Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
My clit pops out of his mouth, and his fingers are no longer in my pussy. Instead, a burning sting lands between my spread legs. My hoarse scream is barely audible in the church as his hands are around my neck. His icy eyes are cold. He’s in that space where he’s not the man anymore but the monster.
“When I tell you to pray, you pray. You belong to me, whore, and as my property, you do as I say.”
“Hail Mary, full of grace,” I croak.
He eases off and moves his hand back to my cunt. Three fingers this time. “Good girl. You stop, and I’ll punish you. You want my mercy, not my wrath.”
His mouth is back on my clit, while his other hand holds the knife.
“The Lord is with thee.” My voice is hesitant as he glides the tip of the sharp blade along my nipple.
I stop reciting and receive a slash of the knife along my skin.
“Blessed art thou among women.” I scream as he pushes another finger into my pussy, none too gently. “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”
“Say that line again without his name. Replace it with mine. I’m your god, Mouse. I’m your lord and savior.”
“Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Mikhail.”
He draws a faint, superficial line from my breastbone to the bottom of my navel. “That’s right, Mouse. My womb, my woman. Mine to do with as I want. Mine to fuck, mine to pamper, mine to make bleed.”
My eyes almost rotate to the back of my head at his words and the knowledge that this man could kill me as easily as he could rub my feet in front of the television.
He bites my clit, and the pain shoots to every never ending in my body before he rises and shows me his blood-soaked hands.
“Why did you stop?”
“Oh, I haven’t stopped, slut. I plan on fucking you all the way to hell.” He wipes his blood-stained hand down my torso before shoving them back inside briefly. “You look so beautiful, covered in blood. My cock is so hard for you. It’s fitting to fuck you on an altar like this since you’ve sacrificed yourself to me.”
I close my eyes, lost in the senses he ignites in me.
Wetness lands on my face. Mikhail’s saliva. “Don’t close your eyes, whore.” I groan as he shoves his cock in me. “Keep praying.”
The next line is a declaration of our depravity. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now.”
Mikhail’s fingers are on my clit, rubbing circles, his face strained with desire. He bends his head, taking my nipple into his mouth, and I scream the last line as I come in waves.
“And at the hour of our death!”
Chapter 2
Mikhail
She comes in waves, drenching me. My cock’s still in her. I fuck her even as she begs me to stop.
“Mikhail, it’s too much, it’s too much. I can’t take it.”
My fingers grip her jaw, and my eyes bore into hers. “You’ll take whatever I give you, slut, and you’ll say thank you.
She’s so fucking beautiful. My little mouse. My Bree. I could worship this woman for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough. I could never give her everything she’s given me. My better half, my heart, my soul mate.
Her arms are limp to her sides, her body in such a state that she can’t move. All she can do is lie here at my mercy. I like her this way. She told me about a horror book she read as we fucked months back. The killer had the girl strapped to an altar, cutting her with a knife as he fucked her. She told me it was on Christmas Eve. How the killer wore a Santa hat and fucked her until she went limp. So I made it happen for her. Even churches on Christmas have a price tag.
“You think I should show you mercy, Bree? You think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes,” she pants as another orgasm racks her body, and she squirts all over my cock.
I want to keep pounding her until she can’t walk straight, but if I keep going, I’ll come. I pull out of her and gaze at her naked flesh, adorned with blood and bruises. She looks more ravishing than the Sistine Madonna.
My hands work at the black rope holding her legs apart, untying the knots. She moans as I massage her ankles. “You did well, Mouse.”
“You didn’t come.”
I smile at her observation. “I’m aware.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
I’m not sure why she jumped to that conclusion. Bree does nothing wrong. I hate that she thinks she has. I flip her over and spank her ass. I spank her until her skin is a deep red. This isn't a reward but a punishment.