5. Chloe
Chloe
I ’m going to hell.
Looking at the man on top of me shouldn’t make me feel anything other than disgust. Yet here I am with a psycho’s cock buried deep in my pussy, and all I feel is the intense need to come.
This doesn’t happen to me. I never enjoy it. Zack’s confused my body and mind. That’s all it is. There’s no other reason why my pussy is wet for him.
Then why do I want him to kiss me again?
I can still taste it. Not just the blood, but him . He tastes like the darkness I’ve always craved. Like every temptation I’ve fought to resist.
I’m falling with him into a dark pit of pleasure. Sacrificing my soul for a taste of sin.
Each drag of his thick cock in and out of me has my body coiling tighter and tighter. Heat igniting deep in my belly.
I tell myself I’m not fighting harder because I don’t have a death wish. But even I don’t believe my own lies.
God, why does it feel so good? I look past Zack, to the heavens, hoping to find a reason for any of this among the stars. Is it another test? If I resist, will I find peace? Or am I finally meant to give in to my desires?
Zack softly cups my cheek and pushes my face back to him. “Eyes on me, not up there. I’m your God tonight. Or your devil. Whichever one turns you on more.” He smirks, and thrusts particularly hard. I shunt along the rough ground, and my head knocks into something solid.
Reaching up, I feel the handle of his knife sticking out of the ground.
My fingers wrap around it at the same time Zack’s hand clamps down over mine. “Careful now.” He tuts disapprovingly. “Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself.” His breath fans over my cheeks, and it takes everything in me to not get drunk on it.
“Go to hell!” I spit in his face, and wrestle him for the knife. He ends up rolling us over so I’m on top, and I sink down hard onto his entire length. A guttural groan escapes me as I feel him hit deep inside.
“Definitely not a virgin.”
Zack twists my wrist so hard I worry it’ll snap and takes the knife from me.
Holding it to my throat, he stares at my pussy wrapped around his cock.
My panties are pulled uncomfortably tight to the side, my pussy stretched out around him.
Inching my hips up, I watch him start to slide out of me.
I don’t get all the way off as he grips my hip and forces me back down.
The intensity in his eyes has me squeezing involuntarily tight.
“Little sinner.” He breathes out slowly. “We’re already in hell. This whole world is fucked up, so you might as well enjoy yourself while you’re still breathing.”
There must be something seriously wrong with me because rather than try and get off him, I ride him .
His left hand is settled lightly on my hip, and the knife isn’t held that close to my throat anymore.
I could easily get away. But I don’t. The way he’s staring at me, it’s like the first time our eyes met through the car windshield.
Full of dark promises that can only be fulfilled under the dead of night.
I touch my clit and rub myself hard enough for it to hurt. If I’m going to enjoy this then I deserve to suffer.
Zack stares down at my hand, his dark eyes wide with surprise.
“Why aren’t you stopping me?”
“From touching that pretty little clit?” He smirks. “Because it feels so good when you tense up on me, darlin’—ugh, yeah. Just. Like. That. ” He thrusts his hips up with each word.
I feel the knife move on my throat, and I point my chin up as he drags it up to my cheek.
“Plus, I like the faces you make when you’re all worked up and turned on. But you’re not going to come. You’ll only come when I say you can. You’re my toy tonight, remember?”
Wanting to prove the fucker wrong, I rub myself faster, but nothing happens.
A satisfied grin spreads on his already smug face. “See? You’re mine.” He takes hold of my hand and moves it away from my clit. Then he drags the knife down, making my whole body freeze.
I want to tell him to stop, but he’s rendered me speechless.
The tip of the blade touches my clit, and my body coils tight, eager to find the orgasm that he’s taken captive.
Not like this. I can’t come like this.
“Come for me, little sinner. ”
A soundless scream escapes me as the strongest orgasm of my life wracks through me.
Taking the knife away, Zack bucks his hips up aggressively as I ride through the waves. Both his hands are on my hips, holding me down.
My orgasm wanes, and I feel the sudden swelling of his cock inside me. His condomless cock.
“Wait. No. You can’t come in me! I-I’m not on birth control,” I lie, hoping it will deter him.
“That sounds like a you problem.”
Shit .
I try to get off him, but he holds me down, and I choke on a scream as his hot come hits me deep inside.
