"Release me, Noah. There is nothing left to say between us," I growl, red-hot anger blazing through me and overriding my self-pity. I'm a fool for putting myself in this position, for allowing him to see how useless I genuinely am. Is it even a wonder that he went looking for someone else when he was with me?Not someone else, your best friend. He wanted to hurt you.
"Never, Cordelie." His hand rises and grabs onto the end of the belt, yanking it forcefully against my neck and causing my next breath to stutter. His grip tightens as he fists the belt, wrapping it around his hand until I'm forced to rise on my toes or be choked. "You have always had the very best of me, Cordelie. I never wanted to show you the unhinged, dark parts. I wanted to spare you the taint and the rot. I tried to keep you far away from that part of me, so you remained sane and unbroken, but, sweet baby girl, I refuse to lose you."
His face leans down, his tongue licking at my tear-stained cheek as he hums in satisfaction. "You want to play with my darkness, Cordelie? You think you're brave enough to survive intact?" His dark obsidian eyes shine with a hint of madness, and for a quick moment, I regret all my words, as he truly unnerves me. "Yes, I see the fear now staring back at me, baby. Do you see the monster inside of me you're asking me to unleash on you?"
His hand slides down my chest until he grasps my breast and squeezes tightly. "You see, baby, I like a lot more than just a little pain with my pleasure. Are you going to allow me to hurt you, Cordelie, so you can prove to yourself that you can be like her? She's a slut, a whore I allow other men to use while I watch. I degrade her, use her, punish her. Is that what you want me to do to you, sweet baby girl?"
His words both disgust and excite me, and that's how I know I'm truly broken. What woman would want the man she loves to do those things to her? "Yes," I wheeze, the sound sealing my fate.
"You have no idea what you're asking for. I won't take it easy on you, Cordelie. I won't hold back on releasing my grip on my darkness. If you truly want to experience the way I fuck Josslyn, then you will. The question is, will you still be in one piece at the end of it?"
His words are a threat and a promise, and I don't know which to fear more. He doesn't know that there's darkness lurking inside of me too. That I'm not the innocent, naïve girl that he's always believed me to be. I wonder for a brief moment how he would react if I told him the fantasies I've always had, and the fact that I've signed up to allow a complete stranger to hunt me through the woods, and fuck me like an animal into the ground.
I keep those thoughts locked inside myself. Whatever happens here between Noah and me won't change the outcome. I will never allow myself to be with someone who hurt and betrayed me the way he did. A leopard doesn't change its spots, and a liar and cheat never alters their ways either. Am I a fool for giving him false hope that this could somehow salvage us?Maybe.I want, for once in my life, to experience what he truly wanted, what he craves, so that I can bear witness to how off the mark I was. How I was never what he needed. Then maybe I can pick the pieces of my broken heart up off the dirty floor and finally walk away from him for good.
"I'm... not afraid," I whisper, even though I have to lock my knees as my body trembles. I will not take the coward's way out of this by crying and running. He wants to hurt me, I can see it in the depths of his dark eyes, and I want him to do it. There's no way the physical pain can rival what I've already experienced all these months. He’s already broken my heart, what does it matter what he does to my body now?
"You should be, baby," he growls as his grip on the belt forces me to my knees before him, and his other hand digs mercilessly into my hair, pulling painfully on the strands. "You want to be a whore for me, Cordelie, then pull out my cock, baby, and put me in your mouth."
My hands shake as I raise them to the waistband of his boxers, releasing his stiff cock, and urging the fabric down his muscular, tattooed legs. The deep red bulbous tip glistens withdrops of precum, and I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting him. He yanks on my strands and forces my face closer, as unbidden tears slide down my cheeks. "Don't be gentle, baby. I like a bit of teeth." I force a deep breath, as much as the belt will allow, and lick at his engorged head, swiping at the precum with my tongue as he slips out of his boxers, hisses, and widens his stance. His salty taste hits my taste buds, and I hum with pleasure and need.
I stare mesmerized at his perfect, long cock, inhaling his musky scent as if in a daze. I've never been great at giving head, and Noah was always so patient when I tried before. I have a feeling he's not going to oblige me now. My thoughts are instantly confirmed as he propels his cock past my lips, and thrusts savagely into the back of my throat without mercy. "That's it, pretty slut, take me to the back of your throat and swallow me down." He doesn't give me a moment to adjust to his thickness and length in my mouth, he just thrusts again and again, each time harder, until I choke and gag.
