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Chapter 2

HEATH

“Beg for it.”

The girl’s eyes fly open, but they’re the wrong color. Not the cornflower blue I want, but dark brown, nearly black. I growl a name that doesn’t belong to her and bury my cock to the hilt inside her mouth. She doesn’t fight me - she knows better than to do that. All my girls have learned by now, resisting me will only end in more pain. So she takes it, mouth opening wide and accepting my dick, licking underneath the shaft, getting her fill of me.

Because as much as these nameless women hate me, they crave me too. I’m everything their sick, dirty nightmares are made of, and I take great pleasure in giving them the pain and pleasure they pretend not to crave.

“Please.”

She uses the momentary reprieve when I pull out of her mouth to turn her pleading eyes to mine.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

“No,” I hiss. “Not here, not with me. You can come with your husband once you’re sent back tomorrow.”

Now she’s clinging to my knees, crocodile tears running down her reddened cheeks. Her fingernails dig into my calves as she tries desperately to get my attention.

“Don’t send me away, Master,” she whispers needily. “Let me stay with you forever. Let me be your good, obedient toy. Don’t make me go back to him...”

“No,” I shake my head, swiping my finger along her bottom lip. “You know that’s not how it works. Your husband is excited to see you. I told him you’ve exceeded all my expectations. Don’t make me take it back.”

“But I don’t want him.” Her bottom lip wobbles as she stares up at me, eager for me to tell her she doesn’t have to go. “Please, Master. I don’t want to leave. I only want you. Please don’t send me away...”

But keeping this toy - or any of them - is not something I’m interested in. I’m not a collector of pretty things, because by the time I’m done with them, they’re broken. I get off on their pain and toss them away once I’ve had my fill. This nameless toy will be happier once she returns to the man who put that rock on her finger. And I know she’ll make him happier than she could have before she came here.

I look her in the eye and shake my head.

“No. You leave tomorrow. And if you don’t stop being a bratty little bitch, I’ll let someone else have this load. Which would be a shame, since I saved it just for you.”

She whimpers, greedily scooting over and trying to suck my cock back inside her mouth. But I don’t let her. Instead, I grab it by the shaft and slap the toy’s cheek, watching her own spit dribble down her chin. I’m getting harder and harder, my cock throbbing with desire to come down her throat.

I’ll always remember her at this moment, right before I’m about to empty my cock.

A glimpse of blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes. Her name, Rain, rings in my head, though I can’t recall many more details than those. My head has been fucked with for too long by many injections, drugs, and pills. I’m no longer the man I used to be, but I’m determined - determined to forget the blonde intruder in my head.

She belongs in my past, not my present or future. All I need to focus on right now is breaking the toy before me into smithereens, making her an obedient companion for her cartel husband.

I bury my cock between her lips. I wanted to torture her more, but judging by the tears sliding down her cheeks, she’s accepted her fate. My work here is done. Releasing this load down her throat will be my special little gift to the toy for learning her place so well.

She chokes and sputters around my cock but doesn’t let up, just like she’s been taught. I groan, rubbing my thumb over her lips in a rare, gentle gesture. Then, before she can think too much of it, I slap her cheek, hard.

The slap reverberates through my cock, which she’s still sucking on desperately.

“Get ready, and don’t you dare come,” I tell her roughly, grinding my teeth as I unload two days’ worth of holding back all the way down her throat. “Fucking swallow it all, don’t let a drop leak out.”

The captive proves again just how much she’s learned, and I fondly remember the day she was brought in. She was timid and shy, refusing to leave her room until I went to pay her a visit. From the first day she sucked my cock, I knew she was addicted to the taste of cum. It really is a goddamn shame her husband uses her as an anal only toy. Staying with me and being broken was probably a welcome reprieve, especially since I fed her most days unless she misbehaved. And she was so grateful. I’m proud of this toy.


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