“Be a good girl, and show me how badly that pussy needs me,cravesme, and I’ll show you where we’re going.”
The burning annoyance I felt moments ago begins to morph as his words twist something in my core. I sit back against the seat and slowly, tentatively, hike up my skirt.
“Higher,” he demands. “I want to see you.”
My thighs clench at the absolute authority with which he commands me. Without hesitation, I lift the bottom of my dress higher, exposing the red scars he cut into my flesh and the lace of my panties to him. Slowly, I begin rubbing my fingers along the rough fabric; I’m already dampening from his demands.
“You only ever used to wear boring cotton before,” he remarks as his eyes flit between the road and the show I’m putting on for him between my thighs. I pull my panties to the side slightly and slip a single finger between my folds, rubbing lightly back and forth. “Now look at you—pulling aside black lace to play with yourself in my car.”
“I guess I needed a little chaos to bring out my less boring side,” I quip as I bring my finger to my clit and run slow circles against the throbbing bud. It feels so good that I can’t stop the mewl that leaves my lips.
“You were never boring, Ali,” Garett says as he not so discreetly adjusts the growing hardness in his pants. “You were a hellcat that had been caged. All I did was simply open the lock and let you find your own freedom.”
The car begins to slow as we pull off the main road onto a smaller forestry road. This car won’t make it far on this dirt path among the trees, but Garett seems to know exactly where he’sgoing and what he’s doing.
“Thank you for finding me.” I slip a single finger inside my slick opening. My walls pulse around my own digit and I moan. The sounds of my pleasure begin to fill the car, overpowering the pouring rain. “Thank you for freeing me.” My finger moves faster, chasing pleasure as the car comes to a stop.
We’re surrounded by deep darkness of towering trees. Rain pounds against the roof and windshield. And yet, all I can focus on is the rolling waves of ecstasy that are beginning to build as Garett watches me fuck myself for him. His burning gaze never leaves the space between my thighs as his hands work to free his hard cock from inside his jeans. It springs free as his thick fingers move to pump himself. I’m hypnotized by the bead of precum that builds at the pierced tip. I want—no—need to taste him.
“More,” I groan. “Garett, I need more.”
“As my Beauty commands,” he growls before the door of the car flies open.
He’s out in the rain before I can process what’s happening. The bright headlights illuminate his dark form as he rounds the front of the car toward me. My finger stills as he rips open the passenger door. The cold wet air assaults me immediately.
“Garett!” I shriek as his hand threads into my hair.
I’m twisted in my seat and turned to face the Devil looming above me. A knife flicks open in his free hand. The steel blade glints in the moonlight. Fear and excitement rush through me simultaneously. Without hesitation, he brings the blade to the scabbing marks he carved into my thighs. He traces the lines with the blade, sending soft pain through me. Despite my rational mind telling me that this is dangerous, wild, crazy, the spot between my legs clenches in anticipation; the pain fueling my pleasure.
“Who do you belong to?” Garett asks as he watches thinrivulets of blood bloom along my pale skin.
“You,” I groan as my pussy throbs with need.
“And did you let someone else touch what belongs to me?” he asks as his dark gaze finds my eyes.
“It was part of the plan, I—”
Before I can finish my thought, he’s on top of me. The blade slices through the straps of my dress with ease and the fabric of the bodice falls. My nipples harden in response to the cold air. He flicks one of the hardened tips with the back of the blade and it sends an illicit shiver running through me.
“I didn’t ask why. I asked if you let someone touch what belongs to me?” he asks while the blade traces a slow path between my breasts, barely grazing my skin.
“Yes,” I choke out.
I’m pulled from the car roughly. I stumble in my heels on the uneven ground as Garett guides me to the front of the car with a firm grip on my hair. The rain hits my exposed skin as I’m dragged into the night air.
“Garett! What the hell?” I scream as he throws me down on the hood of the car.
Holding me still by my hair, he tips my head up to look at him. The hood of the car is still warm, the hot metal biting at the exposed skin of my chest. With his knife, he slices through the thin lace of my black underwear. I shiver as my panties fall to the ground. He closes the knife before putting it away, his gaze never leaving mine. I stare up at my stalker, my demon, my madman as he glares down at me from above. A curtain of rain surrounds us and the shadows of the trees seem to close in until it’s only us two in this moment—the Devil and me.
“You’re mine, Ali. I’ve waited years for you. I’d wait lifetimes if I needed to, just to have you. But now that you’re mine, you’re entirely mine. And I am yours.” He guides the metal tipped head of his cock to my entrance, letting the throb between my thighsgrow as he teases my opening. “Do you understand?”
I nod as much as possible with his tight grip on my hair. He slides inside me, just an inch, before stilling. The fullness of him entering me where I need him most has the air leaving my lungs.
“Say it, pretty girl.” He pulls out almost all the way and my body sags. “Say you’re mine and only mine. Now and through all eternities that follow.”
He’s deranged, unhinged, maddeningly obsessed. And yet, I must be equally as crazy because I’m consumed with the need for him just as strongly.
“I’m yours. And you’re mine. For this lifetime and all that follow,” I choke out between panting breaths.
