“With…not with a needle, right?”
Snorting, I roll my eyes and take my phone back to type,
What, fearless sunshine is afraid of a tiny needle prick?
She crosses her thin arms under her breasts and makes apfftnoise. “I’m far from fearless. You and I both know that.”
My fingers are quick to grip her chin, sternly forcing her eyes to mine. If I could choose one thing I hate about Summer, it’s how she constantly puts herself down, how she compares every minute detail of her body and soul to people she’ll never evenmeet. She withers beneath my dominant hold, and I quirk my brow at her before letting go to type.
You were fearless enough when you were taking my cock in your pretty pussy.
Smirking, I turn the phone to her patiently waiting gaze. Her cheeks flame as her eyes flit across the text, and the onslaught of blood rushing to her head makes the wound pulse and leak, reminding both of us of the sobering task at hand. Flirting with the girl I kidnapped has to wait. She swallows and timidly whispers. “Please…no needles. Can’t you just…knock me out? Use that rag and poison like you did when you kidnapped me, asshole?”
I can, but I’m not sure if that’s the best idea, considering her back-to-back climaxes already made her black out due to her injuries. Boosted my ego all the same.
Those scared eyes swim with pleading tears, though, and I have no choice but to give in; she’s been through enough these past two days. It’ll be less distracting if she’s zonked out, anyways.
I just hope her body can withstand what my dark desires will force me to do when she’s asleep and vulnerable.
The tipsof my fingers ache as I push the needle through Summer’s many layers of skin for the final time, the medical thread tugging the split flaps of flesh tight. A small, satisfied smile lifts my lips, and my heart clenches; I’ve done somethinggood. I may be at the root of all the evil, depraved things Summer has been forced to endure, but for some reason I can only focus on the fact that I have the necessary knowledge to make her better.
AndI did it without shaving a patch of hair from her skull. I’d tried, and she’d attempted to slap me twice before punching me in the jaw when I turned to grab the scissors and razor. Now, she lies passed out on my bed, completely naked and caked in flaking bits of blood, pale skin grimy with dust and dirt.
The scent of Clyde still lingers on her, and the happiness welling in my chest flees at the ominous presence of my anger. The rare smile slips from my face and falls to the floor, scuttling away to hide in the shadows beneath my bed.
Shards of waning silver moonlight caress her skin, her breathing steady and even as she lies prone, her cheek on my pillow. I’ve envisioned this countless times, used to jack off while watching her sleep the days leading up to me kidnapping her.
It was cute, how she’d pop a bowl of popcorn, dump an entire tub of salt on it, then don some creepy flaccid face mask and watch true crime shows with rapt attention. Thinking of her in the past before all this mess happened helps to stem some of my fury, and so I focus harder on her as I stand creepily beside the bed.
I gave her a tranquilizer, so I know she won’t wake and start yelling at me, but I still feel a little awkward. Different, now that I know what it feels like to have my cock wrapped in her wet, tight cunt. I never expected to lose my virginity in this way, but…I can’t complain, either.
I am a dark, twisted, fucked up person.
And I’m starting to see just how well Summer’s version of that darkness compliments mine.
Eyes tracing the swell of her ass cheeks, I move forward without a thought in my head other than to lay claim to mywoman again, and again, andagain. As though forcing her to take my cock every moment of every day will ward off the world and the phantoms of my past, the way I feel toward her is a protective amulet she can wear for eternity.
Her skin is smooth and cool beneath my palm, and I watch in fascination as my fingers curl inward and grip her bruised cheek. Whimpering softly in her sleep, my eyes flit to the side of her face that I can see, and my hand relents slightly. She makes no other noises. In the silence, my cock throbs and my heartbeats pound in my ears. I want to fuck her as many times as I’m able while she’s asleep, and when she wakes, I’ll shove my cock in her abused pussy until she cries and begs for me to stop.
And I won’t.
My zipper descends as dawn crests the mountains, and my hand pries apart her ass cheek, giving me the most erotic view of her puckered, forbidden hole, and the slit of her glistening cunt. My cum from earlier still lingers, and I smirk at the blissful sight; she always needs to be filled with me, a constant reminder of who she belongs to.
I can be the cage in which she is free, the wrought iron bars I provide a safety net for her to explore her sickest fantasies while keeping the rest of the world at bay.
Stroking my cock until it’s fully hard, I release it to instead grip her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, her torso flat on the mattress, her toes dangling just above the ground. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I press down and grip my dick, cocking my head to the side to watch in rapture as I slip my purplish tip up and down her slit a few times before slowly easing in.
The second her tight pussy accepts my head, my face tilts to the ceiling and I bite my bottom lip to keep from coming. All the while, Summer breathes softly, deeply, completely unaware that I am wrenching my own pleasure from between her prettythighs. It’s sick, and wrong, but fuck if it doesn’t somehow feel right with her. She is mine, and she finally knows it.
Now she will learn just what that means.
Sinking deeper into her, I’m met with some resistance, her pussy not as wet since she’s out cold, but as I slowly work into her, I’m rewarded with a soft moan and a small gush of fluid, her arousal easing my way. My entire body is alight with rampant fire, and I begin to really fuck her, gripping her hips to keep her close, eating up the way her bruised ass jiggles with every slam of my big cock into her tight little cunt. The veiny shaft glimmers with her slutty juices every time I pull out, and my breathing goes ragged as I thrust into my little abused rag doll.
She whimpers again when my tip presses against the ends of her insides, an annoying wall I want to burst through until we are one. Instead, I settle for pushing myself deep into her and pulling her hips back towards me as hard as I can. Sweat pools between my shoulder blades, and my arms tremble with the force I’m exerting to spear her on my cock.
And then, I don’t move. I relish the soaked warmth enveloping me, nearly come because I can feel her heartbeats pulsing through my cock. She whines a little, but that only makes a sick grin appear on my lips. Releasing one side of her hips, I pull out just enough to see a small portion of my cock, her pussy clinging to the girth as I do so. Pressing the backside of two of my fingers to my shaft, I ease my cock and extra appendages back into her, shuddering at how much tighter she is.
With my other hand, I reach beneath her and find her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in circles as I find a new pace and fuck her with my cock and fingers. The way she tightens on my digits, the insides of her pussy fluttering around me, tells me she’s close. I can’t help it, now; I slam into her so hard it forces the legs of the bed to groan and scrape across the floor. Ourskin slaps and echoes down the empty hall and to the dead man rotting in my basement.
