Another cascade of tears as the light starts to dim in her eyes, however, she shifts her body until the rest of the arm disappears into her bruised, little cunt.
“Start moving,” I snap at her.
It takes a moment for us to find a pace that we can both keep up with without hurting me and that’s when I tell her to lean back. I tell her that I want to watch her pussy moving on the arm, I tell her that I want to watch it disappear and reappear, like a game of peek-a-boo, and that I want to watch her tits bounce as she does.
We fuck each other violently, flesh slapping against flesh, defiling every last bit of her that’s left as the comments on the screen appear faster than ever before.
Paloma may not know who I truly am, but one thing is for sure. She’ll never forget the day she met the devil and worshiped him as her god.
Chapter Fifteen
Reade
Before I take my leave,I’ve decided to denigrate her a little further. I’m leaned over the chair while she uses her tongue to clean my asshole. I told her to make sure there’s nothing left, no trace of her pussy juices dripping from me, and no sign that we used what was left of her child to fuck each other.
I close my eyes as I lazily tug on my cock. She has a hand on either side of my cheeks, my ass spread open, while her tongue flicks against my hole, sinking it in every now and then.
She’ll do a good job for her god because she believes that by doing all of this, she’ll be forgiven.
I moan slightly as she sticks her tongue back into my hole, flicking it to make sure she’s gotten every last trace of our indiscretion before she finally pulls away. I turn to face her as I continue to rub my dick.
“Open your mouth, Pally,” I instruct when my sac begins to constrict. I come hard, and after the warm liquid stream coats her pretty face, I let out a tired chuckle. “Do you feel cleansed?”
It’s a mocking tone I use, but I can’t help it. This little girl is far too easy to control and at this point, she must have figured out part of the ruse.
“No,” she replies after she uses the back of her hand to wipe her face clean. “There wasn’t nearly enough blood.”
“Blood?” I ask as I begin to pull on my boxers. “Wasn’t all that come enough for you?”
“No.”
Her tone is harder than it has been before. I heard the tremor in it, though I know it’s not from fear.
I choose to ignore it as I lean down for my jeans and pull them up, then glance around the floor for my belt. I’m not into the blood thing, so she’ll have to flash her pussy at someone else if that’s her kink.
I’m done with her for the night.
“Reade?”
The way she says my name sounds more like an accusation than an inquiry, but I’m not afraid of crazy little girls, so she’ll have to try a little harder if she wants to unnerve me.
I shrug my shirt over my head before I turn to face her, deciding she can keep the belt as a souvenir, when I realize she’s holding the fucking thing in her hand.
“Give it here, Pally,” I say, holding out my hand.
She takes a step away from me as her brow furrows in confusion, anger, betrayal, and disbelief.
“You’re … you’re not God, are you?” she spits at me, her tone dripping with venomous accusation.
I cross my arms over my chest and smirk as I shake my head at her, “I was whatever you needed me to be to keep that fucking live stream going. I’ll be sending you a bill for seventy-five percent of tonight’s performance by the way. Have a good night, Pally.”
I brush by her on the way toward the door. She’ll either pay me what she owes, or I’ll give the convent address to every sick motherfucker that logs onto her cam shows and they can all take turns using her to their heart’s content too.
When I put my hand on the doorknob and turn it, the fucking thing doesn’t budge. And when I turn to tell Pally to unlock it, she lunges at me in a fury I never knew anyone could be capable of.
Epilogue
The Cleansing