Chapter 7
KAIDEN
I fist my cock—hard—the burning water raining down over me from my showerhead as I bend my head forward.
I want to hurt her.
I want to wrap my hand so tight around her throat that she gasps for air, squeezing hard enough that she claws at me for release, arches her back so viciously as she tries to get away from me that her tits stand at full attention in the air.
I want to listen to her whine pathetically as death creeps into her veins, black spots taking over her vision as she loses more and more air.
Just as she’s about to pass out, I’ll let go, giving her the gift of oxygen. She’ll swallow down air so greedily that I’ll be able to see the molars in the back of her mouth.
I grip my fist tight, giving myself an ounce of pain with my pleasure as I drag my hand up and down my shaft slowly.
I imagine it’s her, her little hand with perfectly manicured nails, sliding over my velvety flesh while she breathes heavily with the pleasure of getting me off.
I imagine it’s her mouth, wet and hot, suctioned tight against my dick because she’s desperate for it, like she can’t get enough of me.
Like she wants to swallow me whole, consume my cock in its entirety because she’s starved for it.
My hand speeds up when I think of her eyes—deep chocolate brown and so fucking innocent, so perfectly done up with makeup, her lashes fanning across her cheeks like little spider webs.
My balls tighten when I imagine her composed exterior all messed up.
Black trailing down her cheeks as her eyes cry hot, fat tears from pleasure and pain, lipstick smeared across her mouth from my hand smothering her screams.
I throw my head back, a groan vibrating through me that feels all-consuming.
Her skin, sparkling with sweat, saliva, and tears, marred with welts and bruises from my hands, from my belt, from my teeth.
She’ll tremble as she watches me, so needy that she’ll whine and beg for her release while I keep her right at the edge of her orgasm, not letting her fall over the crest of it until I’m fucking ready.
My climax rips through me as I imagine her begging, her voice dragging along her dry throat like a knife. Her moans and pleas for me, for my cock, for my pleasure and her own. Ropes of cum shoot from my dick onto the wall, her name falling from my lips with each pulse.
“Sage, Sage, Sage.”