Chapter 3 #2
The perfect blend of pain, pleasure, and fear turns me on beyond measure.
My head tilts back as they collide in euphoria.
A scream escapes me as he removes his hand from my mouth to be heard.
“Yes… Scream for me. Let me hear all that depravity,” he growls as he continues to finger fuck me.
Forcing me to accept the pain that comes with the oversensitivity.
I try to jerk away, my toes slipping on the concrete floor.
“Nuh uh.” He grabs my waist, holding me still as he continues his assault.
My voice cracks as I whimper and whine. “You will take what I fucking give you and say thank you, Master.” His teeth clamp down on the base of my neck, breaking skin, and I yell once again.
The pain combines with the overstimulation, colliding against each other to force me into another tailspinning orgasm, my vision darkens, and my core clamps down with vicious intent.
My body struggles to stay standing with the overwhelmingness of it.
It feels so fucking good, my toes curl, and I never want it to end.
My reasoning for hating this slips through my fingers.
“Yessss.” My voice cracks and breaks as my eyes close.
“Fuck,” He grunts, gathering all my cum in his palm before smearing it on my chest and mixing it with the blood that’s already there.
“Before this night is done, you will be covered in both of us. I will paint you with my blood and cum. And you will wear it with fucking pride.” His fingers pinch roughly at my cheeks as he grips my jaw, forcing my face to meet his invisible one.
The faint lightbulb behind him in the basement causes a pearlescentness to his invisibility that, when the light hits just right, gives me a rough outline of his face.
I’m panting, my body caught between exhaustion and desire.
I want more. No, I need more. The greedy part of myself that I’ve constantly denied will not be abandoned again.
My hips jerk forward, implying my need before I can speak the words.
He laughs again. “So eager. You like the feel of me inside you?” His fingers will leave bruises on my face, but I find I couldn’t care less.
The feelings he’s provoking from my body are more than anyone else ever has.
“Let me see your face…please…Master,” I beg, needing to see his face as I come for him.
His hand suddenly leaves, and I can feel him backing away, and for the first time since I’ve woken up, true fear flips my stomach upside down.
He can’t leave now. I need more. Before I can cry out that he stay.
His body flickers like a dying candle before his form becomes corporeal.
Holy fuck…he’s…he’s gorgeous. Not even remotely what I would picture of a serial killer, but then again, I guess Bundy was attractive too.
He stands there with a wicked smirk on his face, letting me take him in.
His strong jaw, full lips, and deep-set brown eyes, covered by thick, dark brows.
There are dark circles under his eyes that match his dark hair as it hangs over his forehead, and I wonder if he ever slept when he was alive, because there is no doubt in my mind now that he is a spirit, a dark energy that eats away at anything good.
His arms and neck are coated in tattoos, all the way down to his long, thick fingers that were just deep inside me.
As he sees me looking, he smirks and brings those same fingers to his lips, tasting me.
His eyes close briefly as he tastes my cum and blood mixture.
His lips are painted red, where it smudges against his chin and cheeks like it tastes so good, he was careless.
I’m enraptured. Trapped like a mouse in a cage, unable to escape the magnetism of his dark presence.
It draws me in until all I want is to feel more of it.
Is this how the other women felt? A hint of anger and jealousy hits me at the thought.
His eyes eat me up as if reading every microexpression on my face. Something tells me he can.
“Are you jealous, little reporter?” he takes a step toward me, his all-black shirt stretching around his large biceps and wide shoulders.
I say nothing, unable to form words. I just want more.
He must see the desire in my eyes. “You want more? You want my cock?” He grabs his crotch, the thick erection forming a print halfway down his thigh.
Oh fuck. I nod rapidly. Knowing that he will stretch me beyond my limits.
“Hmmm. Such a filthy little slut. So hungry for my dick.” He spits it, like an insult.
“Tell me what you want, Esmer,” he growls in my face, fear once again surging forth as he draws a blade out from behind his back.
Twirling it in his hand like he’s comfortable enough with it that he isn’t worried about hurting himself.