He lets out a long sigh, his back arching, and his fingers loosening, finally letting me go. I fall to my side, his come leaking out of my swollen pussy. Tugging my dress down does little to cover the humiliation now on my thighs.
I stand up and start to make a run for it on my shaky legs, but Zack grabs my foot, and I fall face down.
My muscles burn as I push back up and take off on another sprint.
This time I make it a few more steps before he’s grabbing my arms and spinning me in close.
“You sure you want to try that again? I won’t go easy on you the next time I catch you. ”
Easy ? That was easy ?
Baring my teeth at him, I yank my arm, but he doesn’t let me go. His stupid smile gets even bigger, his pointed canines threatening to sink into me.
Forcing me to turn, he pulls my arms behind my back and locks a zip tie around them until it cuts into my skin.
“Ouch,” I hiss.
“I thought you liked the pain, you little slut.” He spanks my ass then starts groping me .
“What are you doing? Did you not get enough?”
He chuckles and spins me around to face him, leaving me dizzy and barely able to stand.
“Just checking you’re not hiding anything.
No wallet? How exactly were you planning on paying me for the ride?
” He slides one hand down between my legs and pushes his finger into my drenched pussy.
Satisfied at what he feels, he straightens my panties out, covering my pussy, and petting me there.
“This check’s already been cashed. You’ll have to think of another way to reimburse me for my kindness. ”
“Shouldn’t you have done all this before I had the chance to kill you?”
He cocks a brow and shrugs. “That wouldn’t be any fun. I was curious what you’d do. Honestly, didn’t expect you to actually fuck me. What do we have here?” He pulls out the rosary beads from my pocket, and dangles them in front of my face.
“What’s the point of these? You rub them and God grants all your wishes? How about you ask him to come save you from me. I wonder if he’d float down all majestically or land like a superhero.” Zack laughs like a crazy person. Because that’s exactly what he is. A drugged-up psycho.
I take a step backward, and a twig snaps under my shoe. Zack’s face goes blank as he falls silent. That look scares me more than his manic one.
I risk another step, but he tugs me toward him and loops the rosary beads around my neck, spinning me as he wraps them tighter.
I struggle to get my hands free so he doesn’t choke me to death, but the zip tie doesn’t budge.
A kick to the back of my knees knocks me off my feet, and I’m pushed face down, ass up in the dirt.
I brace myself for him to take me again .
“Wait here,” he says roughly before patting my head.
I lie motionless as he fetches his bag and pockets the discarded veil of my habit.
On the way back to me, he pauses next to the body.
There’s a quiet anger radiating off him as he stays eerily still, staring down at what he’s done.
They didn’t seem to know each other, but there’s something in Zack’s expression that I can’t quite place.
He puts his knife away and hauls the bag higher onto his shoulder.
Then he unzips his jeans and pulls his dick out.
I watch in shock as he relieves himself on the body.
My mouth hangs open against the dirt as he shakes himself off.
Rather than tuck himself away, he turns to me with his cock in hand.
“Come here and lick me clean.”
I blink a few times, thinking surely I misheard him.
“Little sinner,” he sing-songs. “Crawl to me and lick my cock clean with that filthy tongue of yours.”
“What will you do if I say no?”
“Do you really want to find out?”
It’s difficult to pull my top half up off the dirt, and even harder to crawl without the use of my hands. But I make my way over to him.
There’s a sick glee in Zack’s eyes as he watches me struggle.
My knees sink into something wet and warm. I don’t dare look to see if it’s blood or piss. Neither is preferable.
Stretching my tongue out, I lick once over his tip. Rather than urine, all I can taste is the mix of our come and my blood coating him. I hate to say it, but I like the flavor that makes up us .
“You can do better than that. Clean me up properly or I’ll make you clean him. ”
Surely he’s not twisted enough to make me do that, but I don’t push my luck and choose to clean Zack willingly.
“So obedient for such a bad girl,” he croons as he slides his fingers through my hair; his nails scratching at my scalp makes my skin tingle. “Bet they loved putting you in your place back at whatever church you came from.”
It takes everything in me not to bite his cock clean off. Instead, I stick to what I’ve been taught.
Swirling my tongue around the crown, I lick him clean. The bitter taste is overwhelming.
His fingers tense in my hair, and I brace for the inevitable choke that comes next once he forces himself into my throat, but he lets go. I blink up at him, and his gaze hardens.
Ignoring his stare, I drag my tongue down to his balls and suck them clean as well.