He releases his grip on my hair, and his fingers reach for and pull on my hardened nipple, painfully twisting it until I cry deep in my throat. "You can do better than that, slut. Relax your throat, and scrape those teeth along my length." His demand is immediately followed by a tug on the belt, and I try my best to do as he instructs, as his ruthless touch moves onto my other breast before he slaps it harshly, and the burn races across my flesh. My core spasms over and over on empty air, and I can feel my wetness leaking out of me and coating my upper thighs. I press them together, hoping for some friction to ease the need, but Noah slaps me in the face, the sting making my eyes water. "No, you don't get to fucking come without my permission, Cordelie. Whores obey their owners. That's what you want to be, right, baby? My dirty whore?"
His foot forces my legs apart, until I'm obscenely exposed and teetering on the edge of both an orgasm and losing mybalance. "You soaked, baby? Let's see, shall we?" He presses the top of his bare foot against my soaked pussy lips, rubbing it back and forth, making my body undulate and chase his touch. "What a dirty whore. You'd ride anything I put in front of you right now, wouldn't you, baby?"
I try to nod, but his grip tightens brutally in my hair, not allowing my head to move, as he continues to fuck the back of my throat with punishing thrusts. "Ride my foot, slut. It's the only relief you're going to get until I'm done using you."Oh. My. God.His words should repulse me, but instead they have the opposite effect, and my lower body clenches. He angles his foot so I can ride it like a depraved slut. I move my pussy back and forth, trying to meet the same rhythm he's using on my throat. I can feel the beginning of my orgasm rising, as my clit rubs against the forefront of his foot and his large toe.
It's as if he can see the thought cross my features, as he instantly removes his foot, and I'm left whimpering with the need to come. "What did I say, Cordelie,hmmm?You want to be punished for being abad girl,or rewarded for being agood girl?"
His words cause more moisture to slip from inside of me, and an insane part of me wants to ask him to punish me because I’m a bad girl. He pulls out of my throat, smacking his hard cock on my lips, and smearing my saliva all over my face. "Look at how beautiful you are, all messy. I bet you'll look even more amazing covered in my cum. You want that, don't you, sweet baby girl?"
"Yes," I croak, and I shift on my knees, the hard floor not doing me any favors. His hand releases my hair and slams down on my breast, his palm hitting my erect nipple, and it rips a scream from my lips. “FUCK!” My core spasms with the shock of the pain, and my clit throbs with the need to come.
"Get up on the mattress and spread your legs as far as they will go. Face pressed into the mattress, like the dirty whore youare." I scramble up on my feet unsteadily and onto the mattress. He releases his hold on the belt just long enough for me to get into position, then he grasps it tightly and yanks backward, using it like a leash to choke me. For a moment, my mind panics that he'll kill me here and now, that something is genuinely wrong with him, and I've placed myself in danger. This Noah is a frightening stranger to me, and he won’t hold back from really hurting me.
"Did you watch us, baby? That day you caught me with your whore of a best friend. Did it make you all wet watching me use her? Did this pretty pussy want to be abused just like her?" I hide my face in the mattress, feeling my cheeks blaze with embarrassment that I watched them before I realized who they were, and it made me soak my panties. "I'll bet it did, baby. You wanted to switch places with her, and be fucked hard and rough," he chuckles. "I guess maybe I was in the dark about your needs, just like you were about mine. Let's remedy that, shall we?"
His hand slams down hard on my right asscheek and then my left, all while he yanks on the belt-leash, cutting off my air. My skin is a blazing fire as he repeats his motion, hitting other spots on my ass until it feels like the whole thing is aflame and angry. "Use your hands to part your asscheeks for me, nice and wide, slut." I reach behind and grab my flaming cheeks, prying them apart, and suddenly feel very self-conscious. I hear him hawk up spit before I feel its warmth land on my puckered hole and slip down my crack. I shift restlessly even as darkness threatens with the loss of oxygen. I attempt to lift my face off the mattress, but he instantly shoves it back down, as he releases some of his tense grip on the belt, and I gasp in ragged breaths.