“I want you to fuck me. I want it to hurt so fucking good.” I moan, using my arms to hold my weight as I swing my legs out and wrap them around his waist, barely missing the knife.
I press my cunt flush to his aching erection, which feels like steel against me.
I grind my hips, seeking relief. No longer giving a single fuck about anything else.
He laughs at my desperation before pressing the knife to my throat, the pressure hard enough to draw blood and spiking my adrenaline.
I mewl, and even I hear how pathetic I sound, the desperation reaching an all-time high as he gives me everything I’ve always longed for but could never accept.
“What do you say, Esmer?” He purrs, dragging the blade gently across my throat and down to meet the other gash down my chest, connecting the two.
“M-master.” I whimper.
“Hmmm…Good girl.” He brings the knife to his lips, licking off the fresh blood there before he leans forward, his lips crashing into mine in a frenzy that matches my own.
Our teeth clack as we greedily meet each other, my hips still grinding on him, my pulse thrumming so hard I can feel it vibrate under my skin.
His fingers dig into my hips, his nails cutting into my flesh as he meets me thrust for thrust. And I know that once his cock is inside me, I will never be the same again.
Nothing will ever feel complete without him.
“In-i-nside me. NOW!” I scream as I come again.
Soaking the front of his pants as I fight for air between our lashing tongues and biting teeth.
My lips are bloody, but so are his as I give as good as I get.
He pulls away just long enough to drop to his knees before me, grabbing the back of my thighs to force them over his shoulders before burying his face between my legs.
I howl out as the pleasure of his tongue builds me up again.
He slurps messily as he enjoys himself. His tongue licking every fucking inch of me before sucking my clit into his mouth, biting down with his teeth and sending me crashing over the edge as pain and pleasure play together in my body.
My legs shake, and I’m so weak I can no longer hold myself up.
His tongue trails all the way back, sucking my cum from my body.
Grabbing my legs where my thighs meet my ass, he jams my legs up, folding me in half so he can trail his tongue further back, flicking and lashing as he rubs it along my asshole.
Fucking it in and out of my tight hole, spit and cum dripping from me as he works me over and over again. It feels so dirty but so fucking good.
Undoing the chains, he throws me over his shoulder before slamming me down on a futon that must have been left down here from the previous owners.
It smells like mold, but I couldn’t give a single fuck.
I just need him inside me, now. I’m flat on my back as he yanks his shirt over his head, revealing a toned chest and a delicious six-pack, a trail of hair leading to no doubt the most amazing cock I will ever see.
His Adonis belt makes me want to slide my tongue along every inch of his chiseled skin.
I’m fucking desperate. His pants come off, and I barely have a second to take in his thick cock before he’s swinging me around and forcing my neck just over the edge of the couch.
He jams his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to open wide before following it roughly with his cock.
The cuts on my lips rip more as they paint his length in blood and help glide him further down my throat.
He presses his hand against the front of my throat, feeling himself as he buries deeper.
He applies pressure, forcing me to swallow around him.
I gag, and the need to cough is overwhelming, but I won't. I don’t dare stop.
He fucks my throat roughly, taking his pleasure from me.
My eyes water as tears drip down my forehead and into my hair.
His hands tangle in my hair as he groans, a raw and brutal sound as he buries himself to the hilt, drool drips into my nose and down my cheeks, and I struggle to breathe.
My hips keep thrusting on nothing, my pussy pulses, clenching on nothing as lust overpowers me, I swear I could come just from this.
“That’s right. You filthy little freak. You like choking on your Master.
Only I can feed this desperate little cunt.
” He slaps my pussy hard enough to sting.
I’m so fucking wet I can feel it splash as his hand connects.
“So fucking wet for me.” He moans, licking my wetness from his fingers before plunging them inside me again.
Hooking his fingers inside me, as he jerks his whole arm back and forth, lifting me like a bowling ball.
The sensation of it all is too much; I come again.
My body clenches so tight, I lock up as I squirt, spraying my cum all over the futon, coating it in a thick spray.
“Fucking perfect.”