As I rub it along Fiona’s slit, she taunts Brett.
“You see this, you filthy piece of shit?” She grabs his thigh, which is sliced from his pelvis to his knee. “You did this!”
I grab a handful of her red hair and pull her head back as I push into her entrance hard and fast, owning her.
She takes it.
Every inch.
“How does it feel being dick-less, you stupid fuck!” Fiona seethes.
Brett gags, blood spurting from his mouth. She loved him once in a way she’ll never love me. Those feelings are beyond us now. We’re broken. Utterly destroyed.
Brett’s pain doesn’t deter Fiona. Not in the slightest. Instead of recoiling as he gasps, she presses her ass back, urging me to hasten.
Like she was made for me.
I thrust into her, again and again, enjoying the small cries of pleasure that escape her lips. I want more of them. I want a chorus of Fiona’s lust to fill my ears.
I slide my hand between her thighs and pet her clit. Her back arches like a cat in heat. I love how into it she is. How Brett is right fucking there, terrified, life fading from his body, and she still wants to be fucked.
“I’m close,” Fiona gasps, raking her nails down Brett’s tortured body.
His head lulls to the side. At this point, I’m pretty sure he can’t hear us. Knowing that his last moments were experiencing Fiona’s pleasure while he bled out gives me great satisfaction.
“Harder,”Fiona whines.“I need it. I need it so badly.”
I surge into her, driving as far back as I can go, relishing the feeling of her pretty pussy choking my dick. She moves against me, colliding violently with every thrust until she throws her head back and screams.
She comes with an intensity I’ve never seen before, bucking and crying and swearing words that have no meaning.
Heat surges through me, driving me to madness. Fuck, if I don’t calm, I’ll hurt her. I’ll fucking destroy her.
Unable to hold back, I come, draining into her with a force that threatens to rip me apart.
When the spasms subside, my crippled soul pulls itself together and I vacate her cunt, enjoying the sticky string of cum that leaves us connected for the briefest of moments.
Fuck—I needed this. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed torturing anyone so thoroughly.
Then, it hits me.
This wasn’t about torture.
At no time while I was fucking Fiona, did I give any meaningful thought to Brett. Her reaction to him was on my mind, but nothim.
His suffering was never a part of my pleasure.
And that scares me.
Fiona seats herself on the floor and looks up at me. “You really delivered on your promise,”
“Did you ever doubt me?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. You were getting…flighty.”
I reply with a truth followed by a lie. “I wanted to make sure you understood what I was doing, and I didn’t want you to ruin my own pleasure.”
“Did I?”
