His flesh surrounds my nails as I dig further, leaving human claw marks permeating his skin. Leaving vicious tears in his flesh.
“That’s it, Little Mouse. Make me bleed.”
His fingers work deep in my pussy, his large fingers stretching me. I moan into his skin, yet I refuse to release his flesh. He adds a third finger, filling me. “Look how wet you are for me. All this sweet cum.”
He shoves me off him, and my teeth scrape his flesh. I know that must have hurt. His shoulder looks vicious from the souvenir of my teeth. He groans at the pain before forcing me, not so gently, onto the ground. Large hands clasp my abdomen like a vise, holding me in place as he brings his face to my center. His nose trails along my pussy, and the night air permeates with his deep inhale of breath.
The tremors in my body are all-consuming. I’m unsure if they’re induced by fear, excitement, or need. Maybe all three. This man can overpower me so easily, and though that should horrify me, it doesn't.
“You smell so sweet, Mouse. I can’t wait to taste this pretty little cunt. Lift your legs for me.”
I don’t move at his commands. “No.”
He tilts his head, his face ominous with the mask hiding his expression. “Are we playing a new game, Mouse?”
I don’t know what emotion he’s wielding behind the shield. Anger? Or amusement?
My legs are lifted, my feet framing my head. He doesn’t wait for me to answer as his tongue lashes at my center, moving up and down my slit with slow movements. The man’s feasting on me as if he’s starved, and I’m the only thing that satiates his hunger.
“Oh, God.”
His hand is on my throat as soon as I speak. His fingers constrict my voice, making the moans barely audible.“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make you see heaven once I drag you straight to hell.”
He pushes three fingers in and out of me as the tip of his tongue laps at my clit in circles. My body ignites with fresh fire, consuming me, turning me inside out.
“Grab your feet.”
My hands move at his command, a marionette controlled by the puppet master. My brain usually runs on all cylinders, but it completely shuts down, only able to function on his orders. I like the feeling of not being able to think but moving in reaction to the words of the man making me come alive in ways no other has before.
His fingers twist within me, pushing up and focusing on my G-spot as his teeth tug at my clit, pulling at it. He slides one finger out of my pussy and circles the lubrication from my cunt around my anus in torturous circles. I’m exposed, helpless, and enthralled by how empowering it is.
“I won’t come.” I squeak the words.
“Yes, you will.”
“No. I’m broken.''
He loosens his hold on my throat but continues the assault of his fingers in my pussy.
I take the opportunity to talk, wanting him to know what I desperately need.“I won’t come because I’m not scared.”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he tightens his fingers on my throat. The pressure intensifies, and it’s no longer just uncomfortable. It’s hard to breathe.
I said the wrong thing.
I made him angry.
On what planet did I think it was smart to anger a man I just saw murder someone? Is an orgasm worth death?
My feet shoot down, but he uses his head to elevate me, and his tongue bites hard on my clit. He might rip it off, mutilate me. He probably wouldn’t care that I was dead. He’d fuck my corpse and be okay with it. The most fucked up thing about this situation is that I might die, and all I can think about is how fucking good what he’s doing to my pussy feels. Tremors shake through me, my hands crawl at the dirt beneath me, and my hips rise in the air, desperate for his mouth on my pussy.
“That’s it, Mouse. Fuck my mouth like a dirty little slut. You want to be used, don’t you? To be fucked raw, never knowing if I’ll snap your pretty little neck. I’m going to use you like the cheap whore you are. Look at you naked on the dirt, begging to be fucked like a pathetic whore. Is that what you want? To be my fuck toy?”
I’m unable to answer, so I buck my hips against him, circling my pussy, desperate to have more of his mouth on me. He presses on my G-spot and sucks my clit, and my body combusts. Over my head, my eyes focus on the formations of stars in the dark sky, making me believe I’m in heaven.
He’s right. I’m a whore. I want him to use me, control me, make me come so hard I can’t think straight.
ChapterSeven