Chapter 15 #4
Without wasting a second, I wrap my belt around her face, tightening it enough that it shoves her panties deeper into her mouth and settles perfectly between her teeth. I have to make do with what I have.
She looks angry. So much rage in her eyes, squashed by the drugs in her lithe body. Her pretty, straight, white teeth bared to me. The only shame is I can’t spit in her mouth with her bound like this.
I tap her cheek mockingly, twice, tutting at her as though to blame her for what she makes me do.
But I’ve never been a man to give away control; she doesn’t make me do anything.
“You look absolutely gorgeous like this,” I tell her softly, meaning it.
Her beauty and her fight have truly destroyed me. Somehow, with her lips split from my belt, she looks at me lazily with a happy smile.
I lean down and bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth from between my teeth, and her arms fly up to hit me again. Smacking me gently on the chest.
“I’ve already taken your voice, darling. You want me to take more?” I chide, watching her face flush deep red, a slick trail of drool slipping down her cheek. Fuck, she’s perfect like this.
“Up,” I instruct, lifting her and flipping her around, making it obvious I want her on her hands and knees.
She looks at me over her shoulder, her brows furrowed in anger, shaking her head no.
She doesn’t think she can hold herself up.
And that’s my goal. I want her to be consumed with the struggle of trying.
“Hands and knees. I won’t repeat it,” I growl, the last thread of patience snapping in my chest.
She moves fast, as fast as she can, given how high she is, as if being good now will save her. It won’t. That window slammed shut a long time ago, when she took the last bit of control left in me and ran with it. She sways a bit, gathering herself.
I fist her hair, slow and deliberate, winding it tight around my hand. It’s impossibly soft, like silk caught in my grip, but I don’t let myself get lost in it. Not now.
I drag the thin nightgown up, then decide just to tear it down the middle, fabric splitting with a satisfying rip. Her body shivers in the air.
Bringing my hand down, I slap her hard, across her ass. The sound echoes in sync with her gasps.
She screams around the belt, but I don’t stop. My palm comes down again. And again. And again, until I reach ten.
I’m panting, not from the effort, but from restraint. Every muscle in me screams to let go, to use everything I’ve got, but I hold back. Barely, for her sake.
She’ll be crying for a day, maybe longer. Her ass will be too raw for anything but lying on her stomach, stewing in pain, and in all the reasons she thinks she hates me.
Good. As long as she’s thinking of me, I’ve already won.
I suck in a breath, trying to calm myself. I don’t like getting out of control, and she doesn’t realize how dangerous it is for me to be out of it.
Martine Lilian Herron
I choke back a sob as tears fall from my eyes, terrified I’ll choke to death on my own panties. There’s drool dripping from my chin onto the bed between my hands, and I feel snot starting to drip as well from how hard I’m crying.
I feel nauseous and my arms shake from how much effort it is to hold myself up. The drugs are hitting my body hard, but what they aren’t numbing is the feelings that want to rip themselves outside of my body.
Everything I feel for him is too much. With every crack of his palm against my behind, I pray and pray I never have to know what life is without his pain.
He’s entirely lost his mind, spanking me so roughly.
And I’ve entirely lost my mind at how unabashedly wet it’s made me.
He palms my behind, making me cry out again at the pain of the pressure atop my hot and ruined skin. I try to plead with my eyes for him to stop, but I can see he’s too far gone.
“Don’t look at me like that now, darling, I’m only giving you what you asked for”, he says darkly, sending a shiver of fear and anticipation up my spine.
He rubs his palms over my behind and then spreads my cheeks to look down at my sensitive pussy.
“You’ll behave, or I’ll spank you here too”, he threatens, making my pussy clench.
I want to bury my face in the bed in shame, as his words make a hot rush of wetness drip out of me. Maybe I’m taking more than I can handle, the pill dulling my senses, but I know I’ll be paying for this pleasure in the morning.
I can feel a train of my arousal drip down my inner thigh. I’m depraved—a wet, needy mess for him.
Looking back at him over my shoulder, he stares at me for a moment too long.
“You look so beautiful, Martine.”
I furrow my brows, knowing the drool dripping from my chin has me looking the farthest thing from beautiful, but I’m distracted by the sight of him letting out a large glob of spit fall from his lips. I watch in shame as he spits on my puckered pink hole.
My head keeps lulling from the drugs, and I watch his dark scowl distort slightly.
Did he just spit there?
