanding it.
“You like it?” I moved faster and harder, watching while my fingers separated her cheeks as I pulled out then enveloped my hand when I slammed into her all the way up to my knuckles.
“Yes!” The upper half of her body was arched over the edge of the bed from her trying to slip away. Her ass was also stiff to the point of trembling, squeezing my fingers so hard it hurt.
“You’re such a whore for this? Is that how much you like it?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. Her ass started bouncing off the bed, and she screamed so loud and hard I was sure they could hear her outside.
“You fucking whore! Look at you. You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
“Please!”
“You want to come with my hand in your ass? Huh? Is that what you want?”
“Yes! Please! Please, Sir! Please!” With my other hand, I slapped her ass cheek hard, drawing a screech out of her. I took the fingers out and thrust all four back in.
“Come, you fucking whore! Come!” With my permission, I didn’t have to thrust my hand into her anymore. She was fucking it, sliding back and forth. Her insides tightened on me again and again.
A long, high-pitched screech filled the room, then she collapsed, sobbing and trembling, hanging over the edge of the bed. Her entire body stiffened then released, spasming from euphoria while she cried.
I moved, pulling her by her ankles, and lay over top of her without my full weight on her before she could turn over. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I moved her to face me. “I can’t wait to bury all of my cock in your ass, to break it, gape it open, and fill it with cum.”
“Why? Why do you want to do that to me when you know I don’t like it and you know why.”
“Because, Magdalena, I want to dominate you, control you, push you beyond your trauma, your sanity. I want to see you on the other side and watch you melt for me, into me. I want you to overcome your biggest fears and burn down every fucking boundary you ever had for me.”
I kissed her cheek, then invaded her ear with my tongue, drawing a whimper out of her. “Are you ready?”
“Not in my ass, please, Sir. Pleeeeeaaase.” She squeezed her wet, swollen red eyes tight while screeching the last plea.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Please not that.” Her words were rushed.
I opened her legs again. “Hands and knees.” She was on the edge of sobbing but obeyed me anyway, and I slipped my desperate, pulsing cock into her pussy, then thrusted slowly, allowing her to relax and enjoy it.
“Thank you, Sir.” She was almost too wet, so I fucked her faster, harder.
She gasped and cried with every fuck. “Yes-yes-yes more. Please, more,” she begged, and started fucking me back.
Slapping sounds filled the room. I pulled her hair hard, lifting her upper half off the mattress.
While holding her midair and fucking her, I plunged my fingers into her ass again.
Oh, the harmony in her terror, in her screech with every fuck.
“More?”
She didn’t answer, only moaned and whimpered while I fucked her with no mercy, and the tears bounced off her cheek.
With my fingers on the other side of the tissue, I pushed the tips of them against my cock.
She arched her back, bringing her face toward my mouth, so I whispered, “You have no idea how I wish you were mine. The things I would do to you.” Then I released her.
Only when she collapsed and was helpless on the bed, did I feel satisfied.
Her hips shook, wanting more of my dick and fingers.
“Sick little whore!” I slapped her ass, startling her into gasping, making her squeeze me.
I liked how she instantaneously squeezed my cock, so I did the same thing again and again until she was blubbering.
It must have been agonizing for her after all the times she’d gotten paddled earlier that day.
But only when she could do nothing else but choke my cock while ugly crying did I feel I would finally come.
Instead, I stopped everything and allowed her to get comfortable by lying flat on the bed crying silently except for the hiccups.
While kneeling with my cock still hanging hard, I stared at her wet face. She was staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at me. I could practically read her mind. I’d promised to be prince charming but all she got was the sadist. Now she hated me.
“You hate me?” I asked her. It was a trick question. Slaves don’t have feelings. That’s the rule.
“Yes,” she replied and I tittered. She’d failed the test miserably.
“I appreciate your honesty but honesty will kill you in your new life. You understand that, right?”
“I don’t give a flying fuck.”
What she didn’t know was that I knew the feeling all too well from first-hand experience.
I lay flat on top of her body and kissed her neck, shoulder blade, and arm as I fucked her without abusing her asshole.
“You’re mine. Mine,” I repeated with every thrust, every kiss.
I had to resist saying I loved her. I refused to do that to her, and instead, I fucked her harder, deeper, as if she were worthless.
Even when I knew I was hurting her by hitting her cervix and then came. Then I did it all over again.
When the black spots in my vision disappeared, I realized she was full on sobbing.
It wasn’t lost on me that I was being too hard on her.
I attached my mouth to her clit, sucking and flicking and biting it.
She kicked and screamed, pulling my hair, and if she had nails, she would have scratched me.
I jerked her clit from side to side until she forgot her despondency, and her body took over like the dirty selfish whore she was.
She turned her body so I was beneath her and rode my mouth, swinging her hips.
Her body convulsed, wetting my face and chest, then she took in a single breath and collapsed.
She was barely conscious when I took her with me into the bathroom and filled the tub.
She woke but fell back asleep right away, unable to keep her eyes open while I washed her body and mine. After, I sat her on the bed and dried her then myself.
It was the first deep sleep I remembered ever having. The sun was so bright, its heat woke me. I had my arms and legs tightly wound around her. Even in my sleep, I hadn’t let her go.