“Are you going to behave for me?” he asks.
I can barely wheeze from under his weight. “No.”
More growling. He lifts off me and flips me over, gripping my neck to shove my face into the pillow. I struggle and he lets me up enough so I can turn my head and breathe, but then he spanks my ass hard enough for tears to spring into my eyes.
Finally—finally!—he’s being rough with me. He’s been treating me like his possession but handling me with such care. And now he’s finally let himself off the chain.
It also helps that he’s not drugged tonight. His senses aren’t dulled. His movements aren’t slowed. He’s not feeling the heavy fatigue. He’s possessing all his faculties, and he is going to unleash every single one of them on me. I cannot wait!
He spreads my legs and checks between them. Fuck, he’s wearing the murder gloves again. And I’m so wet, his fingers glide right in.
“You little slut. You love this, don’t you?” He spanks me again, and I yelp. Then he thrusts his fingers deep. It pinches. The pain sizzles through my core, turning into something else. He finger fucks me like he hates me, and I love it. I want more.
He twists his fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it.
“Oh fuck,” I squeak, and he reaches around to hook the fingers of his free hand into my mouth. The black latex slides over my tongue. He adjusts the angle so he can hit the back of my throat. I gag. My throat closes around his fingers as my pussy does the same. Oh fuck?—
“You’re going to come for me like this.”
I groan around his fingers. And then I do, like he’s got my clit on a chain and he tugs me into oblivion. I fall apart, held together only by his fingers in my pussy and my throat.
And then his fingers are pulled out, and I’m gasping for air. He’s moving, propping me into position on my hands and knees. And then he’s inside me. It hurts at first—more than I remember from Pandemonium. The stretch makes me whimper.
“Oh fuck,” I mumble. “Oh fuck me.”
“You want this?” He rams himself home. “You got it.”
He punches his cock into me, thrusting me toward the headboard. I cry out, tears leaking from my eyes. It hurts, but I’m so happy. Electricity is shooting through my body, and my limbs jerk, no longer my own. I’m so wet, my thighs are drenched. I’m soaking the bed.
He rocks me forward, and when I come again, falling limp to the bed, he pulls me up and plows his cock into me from down below. I look down to where I’m sitting on him and watch his dick saw in and out of my pussy. Hecate, help me.
“Oh fuck.” One orgasm rolls into another. And another. My eyes roll back into my head.
“That’s four,” he grunts. “We’re going for six, remember?”
What? Oh, right. Page 269. “Six for me or for you?”
“You first.”
“No, no, no–”
He sets his gloved hand around my neck and squeezes. “Yes.”
27
Bella
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I must have orgasmed so hard I passed out. When I come to, he’s wiping me down with a warm washcloth. He’s removed the gloves and the gas mask. He pats the washcloth over my pussy, checking for tears.
“Ow.” My inner muscles are sore.
“Page 269,” he says smugly.
Now I know what people mean when they say “he understands the assignment.” Kaiser understood the assignment. He could teach the course. He graduated magna cum laude. Emphasis on the cum.
There are small bruises on my skin where he gripped me, and I touch them in wonder.
