"You're a bastard!" Laney cried.
"Do you want me to stop?" I crawled onto the bed. My hands started at her toes and slid up her smooth legs."Because I thought you liked what I do to you." I continued upward, reaching her breasts, and twisting her nipples. She winced, but her lips twitched at the corners. She liked me hurting her.
"We can't have a baby, Priest. They'll find out!"
"And then what?" I slid my body on top of hers, licking and tasting her nipples, sucking on one until she whimpered in pain, and then switching to the other. "While they may not like it, it's not like we share blood. Our baby will be perfectly healthy. Hell, we won't even have to fight over the last name, as we already share the same one."
My hand reached between her thighs and I spread her lips.She'd already taken the hatchet and myself, but something inside of me, something dark, something not quite myself... wanted more.
"I don't want to tell them." Laney shook her head, forcing my attention back to her face. "They'll hate us. Hate me. We'll embarrass them. We can't. Priest, please don't do this. I'm sore. My arms and..." Her legs trembled. “… it hurts."
My hand drifted back up, lavishing in how warm and soft her skin was, and settled on her throat. I was sick and tired of her crying. I didn't care what our parents or their friends or anyone else thought of us. I gripped her neck and squeezed.
Laney's eyes widened, but there was more than fear in them. Despite her protests, she liked this. I squeezed and let off, allowing her to breathe, and then squeezed again. I pulled a nipple into my mouth as I continued to squeeze, on and off, until finally I'd had enough. I sat up, looked her directly in the eyes, and choked until her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body went slack.
Good girl, go to sleep.
I unlocked her arms. She begged me to stop, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. But I could give her pussy a break. I rolled her over onto her front and raised her arms again.
She began to rouse as I was handcuffing her again to the bedposts, only this time she faced the mattress.
"Wha..." she said groggily and lifted herself to her knees.I left the room and proceeded to shove pants on and walk out of the suite, leaving Laney handcuffed, naked, with her ass in the air.
The kitchen will have something to help. Back in my day, we used olive oil.
My own thoughts were pushed to the back and when I came to again, I was back in the room, a small jar of coconut oil in one hand and the belt I'd discarded earlier in the other.
"Why did you leave me?" Laney cried. "It's dark in here!"
I ignored her and tossed the jar onto the bed. It rolled under her, but she couldn't reach for it to see what it was.I cracked the belt and went to her. I ran my hand over her perfect, smooth ass, sliding a finger down the center. She tensed immediately, and I pulled my hand away. I raised the belt and swung it down on her curvy, soft skin. She screamed and lurched forward. The belt left a thin red line across her ass. It was beautiful. I crawled onto the bed and rested my knees on the back of her thighs, keeping her down.
I raised the belt again and spanked her one, two, three times. Each time, her skin welted, and her screams grew louder. My cock strained against my jeans as I gazed at her reddened ass. I spanked her again, three times, and then finally eased off of her, pushing between her legs.
My dick was hard and ready to go. I reached under her, pulling the jar of coconut oil out. I opened it and dipped my hand in, scooping out a good-sized amount. My hand went to her sore ass and slid between her cheeks, finding the tight little puckered hole.
"No!" she gasped, but I ignored her, rubbing the oil all around it until it was off my hand. I pulled her up and then unzipped my pants, pulling them completely off.
I pushed my cock between her cheeks. She whimpered, but didn't beg me not to as I reached for more oil, and rubbed it on my cock, and then her asshole again. My finger, now completely lathered in it, tested the entrance first. Laney cried out as I pushed through the first ring of muscle, and then slowly went deeper, until my finger was completely hidden inside. Her sobs fueled the darkness inside me, urging me to continue.I massaged her, slowly thrusting in and out with my finger until her body began to relax.
"See, I knew you were a good girl," I purred into her ear as I lathered my middle finger to slide inside as well. Shesobbed, but nodded, and as I continued using my fingers inside her ass, I found her thrusting back.Then, I decided it was time for the real thing.
Rule 54 - Delaney
Learn to take orders.
Priest had tortured me to orgasm so many times my body was exhausted, but yet, with each earth-shattering explosion, it only caused me to want more, to crave more, and as much as I wanted him to stop and let me rest, I couldn't bring myself to say it with any real passion.
Everything around me felt foggy, as if on a sweet-smelling pink cloud. I knew that he had shoved the handle of a small axe inside me, that it should have hurt, and it was meant to degrade me, but... I liked it.
I was fully aware that I'd been choked to the point of unconsciousness and woken up in a different position, but it was okay. I was safe with Priest.And as he spanked me with his belt so hard I thought it'd bleed, I tried to clamp my mouth shut, because I knew I'd be rewarded.
My big brother promised.
His fingers were exploring a painful, yet incredibly interesting piece of my body I had never given any thought to as far as pleasure went. Priest wanted my little tight hole, and I wanted him to take it.It hurt at first. Tears streamed down myface as his fingers moved inside me, but Priest's words from before echoed in my brain, and I began to relax.There was nothing wrong with this, us. He was right. No blood, no DNA, no genetics that would hurt our future. We could have a baby, a real family, and a life together once we left The Vincent.
Why leave? It's so nice here. Don't you like being able to be free with Priest?
A voice I wasn't familiar with drifted into my mind. What was that?
