29. Chapter Twenty-Nine Hellfire’s Kiss
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Hellfire’s Kiss
Tess
As I peeled my leggings off in the middle of the dilapidated ballroom in front of a twisted, vile ghost, the wet patch in my panties proved my depravity to all three of us. How could I be into this, especially with my past? Maybe it was because of my past that this entire scenario had me gasping and frantic, hot with anticipation. But I was also unprepared and grappling.
Reaper pushed me down to my knees. “Get my cock out, monstre pointue.”
I wondered what the name meant, but there wasn’t time to think. I needed a moment to catch up with reality. With what was about to happen inside this haunted house, I expected to die before the night was up. Maybe that was why it was so hot. My one last chance for a sexy romp of my own choosing. Normally, I’d let conscious thought fall away, but I was fighting that inclination. I wanted to savor the moment, and Reaper never looked at me with as much disdain as Ivan had. I knew how to act with Ivan, but Reaper was such a wild card on so many levels.
“No, wait.”
He grabbed me by the hair and wrenched my head back. “I will tell you the rules of this game, you little slut. You’ll get my cock out, and you’ll look excited about it, and if you can manage that, I won’t hold you down and dry fuck your asshole. Got it?”
My stomach dropped, and my head pounded with that reminder of the danger I was in, but I also gushed even wetter for him. He winked and then squeezed harder on my hair. Blood running cold, I stared at him, trying to discern if he was playing the game or unmasking his true intentions. Either way, I was obviously going to do what he demanded, so I didn’t know what the hesitation was about. For just a moment, his face softened, and he gave me the slightest little nod. I tilted my head, just barely, desperately trying to decode him.
“Have you already forgotten your safe word, my pretty whore?”
My safe word. I shook my head. “No…”
He smiled, revealing long canines that weren’t there before. “Good. Then use it or get my fucking cock out.”
I swallowed, though my mouth was dry. That would make a blow job difficult. But I was now pretty sure he was playing the game.
Sixty percent sure.
With tingling fingers, I fumbled with his button and zipper, and glanced up to see a ghost of a smirk on those delicious lips. I wrapped my fingers around his gargoyle of a cock and pulled it out. A bright, tingling spread throughout my clit and entire core, dripping for his exquisite monster to get inside me. I could barely breathe.
“Tell me you want it,” he demanded.
Oh, I wanted it. His voice sent a rush of need through me, and more gushing between my legs. Flushed, I tilted my head back and caught his eye. “I want your cock, Reaper.”
He flinched, I thought, but only for a moment. The evidence was gone before I could question it. “You ready for me to ram this down your throat?” His eyes were bright with determination. If he wasn’t careful, ‘ramming’ that cock anywhere could do some damage. And fuck, why did that make me so needy? Heart pounding, I nodded, biting down on my lip, trying to settle my nerves. I wanted to fight, flee, and flop all at once. “Arms behind your back and take it all.”
A wave of excitement rushed through me as I imagined his cock crashing past my lips. Even if he choked me to death, it was better than getting throttled as I bounced on Ivan’s ugly member, staring into his hate-filled eyes. Reaper played the part well, but his voice held none of the loathing. After years of similar treatment, this was the most consensual sex I’d had. The flutters in my belly kicked up. I was absolutely giddy for him. Holding my hands behind my back so I wouldn’t touch him, I licked the head of his delicious dick, and it jumped. He bucked his hips, making a throaty sound.
Buoyed, I opened my jaw wider and pressed forward, deeper and deeper, until it hit the back of my throat and gagged me. My eyes watered, but my pussy wept even more. She really wanted her battering.
“Yes,” he hissed. “That’s it, fuck doll. Take it deeper.” Still fisting my hair, he pulled sharply and bobbed my head for me, keeping my lips grazing his pubic hair. The head of his cock massaging the back of my throat. His demands filled me with a feral need. I didn’t care that I was breathless by the time he pulled me off. That just made my pussy throb even harder. “That’s a good girl. God damn, that is incredible.”
His praise, that deeply masculine voice and his heady scent wrapped around me like a tornado, stripping me of any self-consciousness. All thought disappeared. I existed only in this one moment, and he was the source of everything. He could have whatever he wanted of me. We were one and the same.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling me off abruptly. My lips made a loud popping sound, and spit dribbled down my chin. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing a deep crimson. “Get up.”
I stood, hands still behind my back, and he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me deep and longingly, which came as a shock. That meant I didn’t notice him pulling one of my knees up to wrap around his waist and then the other. With his tongue still invading my mouth, he impaled me down sharply onto his cock, as if I was merely a fleshlight. I screamed in surprise as the sharp stretch of him filled my drenched, needy hole so tight and deep, I had a flash of panic he might get stuck. But I knew it didn’t work that way.
He was by far the biggest cock to have ever fucked me, and no one had ever had the strength to do it like this. He had total control of my entire body and every faith in it to take all of him. He drove his hips forward as he bounced me over him so hard I let out a sharp squeak with each thrust as he banged against my cervix.
“Mmmm,” he growled. “Your cunt feels so good, squeezing my cock to death like that. You like being my little fuck toy?”
There was no finesse to it. I curled into his shoulder as he pounded me onto him, providing an intense mixture of pain and pleasure throughout my entire body. With my nose in the crook of his neck, I nodded, grunting with each thrust.
“Say it,” he demanded .
“I like it,” I whimpered.
“You like what?”
“I like… fucking you?” I tried. I didn’t know what he wanted to hear, and I could barely think in words. His cock hit spots deep inside my core I’d never felt before, and along with the pain, waves of pleasure coursed through, immersing me into subspace.
