Only, that’s not true. He’s manipulated me, manipulated my body, done something to me to override all sense of reason and logic, and…. I cry out.
I shatter again and my scream this time is long and loud, my body seizing around his as the orgasm rips through me. My convulsions trigger his own; with a roar that seems to shake the very room, he pours himself into me, his own release hot and endless. He collapses over me, his weight crushing me into the mattress, both of us slick with sweat and trembling.
We lie there for a moment, panting, connected.
His body suddenly feels like a shield against the world. Only, this man cannot be trusted. This man here, he is my death, and I know that in my soul.
Slowly, carefully, he withdraws from me, the loss of him making me feel even more aware of the throbbing soreness between my thighs.
I lay still, staring up, trying to get my breath back.
This was worse, so much worse than I could have ever imagined.
I want to curl up, I want to crawl into the darkest space I can find and just die.
But as Antonio moves, as he shifts, I realise with horror… he’s not done. This horrific performance isn’t over.
Isee the look of horror in her eyes, and it’s fucking priceless. “I told you. I’m going to ruin you.”
I pull her around, forcing her to lay flat on her back, her full tits bouncing as she lands against the sheets. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes already red from all that crying.
Will she be a good girl and cry some more if I fuck her hard enough?
She’s fucking beautiful. All soft curves and warm skin, her body lush and womanly.
I reach up, kneading those breasts, enjoying how big they are. My other pets are tiny in comparison and right now, I’m loving the size difference.
“Please…” She whimpers, because I’m not being soft. Not being gentle.
She is mine to use. Mine to abuse. Soon she will learn that.
I lower my head between her legs. My tongue is on her, lapping at the mess we made, licking into her with a fervour that is almost religious. I eat her out like a man starving, taking my time, swirling my tongue on her pierced clit, flicking the metal, sucking it into my mouth.
I know the overstimulation will be agony.
Will be ecstasy.
She’ll hate that she wants it, she’ll hate that this is making her feel good.
Little whore. Do you realise what you are now?
Her hands dig into me as her body tries to get away, but I won’t let her move an inch.
“Ruby.” She whispers. “Ruby.”
The word brings a smile to my lips. Poor little thing, did she think that offer would be an open one, that she could spit in my face and then expect me to honour it later?
“It’s too late for that.” I reply. “I gave you a chance. You were too stubborn to take it.”
“Please, no, please, I can’t…” She gasps.
“Oh but you can, and you will. You will take everything I give you, and you will be grateful for it.”
“Anto…”
I don’t let her finish that sentence, don’t let her finish speaking my name. I latch onto her clit again with such force she screams.
She thrashes beneath me, sobbing my name, completely undone by my mouth.
