15. Santa
Chapter 15
Santa
H er scream gets choked in her throat, the rich, gasping sound of her terror forcing a husky groan to leave my lips. I hold her firmly in my grip, as her limbs try to shake free of the comforter to liberate herself from my grasp, but it’s no use. I witness the moment the drug cocktail begins to take effect, leaving her weak, and her body languid for my use. Her lips go motionless, a frozen look of terror across her features, but her eyes, those pretty pools of dark, rich chocolate, they continue to stare into mine with a heady alarm. My blood rushes in my veins at a galloping speed just gazing at her. My perfect sweet temptation is now mine to do with as I please, and no one can stop me, not her, her atrocious beast, or her roommate; she is utterly at my mercy.
I release my grip on her hair, her head falling back against the rumpled pillow, as I allow my fingers to stroke over her forehead, and trace the arch of her brow. I slide my finger down the bridge of her nose, skimming over her high cheekbones and freckles, until I reach the destination of her pouty mouth. I slip my forefinger inside her parted lips, into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, coating it on her tongue and wishing desperately that it was my cock. “So pretty and yet so very fragile. With one snap of my hands, I could end your short life, sweet little temptation, “ I growl, leaning forward until my face is mere centimeters away from hers, and I can look deep into the irises of her panicked eyes. I pull back my finger, tracing the wetness across her plump lips, before moving it down to her jaw and then her throat. My fingers strum against the delicate flesh as if I were playing a guitar, and she was my desired instrument.
Even in the dim light provided by the waning moon, I can see how rapidly her pulse beats in her neck, and it calls to me to make it race even quicker. I want her so frightened that she will give me all of herself when the time comes. I am the hungry wolf who has come knocking at her door, and she is the foolish red riding hood that didn’t do enough to stop me, filled with the utter falsity of her safety.
No doors or windows can prevent me from getting to her; she can run and even attempt to hide, but I will always find her. My fingers tighten on her neck, causing the sound of her breathing to become ragged and tense. Tears slide from those all-too-often defiant eyes, and skate down her creamy skin until they disappear, much like my sanity. “I know what you crave in the dark, when you think you’re alone.” I tighten my grip until I’m sure no air is making its way inside her lungs, and her face starts to turn an attractive shade of red. “I know you want to be ravished and used, to have all of your choices taken away from you. You want to be my pet, and my slut; well, here I am, ready to grant you your wish, my beauty.”
I release my hold, and air screeches back inside her lungs, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the only movement the cocktail will allow her. My hand continues on its path, making its way above her t-shirt, down the valley between her breasts. I push back the comforter, revealing every inch of her to my waiting eyes, and I’m not disappointed. The sleep shirt has ridden up and is pooled on her stomach, leaving her pelvis, panty-covered pussy, and legs bare. I slide the palm of my hand over the dark cotton panties she’s wearing, using the meaty part of my palm to apply pressure to her clit, while my other hand forces her legs further apart. My fingers long to slip deep inside of her cunt, but I hesitate, allowing the fear and tension to build between us. I stroke her above her panties with my fingers, pushing the thin fabric between her pussy lips, and using my thumb to rub circles across her needy clit. I can feel the material dampening, and the heat coming off her body in waves.
My little temptation is terrified, but she’s also turned on. My other hand pushes the shirt above her breasts, and it pools around her neck. The need to suck on her perky, pink nipples tears through me, and I can’t bear to deny myself a taste of every part of her. I grab the shirt and drape it over her face, using the fabric as a barrier between us, so that I can lift my mask to my forehead and take her stiffened tip into my mouth. My tongue laves at the surface, and her skin pebbles. I pull my mouth away, sucking in some of the soft flesh of her globe before biting down on the surface, and repeating the action on the other breast, so that she’ll have matching imprints of my teeth, before returning to sucking each of her nipples hard, and scraping my teeth along their engorged tips. Each movement causes her chest to rise in a frantic tempo, and I can see she’s struggling to breathe. Death is beautiful, but so is passion, but a mix of both, that’s my fucking drug of choice, and I’m a willing addict.
My hand glides down her abdomen and below the edge of her panties, until my fingers are touching her silky skin, and rubbing against the trimmed pussy hair above her mound. Fuck , I need to see how pretty her cunt is, and get a taste of her core. I force myself away from her breast, and use both my hands to grip the panties on either side of her hips, slowly pushing them to slide down her legs, until the panties puddle at one of her trim ankles. She looks like a sex doll, all pliable and ready for me to do with what I want. My own personal doll, that I can fill with cum, and rip apart, only to put her back together again.
I pull out a small switchblade from my pocket, and graze the sharp knife along the surface of her upper thighs, careful not to give her anything more than a few shallow cuts, at least for now. I don’t want her to bleed out here, only where I can bathe in her blood. “You’re so pretty, my sweet slut; your skin is so soft and perfect for my blade.” I trail the handle of the blade between her slick pussy lips, coating it in her essence, before slipping the handle into my mouth and getting my first taste of her. Her sweet and musky flavor explodes in my mouth, overwhelming my taste buds, and causing a growl to rise from my throat. “Fuck, you’re delicious .”