With a hard, dull thump against my back, I realized we’d dropped to the floor. He pulled my wrists together above my head in one hand. “You like being used like this, pretty fuck toy?”
I let my head back against the floor and craned my neck, presenting my jugular as if he were a vampire.
The truth was depraved.
I did like it even though I really was only a plaything for men for the past decade. I shouldn’t have liked it, but being used by him was incredible. “I love getting fucked by Reaper’s huge cock. I was fucking made for it.”
He stilled a second, closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. When he opened them, he gave me a dark look. “You’re a very bad girl.”
He had no idea how much training I’d had for this. I smirked, and without warning, a sharp tug on my scalp pulled my head back. He lifted me up off the floor and flipped me onto my hands and knees. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, Tess?”
“We usually get dirty prizes,” I rasped out. I could only guess what he had in store but held my breath in anticipation. Whatever it was, I wanted it. No question. Trembling and frightened, I’d welcome whatever he gave me. Nothing could scare me anymore. Playing this game with him was a heady bliss.
“You get punished,” he growled.
I moaned. “Yes! That’s what I said. Give it to me now! ”
He leaned forward and whispered scathingly in my ear. “At least tell me you remember your safe word, you dirty little cock whore.”
I smirked, emboldened even further by the reminder he was playing by the rules. “Yeah, it’s–”
He gave my hair a sharp tug. My eyes watered, and I cried out. But my clit was panting and joyous. Begging for it.
“I didn’t say to tell me. You only say it if you need to say it. Do you need your safe word right now, slut?”
I grinned, and he tightened his grasp. “Nope.”
“That’s a good girl. Maybe there’s hope for you. I’d love to see you drenched in cum head to toe, but we don’t have time for that tonight. Instead, you’re gonna milk my cock with that tight little pussy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please,” I groaned, dripping and buzzing with excitement. I was well past ready for him.
“Good girl. That’s what we like. A good little slut who knows her place is on my cock, isn’t that right?”
“Guh– Yes!” I shouted.
He chuckled and mumbled, “For fuck’s sake. Calm down, or you’ll get three pumps…” I gasped at his admission, then clamped my jaw shut, holding in the giggle. His hand inched around my waist and skated over my clit, sending sparks of delirium through me. Ivan and his friends never bothered. The best I got was an order to get myself off. Reaper dipped his finger in my slit. I moaned, mostly over the absence of his dick. What was he waiting for?
He jerked my head back again. “What a delicious fucking whore you are. When this is all over, I’m going tie you to my bed. Keep you naked and ready for me whenever I want.”
With his cock poised right up against my cunt, I was so desperate, I’d consent to anything in that moment. So deep in need, I’d agree to be a human sacrifice if he pounded me good and hard first. All he wanted was to rail me, again and again? I saw no problems. “Yes...”
“You like that idea, slut? You want to be my personal little fuck toy, just waiting for me to slide into whenever I want?”
“Fuck yes. Anything you want. Just do it now.”
He smiled and kissed my temple. It was the last thing I expected him to do. Slap my pussy. Shove his fist in it, maybe. Not kiss me gently. The distraction was short-lived, though, because everything happened so fast. “You’re a fucking dream, Tess. I know you want more. And I’m the lucky asshole who’s going to give it to you.”
Dragging his wet finger back to my clit he played me like only a god could. The sounds coming out of me were created for porn videos, and this time they were real. I didn’t have to fake a thing. Then with a sharp thrust, he drove his cock in hard and pumped fast. I screamed in ecstatic gratitude that he’d finally given it back. He held onto my hips with a death grip, plowing into me hard, like I wanted. My core tightened as the pressure built more and more into an excruciating torture I’d never felt before.
Then he let go of my hair and wrapped his hand around my throat. “Ah, that’s right monstre, drain my cock, baby.” He thrust harder and deeper, like he was losing control. “Fuuuuuuck, come on my cock now! Do it now , you hot little… fucking… cum slut...”
His command pierced through my soul, and I exploded right on demand. I screamed through the explosion in an endless moment of bliss.
My mind shattered, my throat burned raw, and I thought I might pass out. I thought death had come for me. Wave after wave of overwhelming rapture held me under as I convulsed for what seemed an eternity.
So much more extreme than any orgasm I’d had up till then .
Kneeling behind me, Reaper stroked my head and pulled me up on his lap against his chest. Trapped in a bubble with no time or place, we lay there, catching our breath. A haze of ecstasy enveloped me for a long moment, where I forgot who or where I was.
But eventually, thoughts returned, the room came back to me, I remembered the spirit that was watching, and my heart picked up in anxiety again.
Reaper languidly reached for our clothes, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped me up with it. He even helped me slip my T-shirt and leggings back on. When I was dressed, he took my face in his hands.
“You are… just exquisite, Tess.”
My mouth twitched, but then I noticed behind him a trunk with a box of matches and a gallon of gasoline on top. Reaper twisted around to see what I was looking at.
“It worked,” I whispered.
“Well, that was my kind of malicious task. We’re open to more deals,” he shouted at the ceiling.
I laughed and swatted him with the back of my hand. He reached for it, but I pulled away, and he dropped it. I pretended not to notice his brief frown. Together, we stood up and retrieved our items, glanced at each other and knew it was time to get the worst part done.
“Time to meet my maker.”
He growled. “It’s time for your abuser to meet his.”
Warmth blossomed in my chest, but I had to remind myself this was still a one-winner game. We couldn’t both leave this place. Even if we killed everyone else, once Ivan was eliminated, Reaper and I would have to face each other.