She can refuse me all she wants. Her words don’t mean anything.
I own her.
“Now, imagine I’m your father,” I say. “You can pretend, can’t you, Violet?”
“Are you insane?” she cries. It’s obvious from her tone she knows the truth. She knew it before she even stepped foot on the asylum grounds. She raises her voice: “Fuck you, you fucking?—”
I slap my hand over her mouth. Her eyes widen, her pupils incredibly large. My dick bounces between us, engorged with blood and the need to fuck the life out of her.
“Don’t talk to your father like that,” I warn with a frown. “If you want the ability to talk, then you will speak nicely to me.”
Her eyes fill with water, but her venom swims to the surface too, ready to tear me open.
I welcome it.
Surrender falls onto her frame, and her body sinks into the metal bed. I grind my ass into her lower half. I want her to endure my entire weight.
“Answer my question,” I say in a low voice. “Who am I to you?”
“My father,” she whispers.
“I think you can do better than that.” Her bottom lip trembles. I wink at her. “Try again, my love. Who am I to you?”
Her tongue darts across her bottom lip. “My daddy.”
Hunger ruptures my self control. I want to taste her need. More importantly, I want her to taste me.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
I spit, letting a glob of saliva drop onto her face. The bubbled liquid trickles over her cheek. I slide my flattened palm over her, smearing my spit. She shudders, her shoulders hunching, then she twists her neck to avoid my saliva.
I grab her chin and force her to open her lips. Her tongue stretches out instinctually, and I laugh. She can’t even deny it: the bitch is ready for my spit.
“You are such a greedy, nasty thing,” I say. I spit directly onto her tongue. She swallows it, her eyes glazed with lust. “Who did you get that from? Certainly not from me. You must have gotten it from your whore mother.”
Rage flashes across her expression. “Fuck?—”
I slap her cheek, stopping those words.
“What did I tell you about speaking to your father that way?” I snarl.
I spit on her tongue and shove her mouth back. She licks her lips, sucking in my saliva. I turn around and scoot my ass higher on her form until I’m positioned with my face toward the door and my ass sitting on her drenched face. Then I rub my asshole back and forth over her like an infected dog wiping its ass on the carpet. Her small nose tickles my opening.
That is a physical feature she got from her mother. My sweet one doesn’t have my distinctive, curved nose.
I let my full weight rest on top of her. The tip of her nose burrows into my asshole, teasing me. She squirms, suffocating underneath me.
“Such a youthful thing. So vibrant. So full of life,” I say. “I can take that all away from you right now by staying where I am. Suffocating you with my ass.” I squeeze the wound on the head of my cock, then stroke the brittle scars on my length. Pain and pleasure pulse through me, creating a unique friction. The bitch wriggles, and I chuckle to myself. I love having her fighting for her life underneath me.
“I won’t kill you,” I say softly. “Not yet. That’d be too easy for you, my love.”
I lift my ass. She gasps deeply, sucking in as much oxygen as possible. The desperate little twat.
“Stick out your tongue and lick my ass,” I command. “If you do well, I’ll let you cum.”
“Wait—”
I lower myself again, and this time, the eager cunt knows better. She sticks out her tongue, her wet flesh flicking across my ridges, stabbing in and out of my ringed muscle. I groan; the tension dances along my nervous system, every blood vessel expanding with warmth. I beam as I ride her face. There’s nothing quite like forcing a strong woman to tongue-fuck your filthiest hole.
