Juliet thrashes when she realizes my intention. Her body bowing up and trying to buck me off as I grip the back of her head to hold her still. Her legs kick and she jerks against me violently.
“Lex!” My name on her lips is like knives to my head and heart. Gritting my teeth, I continue my ministrations. “Lex, listen to me!” Desperation enters her tone, but I ignore it. I fit the loop over her head and settle it around her neck, pulling the belt to fit snug against her skin.
I gave her everything. I bowed before her. I was her willing dog. I let her collar me. I let her take control. She didn’t deserve that gift. She never did.
Bending low, I put my lips right next to her ear—the same ear that I bit earlier. Dried blood now crusts over the lobe. “Scream,” I order her. “Scream and tell them to come save you. I’ll stop if you do it. I won’t ever touch you again—all you have to do is scream.”
I wait. I give it several seconds. A minute. Two.
Finally, she shakes her head. “No, Lex,no.”
I close my eyes. “Either you scream and you have me dragged out of here—or I’m going to fuck you,” I warn her. One more chance.
Tell me to stop,I silently beg.Don’t make me do this.
Her breathing is ragged and loud, echoing in my ears to the same rapid beat of my pulse. She sags into the mattress. “If this is what it takes to get you to listen to me,” she finally says. “Then do it.”
My rib cage cracks open. Blood pours out of the cavity. It’s amazing how I can keep standing. How there’s no red in my vision, but I feel dead.
I tighten the strap around her neck. “Fine.” My chestaches. “You’ve made your choice.”
Juliet chokes as the belt cuts into her throat—airflow and blood flow. If she dies… then this will all be over and I’m not ready yet. I’m not even sure if I can kill her, no matter how much looking at her is like walking through the pits of hell. She’s not the only one being punished here. I loosen my grip just the slightest bit. She coughs. I adjust her hair, yanking it out so there’s nothing between the fake leather and her skin.
My cock presses between her red ass cheeks, swollen, heavy, ready for its turn. I circle my knuckles with the slack on the belt and pull taut until she’s nearly bent backwards in half just so that she can breathe.
“I want you to remember this, baby,” I say to her. “If you survive me tonight and I leave you breathing when I’m done, I want you to remember this moment and know—I would have given you everything.” Ididgive her everything and because of her, I have nothing left.
“Lex…” She tries to speak again, but I already gave her a chance to stop this, to call off my revenge. She chose not to. Her tone is pleading and she tries to crane her head back again, to meet my gaze. I can’t look into her eyes, though, not when I’m about to wreck her. I’m still not sure, either, if I can leave her heart beating after I’m done. Not when my heart died the moment she walked away.
I’m so angry. I’m filled with nothing but animosity and pain. All of the years of yearning. The decade and more of hope and love and worship. It’s hard to turn it off. My own eyes burn as I strengthen my grip and anything else she might say is cut off.She chokes again, struggling in vain against the bindings and my hard body pressed on top of hers.
I reach between her legs and sure enough, her pussy is as silky and wet as it was before. Despite her protests, we are compatible in this. She’s dripping with her arousal. I’d thought that when my belt made its way around her throat and her airway was cut off, that she might stop responding, but no. Her heady scent fills my nostrils as her cunt soaks my fingers more than ever before. A groan rumbles up from my chest, morphing into a dry chuckle at the end.
“You like it even like this, huh?” I withdraw my fingers and look at the liquid coating my digits. “A whore and a pain slut.”
She shakes her head. Bucks backwards, a low growl coming up through her chest and tapering out due to the actual chokehold I have on her. Were she free, I have no doubt she’d have me by the balls. She’s a fighter, my Juliet.
No, not mine,I remind myself.Not anymore.
My insides churn as agony slices me deep. If this is all I’m good for to her—not good enough to keep, to love, to stay, but good enough to fuck—then this is what I’ll give her. She slumps over onto the mattress, breath ragged and tension in every line of her smooth, naked spine.
“Fine.” I flick the juices onto her naked back and grip her hip as I line up behind her. Taking my cock in hand, I slick it through her folds, finding her entrance—swollen and needy. “I’ll make it hurt, then, baby. I’ll make it hurt so fucking good.”
I slam into her. Straight to the root of my cock, and she gasps, rearing. Her chest comes off the bed and I grip the belt in my fist to strangle her voice. Her tits heave and her insides clamp down on my shaft, squeezing as if she means to break me in this way too. I’m already broken.
With a building snarl, I withdraw from her cunt and thrust back in. Not a sound escapes her lips as her body trembles at theimpact. She’s just a vessel for my use. A doll for me to fuck and discard. Nothing more. Not the girl I loved as a child. Not the woman I worshiped as a man.
I fuck into her, shoving my cock in until the tip slams against something inside of her and her inner walls contract painfully. Her lips are parted, mouth open—red flushing her skin.
Reaching around, I pinch a nipple—twisting it sharply and feeling her responding jerk. Not passed out yet. Good. I want her to stay on the precipice of unconsciousness—aware and unable to stop me as I fuck her towards the edge of death.
Juliet’s skin is warm to the touch. Her ass clapping back against my thighs as I drive into her hard. The wet, slick sounds echo up to my ears. No moans escape her. No noises of pleasure—just cold fucking.
Disgust warps my mind. This isn’t how I wanted her. She was supposed to be more, to be better. My next thrust is more punishing—I don’t care about bruising my own cock—I’ll do whatever it takes to make her hurt the way I do.
Finally, something breaks free from her throat—ravaged and barely there, she gags and chokes. Whatever she says, it’s a rasp too low for even me to hear. I pound into her pussy, tightening my hold on the belt until the fake leather bites into her skin.
My fingers dig into her hip. Soaked, inner cunt walls wrap around my shaft, contracting along its length. Cum bubbles up from my balls, threatening to release too soon, but it’s not enough. She hasn’t felt it hard enough.
