“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I cried, and he continued spanking me harder and harder. Then he thrust the entire length ofhis hard cock into me, stealing my voice and breath.It was like a gut punch. The whole of my upper body fell at the impact. While I felt like I would die from the agony, he kept plunging his hard long fat cock into me, each thrust causing even more pain. Every time I breathed just a little, the pain would vibrate through me. I was shaking from it. He was still reprimanding me, calling me an easy, cheap whore.
“You deserved it.” He never specified what, but I knew what he meant—prom night. It was an even more severe blow.
I didn’t want to risk enraging him more by negating him anything, but the word burst out of my mouth. “No! No, I didn’t,”
“Liar. This is how liars get fucked.” I didn’t know he could hurt me even more. I was weeping, my legs shaking to the point of almost faltering, and I couldn’t help but try to pull away.”
“Sir… Please, I’m so sorry. Please stop!” He ignored me.
“Fucking whore. How dare you? Huh? How dare you think I’m here to pleasure you?”
“I don’t?—”
“Shut up! And stop lying to me.”
I lifted myself so I’d be on my knees and palms again, attempting to crawl away from him.“Stoooooopppppp!” The impact of his palm on my butt cheek stopped my scream.
The concrete scratched my palms, and my elbows gave out as he fucked me hard and fast while I wept with every savage penetration. It was too big, as if he was banging into my uterus. Despite how wet I was, it ripped me apart too deep. My stomach hurt so badly, and the cramps spread.
What did I do that was so wrong? It was as if I’d fallen from the heavens straight to hell. There was no subtle gesture of kindness to keep me sane. It broke me. He moaned with every thrust while I wept, grieving the last splinter of my heart. It was gone. I felt so used, dirty, and vacant.
“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled with all his might and again, spanked me. I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn’t stop sobbing at the physical and emotional pain. He’d told me there were cameras everywhere. I’d hoped he was acting for them so they wouldn’t discover that he already knew me. I was so wrong.
Too soon, my insides expanded to accommodate him. “Yeah, fucking nasty whore. You like it. This is what you really needed to come. Wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, but pulled away the little I could.
“Beg for it.”
“Please fuck me, Sir.” He forced me to beg until I automatically said it without him commanding it. I lost myself, unaware of what I was saying. I didn’t notice when the pain dissipated and was replaced by heat. My insides tightened. The slipping of his cock into me started feeling good, satisfying a feral need. My cries transformed from deep sadness and pain to the dirty craving, begging for more. “Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Sir. Harder.” He was right. I was a whore. A good girl would never be turned on by any of this, instead, I pleaded for him to keep licking my pussy. I was dirty.
Maybe that’s why Mael did what he’d done to me. He knew. Maybe that’s why Killian disappeared; he’d known I wasn’t worth it. Only Sir’s cock could comfort away the pain that my thoughts slashed into my soul. The filling, the expansion of me, the rubbing of it all along my walls, deep, hurting me. I needed the pain, both as punishment but also to enhance the pleasure. “More!” I screamed like he’d done earlier.
Every thrust started feeling like a plunge from heaven, and then his thumb slipped into my pussy and stayed there as he fucked it. I screamed, but he ignored it. Then the thumb slipped out and easily, no matter how tightly I puckered, it invaded my asshole, drawing a loud gasp out of me. I was completely filled. My screams became hysterical, scared he would fuck me there. I couldn’t go through that again.
“You like it, don’t you? You were born for this.”
My tears rained down on the concrete while my eyebrows trembled, and I shook my head. It was true, everything he was accusing me of was completely true. My eyes rolled back, and although I resisted for as long as possible, I couldn’t help it. I rocked my hips, needing more of him, fucking him so I could only feel, not think. Our bodies crashed. I didn’t care about the pain anymore. I deserved it. His thumb slipped in and out of me as I fucked him, drawing moans from him that slowly devolved into whimpers. When my ass felt the emptiness for too long, I’d fuck him harder, and he rewarded me by plunging three fingers into me, fucking my asshole with them. The pleasure erased everything. Our screams filled the room.
All of me tensed and tightened; there was no escaping what was about to happen to me. The moan got stuck in the back of my throat as currents of pleasure ran up my body, ripping my insides apart. It was an explosion that swept through me like a tsunami. With the contractions of both my holes, I cried.
“Sir…” I panted. “I… can’t…” He ignored me. I shook violently from inside out while failing to lock his slippery cock in place. I couldn’t take him anymore. I was too sensitive everywhere. Sir was on a mission to fuck me to death and didn’t care how difficult I made it. I screamed when another finger plunged into my asshole. Every bit of pleasure became torture. It was too intense, and I was losing my mind, trying to run away from him. “It hurts! It hurts! It’s too much.” I squirmed.
“Shut up. You’ll take what I give you. Did I tell you to come?”
I collapsed, and the hot cum filled my pussy. With my cheek on the cold floor, I sobbed at what a piece of trash I was. What I’d thought to be a connection of inexplicable violent, feral sexual pleasure between us had once again been proven otherwise. It meant nothing to him.Imeant nothing to him. Still spilling into me, he pumped into my ass.
“Please, please, please. I’m sorry.” I wondered why he was still going if he’d already finished. I tried to escape it by pulling away, the concrete scratching my body until my face was up against the cold door, but he followed, staying hard inside me and fingering my ass. Only after he withdrew completely did I realize I’d been apologizing the entire time.
Even in my semiconscious state, I wept and apologized for whatever I’d done wrong. All my bones hurt from being in that position on the cold ground for so long after being flat on a bed for days. He’d drained me in every way possible. When he peeled me off the floor, I’d hoped it meant he’d forgiven me. He placed me on the bed, then wiped the trails of tears from my cheeks.
I hoped he’d noticed how even in my semiconscious state, I curled so tightly with my arms crossed over my belly, trying to calm the cramping. “Sir, please forgive me. Please. I’m so sorry.” I couldn’t open my eyes. His silence, followed by the banging of the door, had said enough though.
24. Then There Was Nothing
Iwoke up with so many parts of my body sore and hurting. In the bathroom, I turned on the hot water, hoping it would help me recuperate. After washing my hair, I felt cleaner but still weak and in pain. I was so hungry and thirsty, and after what seemed like forever, I ended up drinking water from the sink. There was nothing to do, no way of knowing if it was daylight, and it wasn’t as if I could move much in my state, so I just lay there staring at the dark.
When I heard the beeping of the door, my heart pounded. I wondered if I could tell him I was in too much pain to do anything, if I could ask him for food. Maybe someone had forgotten to bring some. Terrified, I stayed in bed.