I discard the blade next to her on the bed, as I lean forwards and slip my tongue along the surface of her flesh, licking one pussy lip, and then the other, before my fingers spread her open for me so that I can feast. My tongue snakes out, licking at her clit, and then down to her entrance before I thrust it inside of her. I fuck her with my tongue, pushing as far as I can inside of her tight, warm heat while my thumb strokes her hard, little nub in time with my thrusts. I pull away from her cunt with a moan, and sink my hands below her thick asscheeks, until I can tilt her pelvis upwards so I can reach every part of her, as my tongue licks and sucks her from her clit down to her puckered hole. A gargled noise escapes her, and brings a vicious smile to my lips. She’s enjoying my touch and the way I’m eating her cunt. I wonder what sweet noises she would make if I stabbed her with my blade, while I shoved my cock down her throat. Fuck, that sounds like heaven.
My fingers spread her cheeks open, allowing me to thrust my tongue inside of her asshole, and I simultaneously plunge my middle finger inside her pussy. Her core grips my digit as her asshole tightens around my tongue. Her heady taste fills my mouth, and her smell drives my nose crazy. The feel of her soft skin under my grasp overstimulates me, until my cock is dripping steady drops of precum inside the constraint of my pants. I switch my hold, pulling my finger from inside of her pussy and plunging two inside of her ass, as my tongue thrusts in and out of her cunt with abandonment. I can’t get enough, she’s the sweetest dessert I’ve ever consumed.
Her whole body tightens, the muscles in her core compressing and bearing down on my fingers and tongue, as a gush of her cum fills my mouth and soaks the bed below her. Her breathing is harsh to my ears, and the sound promises me fond memories of tonight. The first of many nights I will have her to myself. I withdraw my fingers from her ass and pull back, pushing my mask back down over my face. The smell and taste of her pussy instantly covers the interior of the mask, and quickly becomes my favorite scent. I rise so that I can stare at her expression, forcing her shirt back down on her chest, as I push the fingers that were inside of her ass into her mouth, and coat her tongue in her taste. “My little temptation , you cum so beautifully. Taste yourself, taste how fucking amazing your sexy ass is. I can’t wait until you take my cock inside that tight hole.“ I force my fingers to the back of her throat until she makes a choking sound, and I pull back as saliva coats her mouth and chin, and more tears slide from her pretty eyes. “We’ll have to work on training your throat; my cock is substantially larger than my fingers, and you will have to take me down your tight throat, my beauty.”
I get a glimpse of the fading darkness through her broken blinds. I’m rapidly running out of night, and I hate that my time with her will be so short, but in just a few hours, if everything goes according to plan, I will have her forever. My personal sex slave, to do what I wish, when I wish. When I get tired of her, I’ll just dispose of her like I have all the others. A part of my mind calls me a liar. There is something different about Chrissy; she’s not, and will never be, like the others. The thought of not having her makes my stomach clench, and a bout of nausea rise, but I push all of those thoughts down.
I stand up, unbuttoning my pants and pulling down my zipper, as her eyes dart to the side to watch me pull out my cock. I wonder how terrified she is right now. I have a feeling that if she wasn’t sedated, she would be fighting me with everything she has, and I would be immensely enjoying her bloodying me. “I have no way of tying you down on this shitty bed that doesn’t even have a headboard, so this was the closest I could come to fulfilling your fantasy for the moment, my sweet little temptation , but soon I’ll give you everything you dream about.“ My cock bobs in front of me, long, thick, and painfully engorged, despite how many times I’ve already fucked my hand to thoughts of her tonight. “You want to be ravished, used, and taken against your will; that’s what you dream about. Those are the thoughts you fuck your fingers and your dildo to, right here in this bed, isn’t that right?”
I reach over, slide open her bedside drawer, and pull out the large, bright pink rabbit vibrator she has. I hit the button, and the mechanical vibrations are the only other sound in the room besides our breathing. “As much as I want inside of you, my pretty girl, this will have to do for now. When I have you, and I will have you, Chrissy, I want to spend hours buried deep inside of you, and take my time stretching all your holes while you scream for me.”
My hand with the vibrator moves over her breasts, then down her stomach, until I press it against her clit. I use her wetness to lube the rounded end before thrusting it inside her tight hole, ensuring the protruding part sits snugly against her nub. Once I have it buried as far as it will go, I release my hold, forcing her legs to close tightly and then flip her over, until her asscheeks are meeting my hungry eyes. I force my eyes away from her creamy flesh and glance at her face, adjusting her so that she can still breathe, and her hair isn’t blocking her view. I climb up on the bed, the light catching the glint of metal on my Jacob’s ladder as I straddle the back of her legs, adding weight down on top of her, as the vibrator forces her body to endure the pleasure, and the torture, all at once.
