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 lifted his hand, and even though he wore that mask, I knew he was smiling as he cut his palm, opening his flesh so blood dripped onto the sheets. He closed his hand, creating a fist, smearing it all over his own skin.
And before I knew what he was doing, he shoved it between my thighs, smearing his blood on my pussy, making it even wetter.
The very thought of what he was doing should’ve disgusted me, been abhorrent. But I tingled, as if electricity slammed through me and lit me up from the inside out.
“Look at you now, dirtied up with your pussy juices and my blood. Gonna fuck it into you.” He smeared the combination all over my inner thighs, even on my belly.
He marked me.
But he didn’t do what he threatened. Not yet anyway. Instead, he backed off the bed, reached down, and grabbed something out of the pocket of his jeans on the floor. My heart stopped for a second before restarting as I took in the lollipop he held, the multitude of colors swirling together to make one long, sugar-coated, phallus-shaped sweet.
An image flashed through my mind. The apothecary jars in my kitchen that had several in there. They were for decoration. Nothing more. But even behind the mask, I could picture his smile becoming wide, that shark-like grin growing as he got back up on the bed, came closer, and held that spiraled sucker.
I knew what he was going to do. What he was going to use it for.
He was going to fuck me with it, use that saccharine treat as a dildo to shove deep in my body.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, again not knowing what I was saying no to. Because the idea of him fucking me with it didn’t seem… wrong. It felt right in the worst kind of way.
He didn’t plunge it in right away, just teased the opening of my body with the narrow tip. He focused on the task at hand, the mask angled in a way that made me believe he was watching what he was doing and not my reaction.
And when he started push it in, I closed my eyes and made another desperate sound.
He slapped my tit hard enough it stung, and I cried out, opening my eyes before I realized I’d even done it.
“No closing your eyes. Watch what I do to you.” His voice was low. Dangerous and threatening.
I guess I’d been wrong about him not watching my expressions.
I stared at him for long seconds before looking down the length of my body to see him slowly push the lollipop inside me, the spiral of colors disappearing with each passing second.
And when the whole thing was lodged in my cunt, my eyes widened as all I saw was the wooden stick it was attached to sticking out of my body.
“Mmm, bet you made it sweeter now.” He started thrusting it in and out of me, and although I wasn’t getting off on the act itself—the sucker too narrow to feel much, especially after he forced me to almost fist myself—the fact that he clearly was turned me on.
It was several moments of him penetrating me with the sucker before he finally pulled it out. It glistened under the moonlight that shone through the window, and the longer I stared at it, the more I realized my pussy juices dripped off the phallic treat.
“Open up, my beautiful whore.”
My jaw unlocked on its own, like Pavlov’s dog hearing that bell and salivating. His palm was still bleeding, so when he curled it around the lollipop, mixing his blood with my pussy cream, I gasped.
And he took that opportunity, where my mouth hung open, to shove the sucker inside. I immediately tasted the salty sweetness of the sucker, having been lodged inside me, then the coppery taste of his blood on my tongue. I didn’t think about how dangerous this was because, when he ordered me to suck, I did just that.
I licked that fucking sucker clean, and when he pulled it out, it was to shove it back in my cunt. He groaned and grunted as he watched then removed it and shoved his mask up enough he could drag his tongue over the spirals. He hummed, and his cock jerked, and I started lifting my hips, needing something thicker and more substantial inside me than that puny stick of rainbow candy.
Him, I realized. I needed him pushing his way in, forcing himself inside me.
But he started fucking me with the sucker again instead, sliding it in and out, then running the bumps of the spiral up and down over my clit before shoving it back in. He did this repeatedly until I was lifting my hips and fucking myself on it.
“Such a good, fucking girl. A good, little slut for me.” He slapped my clit when the lollipop was deep in my body, and I knew if he kept this up, I’d come.