Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
He was hard, his cock long and thick, veiny and threatening. Although I’d had it in my mouth just minutes before, I hadn’t really looked at the details of it.
I whimpered, and his dick jerked. It was as if my panic and fear turned him on even more. My eyes felt strained, and I wondered if I looked as terrified as I felt.
“Look at you,” he hummed and tipped his head to the side, his mask making him seem even more menacing.
He reached down to grab the thick length of his massive cock. He stroked himself lazily, pushing pre-cum out the tip every time he brought his palm upward, that clear fluid dropping onto the floor. It was a sticky, obscene show of his arousal.
“You’re so scared right now, but I bet you’ve never felt so turned on in your life.”
He was looking between my thighs, and I snapped them closed, too ashamed that he was right.
He grabbed my knees and jerked them open, forcing my pussy to be on display. My muscles ached from the sudden movement, from the way his fingers dug into my skin.
“You keep these fucking legs open for me so I can stare at your cunt. I want to watch you get wetter. I want you to marinate in the shame you feel from being so turned on by me.” He let go but tsked when they closed of their own accord.
“Don’t fucking be a bad girl. I’ll slap your pussy so hard there won’t be any pleasure with it this time.” He took a step forward until the edge of the bed stopped him from advancing. “Going to fuck you so hard. Going to force my way in you, and you’re going to like it like the dirty, little whore you are.”
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan.
He reached out and slapped my pussy, not as hard as he threatened since I made the conscious effort to keep my legs open. The sloppy, wet sound that echoed throughout the room had my face heating.
I tipped my head back, my skull cracking against the headboard.
He didn’t let up as he kept slapping my pussy, harder and faster each time. This felt like a punishment, but I couldn’t find my voice to tell him to stop. I couldn’t even tell myself I didn’t like this.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even see as tears streamed down my cheeks blurring my vision. It was as if I was thrust into an alternate reality, one that had everything I’d ever known crossing lines.
It all felt so wrong, but nothing had ever felt as right.
I didn’t realize he was done until I heard his heavy panting. I made a soft noise, a little cry. A mewl. Of shameful disappointment.
I turned my head and tried to wipe as many of my tears away with my shoulder as I could. I had to see him. I wanted to know what he looked like after this incident.
After several moments of me blinking, trying to focus, I finally made him out clearly. He looked feral, his shoulders the size of boulders rising and falling as he breathed heavier than I’d seen since he broke in.
His cock was hard, this lead pipe standing straight out from his body, pre-cum dripping down to the mattress in a lewd and obscene display. My cunt felt sore. Painful, as I shifted on the bed. And that sick part of me wanted nothing more in that moment that to have his mouth back on me, soothing my pussy the way only a hot, wet tongue can.
And his focus was right on it, as if he fucking loved my discomfort and knew what I was thinking.
He does.
I didn’t dare try to close my legs again for fear he’d spank me between the thighs all over again, this time even harder. But truthfully, I couldn’t close them. I was too sore. Too sensitive. My pussy felt swollen and hot.
But that same twisted part of me wanted this maniac to see how red he made me… how wet I was.
I wanted to tell him how much it hurt. I wanted to tell him he hurt me.
Maybe he saw that truth in my eyes or the way I parted my lips because his thick cock jerked again, and he hummed deep within his throat.
He placed one knee on the bed, then the other. His dick bobbed from the motion, and another droplet of pre-cum spilled out this time landing on my foot as he moved closer.
My heart started racing. Not from pleasure. Not from anticipation.
From fear.
The gleam in his eyes, the way he watched me, was as if he were stalking his prey. It cemented the fact that he was a tangible, actual threat.
In an instant, he had the knife in hand again, and I stilled, completely froze, and held my breath. When he brought it closer to me, I shook my head, but what was I saying no to? My pussy kept dripping from my dark desire, from the intense pleasure and adrenaline rush I was getting from this experience.