My eyes catch sight of the abandoned blade, and a smirk lifts the corners of my mouth. I wrap my fingers around the handle, that is covered in her scent, and trail the blade down one asscheek and then the other, leaving behind the presence of shallow cuts, and beads of crimson in my wake. Her blood is stunning, as it runs in tiny rivulets down the round globes of her cheeks, and paints a macabre abstract painting along her skin, only to meet her light sheets. “Soon, my sweet, I will carve my name into your flesh as a reminder to you, and anyone who dares look at you, exactly who you belong to. You want that, don’t you, my naughty girl? You want to belong to me.” The lack of an answer frustrates me; I want to hear her voice pleading with me. I want to hear the timber of terror in her screams.
I drop the blade at her side, as my hand raises the mask just enough that my mouth is uncovered as my hands grip her asscheeks, pulling them apart, and I hawk up some spit and let it fall into her crack. I do it again, observing as it slides over her puckered hole, and pools where her pussy meets the dildo. I slip my cock between her asscheeks and clench them firmly together, so they encase my hard dick in their heat. I start thrusting, dragging my throbbing cock back and forth, through the tight channel I’ve made of her globes, and begin a punishing rhythm, all while digging my fingers into her ass, and the fresh cuts I made, to leave my fingerprints behind on her flesh. “One day soon, I’ll fuck this tight ass, my sweet, and bury my cock deep inside of you.”
My breathing picks up with my momentum, pants and growls leaving my lips, as the shitty mattress bounces with our combined movement, and the sensation of the vibrator adds another element to how good she feels. I feel my balls tightening and electricity rising up my spine with a zing. I push my upper body against her back, crushing her into the mattress and breathing down her neck. Her mouth is open as if she’s just dying to scream, but nothing but silence greets me. Pity, I bet she sounds lovely when she does.
I watch as all the emotions and sensations overload her system; her eyes widen as her body convulses, and her eyelids flutter, those gorgeous, thick lashes shutting away the windows to her soul. The one I crave to own just as much as I do her body. With a subtle wheeze, her eyes roll back completely, and finally, she succumbs to all the overwhelming emotions. Her body goes deathly still, but I know she can still hear me and see me. It’s a gift she’s giving me, allowing me to watch as her body betrays her. As my fingers, cock, and mouth wrench pleasure after pleasure from her without her permission.
Her large brown eyes reopen, and are filled with a mixture of fear and desire; her nose flares, and I feel her body tighten again as she once again orgasms, this time due to the toy deep inside of her. With a grunt and a final thrust, I explode, ropes of cum painting her lower back, and my stomach, and pressing the hot, sticky mixture into both of our skins. “Fuck, I can’t wait to do that inside of you, pretty girl,” I rasp into the side of her face, my tongue licking a line from her neck to her ear, before I bite down on her lobe.
I pull back, not bothering to clean any of the mess off of me, before I tuck myself away inside my pants. My eyes survey my work of her lower back, and a grin breaks across my lips. She looks beautiful, lying there used, filthy with my cum, and her blood, and sated. I push my mask back over my chin, and bend down on the side of the bed, until we are once again face to face. “I know what you’re thinking, sweet temptation . You believe the minute this wears off that you’ll go to the cops and report me, but here’s the thing, pretty girl, you won’t. We both know that you enjoyed that. That it’s what you want, deep inside in the secret places you hide from the rest of the world, because you fear others will judge you, if they only knew how depraved you are.”
I allow my fingers to slide through the silky strands of her hair. “I will never judge you for any of those needs, my sweet. You belong to me now, and I protect what is mine . You can’t escape me, Chrissy, and if you try, I will murder your friend Daisy, and anyone else you care about, including that fucking beast, Toothless.“ I lean forward, pressing my masked forehead against hers, our eyes close together, until I can clearly see all of the amber flecks reflected back at me. “I will never let you go, and you won’t want me to, soon enough. I am what your heart desires, the monster you call out to, and beg to come and save you. I am as much a part of you as you are of me.”
I stand up and pull the comforter back over her mostly undressed body, leaving the vibrator still deep inside of her. I wonder how many more times she’ll cum before it finally runs out of juice. With a final stroke to her hair, I turn and leave the same way I came in. The beast’s ears twitch as I walk by, and for a moment, I consider just slicing its belly wide open and allowing it to bleed all over the floor, so I don’t have to deal with him stopping me from getting to Chrissy again. In a moment of clarity, I realize that it would cause her pain and distress. She loves and treats the massive lump of drool like one is supposed to a child. Can I do that to her, and would she forgive me?
The unusual thought has me stilling at the back door, I’ve never cared about anyone’s feelings before, not even my brother’s, and he’s the only person I allow close to me. What the fuck is happening to me? Am I genuinely losing my mind over this girl? Maybe I should have just killed her tonight; no good can come from feeling any emotions for her.
I let myself out of the house, ensuring to relock the door, and make my way silently under the quickly disappearing darkness of night, that is ready to welcome the morning light, to my car, all the while pondering this new change in me. One thing is for sure, I don’t fucking like it.