One of his fingers traces the path his spit took, rubbing against my puckered hole until I'm squirming, before sliding between my slick lips, flicking my clit, and returning to myclenching asshole. The finger breaches the muscle, and I gasp in a mixture of pain and surprise. I don't even get the chance to accustom myself to the sensation before a second digit presses inside of me, and he begins to thrust. "I've wanted to fuck your perfect ass since the first time we were together."
He spits again, using his fingers to spread me open, so the spit can slide inside of me, and my body shudders at the sensation. A third digit pushes inside of me, and I scream into the mattress with the sensation of pain and arousal. "This tight hole is going to take all of me, tonight, slut. I'm going to stretch your virgin ass with my thick cock, and make it gape so prettily for me. You want that, don't you, sweet baby girl? You want all your holes to be gaping and filled with my cum?"
"Yesss," I moan into the mattress as he picks up speed with his thrusts, and my hands get clammy as I continue to hold myself wide open for him. "Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking him for. My emotions are a whirlwind inside of me, filled with anxiety, lust, rage, and fear. One rolls perfectly into the other until I can no longer think straight. Do I truly want this? Will he hurt me more? Have I lost my mind?
He removes his fingers from my ass, and I almost cry, bereft with the loss. "Turn and open your mouth," he demands, and I cringe, faltering to immediately obey. He brings his wet fingers up to my mouth, spreading them over my lips. "Suck," he instructs, and I don't hesitate, licking at the digits until they're clean."Good slut,"he praises, and I preen that I've made him happy.Just a hint of affection and look how you roll over for him, just like an abused dog that doesn’t know any better.
He removes his fingers, shifts me roughly, and lines up his cock at my rear entrance, and before I can even open my mouth to question if he's going to use lube, he slams home, forcing his way inside of me. The pain is instant and has my whole body tensing, and a cry leaving my lips. I instantly try to pull away andmove forward, I even release my hold on my asscheeks in panic, but he yanks back on the belt ruthlessly. "Did I say you could move, Cordelie? Did I tell you to release your asscheeks?" He demands with malice, and I instantly return them to where they were as I bite down on my lip to stem the cries of pain that try to escape. It hurts so much that I want to scream, my ass clenches around the large invasion, attempting to push it back out but it’s no use, he shoves himself to the hilt inside of me. My breath stalls inside of my chest as nausea assails me.He doesn't care about you, he hates you.
His palm slams down again on my jiggling asscheek, over and over in the same spot, until tears cascade down my face and are lost into the mattress. He fucks me so hard that the whole sofa groans with the motion, and drags across his floor. I tense when I feel his fingers slipping into my pussy hole and his thumb rubbing circles against my clit. The combination of all three has my previous orgasm rising once more, as tension and heat race through my limbs, and my spine bows with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I'm on the very edge of exploding, so close that I can taste it, when he suddenly removes his fingers and pulls out of my ass. At first, I'm shocked that he's stopped, and is denying me my orgasm. He smacks my ass again and pushes me sideways on the mattress, and I dare to stare up at him from behind my dark, messy tresses with annoyance and defiance. "Get on your knees and lick your ass off of me, slut."
My moment of hesitation and uncertainty as I stare up at him costs me, as he slaps my right breast hard and spits in my face. "You wanted to be a whore, baby. Whores clean up their own messes." I cringe at the thought of sucking my own ass off his dick, but I force myself to my knees and lick at his hard cock, that's standing at attention.
"Suck," he urges, holding the base and pointing it at my face, and I don't hesitate to take it to the back of my throat in onethrust. His fingers return to my hair as he yanks on the strands. He pulls out of my throat and pushes the head of his cock into my cheek until my lips stretch, as I attempt to keep him within them without choking on my saliva. "Look at how well your mouth is taking me, sweet baby girl. You were meant to be swallowing my hard cock. We'll have to make sure in the future that you spend lots of time with it deep in your throat."
I don't bother correcting him that this is a one-and-done, and that I hope to never see him again. What would be the point? I'm getting to experience what I have spent the better part of the last six months wondering about. "Roll over and spread your legs wide for me. Hold the back of your knees and keep your legs straight while I fuckmypussy." Jesus, why does that sound so hot when I know it shouldn't?
