Mouth parted, she watches me, stunned, her pussy clenching. She whimpers sometimes, as if she cannot believe what she is allowing me to do.
Same as fucking I.
I’m certain she thinks I am an ugly, frightening creature. Yet she’s letting me do this.
The mix of horror in her eyes and the lust, the wish to resist despite me controlling her so easily, has conjured a terrible desire. After being the thingtheycontrolled, I am the controller. The one with the power.
She is mine to fuck, mine to kill. Whatever I wish.
For a fraction of time, my hands halt as the command interrupts. Crush her throat and listen to her die…I clench my jaw,and it fades.
Thoughtfully, I turn my head and bite the side of her thigh, sucking on it, then biting and sucking as I climb higher up her leg. I’m turning it red, leaving marks, and she jerks and tries to wriggle on my cunt-blessed hand, grabs at whatever part of me she can reach.
My cock is fully erect, pressing into my pants, and dribbling out some version of come.
A little more of watching her come undone, and then, then I will try. I will insert this appendage that is made for taking females into her.
She leans over, showing the tip of her pink tongue as she watches my hand where it moves the dress material, while I shove two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. The amount of moisture coming from her, the way she squeaks and shakes, lets out small cries, how she’s possessed my wrist as if to stop me or controlme. And when I jam in my fingers, the noises her pussy makes, those arefucking perfect.
I smile. I have this. I have her.
I can do this.
“You like this. Being my toy.” It’s not a question. I shove those fingers deep, deeper, deepest. Her cunt spasms. I leave them in her, grinding my thumb, twisting my hand. “I could bite you here.” I smile. “Lick you.Eatyou.”
“No! I don’t…I don’t.” She shudders and bows over, cursing softly before she begins to moan, to try to ride my hand.
Though the scars pull at my skin, I widen my smile, watching her, watching her little tells…
Hell yeah, to that horrorstruck stare she gives me while trying to strangle both my shoulder and my arm.
I tighten my grip on her butt. If she moves too far, with her clothes binding her ankles she’ll fall over. I keep fucking her, slowly, introducing another finger, another. Now there are four and the stretch is quite…interesting.
She chokes out some sound, shuts her eyes.
I growl and shove the four higher, fucking her with more force until the squelches of my thrusts are loud. I pull themout and show off her wetness where it shines on my hand. She looks at me, stunned, gasping, like maybe she wants more?
“Shhh.” With my palm on her breast, I push her to the wall, before I untangle her leggings and panties from her feet.
As I rise to my full height, I haul her dress with me, pulling it over her head. Her bra is easily snapped off and tossed. It clatters onto the door and slides down.
Naked Hailey. I devour the sight.
Shyly, wide-eyed, she covers her breasts with her hands.
“Let me see you.” I take her small hands and press them to the wall to either side.
Fuck.I take in the full length of her panting, quivering body.
Darkness builds in my (probably) borrowed heart.
I don’t recall the elegance of her neck, the gentle whorls of her ear, the darker pink of her nipples, or the way her eyes draw me in. I don’t remember most of her, least of all being inside her and fucking her, but IknowI know her.
Does she owe me something? Do I owe her? Is that why she has this perverted persistence in my memories?
Where they’re pinned to the wall, her fingers curl in to caress the backs of mine.
“Pretty, pretty girl.”