I try to crawl forward, but I don’t have the strength, and he clicks his teeth at me in a warning.
I whimper.
I can barely hold myself up as he slowly rubs the rim of my back hole with his thumb, and he takes his other hand and shoves two fingers between my drenched pussy lips. I scream out at the assault, my voice muffled around the belt between my teeth.
“Agggggmmmmfffffff,” is the ungodly noise that leaves me on a moan, and I push myself back on his fingers that have now sped up. His fingers are pounding in and out of me quickly. Too quick. They’re hitting this place inside of me that creates a feeling too complex for me to understand.
I try to scramble forward, as scared as I am, but I’m more overwhelmed by the feeling building inside me.
It feels like pressure and pain in my abdomen that needs release.
He continues to finger fuck me over and over, so hard that I don’t realize the tip of his thumb has bridged through the ring of muscled nerves in my ass, just like he did last night.
My pussy clamps down on his fingers. I think I’m going to cum. No, I know I’m going to cum. My tears have dried on my face, and all that’s left is the disgusting trail of drool falling from my lips onto the bed.
He pushes on and on, over and over, so sweet and so good my legs begin to shake. I’m a moaning mess, and I can hardly breathe.
My arms can barely hold me up, and my eyelids are growing so heavy from the force of the orgasm that’s growing. From the pill. From everything.
I feel myself coming undone, but with an inexplicable pressure that terrifies me. My legs and arms shake, and I scream out as best I can around the makeshift gag, terrified from the building pressure in my abdomen his finger fucking is causing.
“Cum on my fingers, darling,” he demands, sounding like he’s panting. It’s so attractive, I get chills.
I try to scramble forward, but he doesn’t let me move, continuing to work those fingers inside of me, and the third is slipping farther and farther into my ass.
“Gggmmmmffffffffff,” I yell out, feeling an exploding sensation come over me, desperate for the feeling of relieving myself, but with cum.
My legs give out as I fall forward and release a torrent of wet, hot cum between my legs in a stream.
Hayden laughs. He fucking laughs with that gravely voice of his and hikes me back up to my hands and knees.
I’m dazed. I’m confused. I’m covered in cum and piss, and I have no idea what’s going on. And worse, I feel fucking fantastic. I’m moaning and rocking and riding the waves of the feeling, wanting to thrust myself back onto his fingers, but instead, his cock is now nudging at my entrance.
“Did my dirty little whore just cover herself in cum?” He grunts out as he slowly, and with what must be painful restraint, thrusts inside of me, making me moan embarrassingly loud as he fills me to the hilt.
“Squirting for me with just my fingers? What a good girl”, he praises me, and I can’t help but be confused.
Does he mean I squirted my cum out? He can’t possibly be pleased I’ve relieved myself all over him? I'm kneeling in the mess I've created on the bed. It’s covered my calves and is puddled behind my knees.
I whimper. At this moment, it's all I can do.
I don’t have time to continue to reflect, because he begins fucking me with such force, I think my teeth would chatter if there weren’t a belt between them.
On and on, he fucks. Over and over, until I’ve come twice more on his thick shaft. Just when I think he’s spent, he shoves me onto my back and hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, entering me again with a punishing thrust.
“Let me taste you”, he barely grunts out, as if I have any control over it at all, as he continues fucking into me with such hatred I can’t comprehend him wanting anything else from me at all.
My thighs quake again, and I cry out, scared to come once more. I’m a drooling, crying mess from the pleasure. His fingers come up to the belt and removes it from my face, and I spit the panties out.
Without letting a second pass- his lips crash down on mine as he reaches up with both hands and wraps them around my throat. Nailing me into the bed with such force that our teeth gnash against each other.
I moan into his mouth, and Hayden uses it as an opportunity to shove his tongue between my lips. Tasting him has my pussy quivering around him again, and with one minute of his tongue fucking me, I’m clamping down around him and coming again.
Just as I think he’ll let up, he comes with a roar, as both his hands continue to tighten around my throat.
“That’s it, darling,” he moans, fucking his dick into me as he comes, continuing deep and frequent thrusts to shove his cum deeper and deeper inside of me. “Take all of my cum like my good little whore.”
I want to tell him I’m not his whore, but the room is fading. Spots are dancing in my vision, and the darkness I was fighting is grabbing hold of me quicker than I can hold out.
As he continues to fuck his cum into me, I feel some of it trickle down my legs and mix with my own.