Page 62 of Burn For Me

Adalyn shook her head, her eyes narrowing at me.

“Even so, I would’ve been compensated. I could’ve gone anywhere in the world with that money and left this place behind. Or, maybe they would’ve ended up in prison, and either way would’ve been fine.”

Staring at her was like staring into the center of a whirlpool. I knew I should stand up and walk away, burn the house down with her in it, and yet I couldn’t stop staring. The craving to taste her once more had my tongue tingling in my mouth. My eyes traveled from her sweet face to the breasts I’d sucked on in my dreams and then further still to her pussy. Despite Adalyn’s obvious fear, she had her legs splayed open wide.

In a daze of swirling emotions and needs, my fingertips drew soft lines from her belly button up to her breasts. I rolled one hard nipple between my thumb and finger and then gave it a hard squeeze. A yelp that ended in a moan left her lips. I glanced at her face and saw she was biting her lip even as she glared.

“Stop it, Derek.”

“Why,” I asked, repeating the action on the other nipple.

“Because I don’t want you to touch me,” she said, but the bite of anger that had accompanied her earlier words was missing from her tone.

“Is that so?” I slowly drew a line down the center of her body and watched it quiver more with each inch lower that my finger traveled. Her legs snapped together, but I was easily able to slide a single digit between her tightly clenched legs and into her folds.

“I said stop it,” she said, her voice husky. The sound had the same effect on my body as the screams of those in my fires.

“I don’t think you want me to.” She wasn’t just a little damp, she was soaking wet, and my body responded with another flush of heat and desire that went straight to my throbbing cock. Adalyn sucked in a sharp breath as my finger slid up and down her wet folds and circled around her clit, which was so engorged that I was able to grab it with two fingers and stroke it like a tiny cock.

“I said stop,” Adalyn said, but her legs opened wider, and her hips pressed up into my hand, demanding more. The cock in my pants had yet to lay down fully from when I’d started the fires that morning. I could be in the running for some Kamasutra challenge at this point, but I wasn’t going to resist the urge any longer.

“You really want me to stop?” I asked, dipping my finger deep into her sopping wet pussy. Adalyn moaned, the sound loud, as I started thrusting my finger into her. Using one hand, I got the zipper undone on my pants and pulled my raging length out of the confines of the boxers I’d been wearing. The head was already coated with shiny pre-come, and another droplet formed on the tip as I watched. “I don’t think you want me to stop. In fact, I think you like the fear.”

Adalyn moaned as she bit her lip, her walls clenching around my finger.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” She pushed her hips up into the air, giving me better access as my finger continued to press in and out at a quicker pace. “You don’t know if I’m going to fuck you or kill you, and you love that. In fact, I think that’s what you always loved about me.”

Both my hands continued to work, one sliding up and down my hard cock to smear the wet, slippery pre-cum all over the hard shaft and the other diving in and out of her pussy, which was now fulling humping my finger as I slowed my pace.

Adalyn splayed open the leg closest to me, giving my hand better access between her legs. I looked up at her face and saw it was now a mask of pure pleasure. The fear was still there in her eyes, but a darker desire was overriding it. Adalyn’s eyes were trained on my cock, and I knew she wanted it. She wanted me to give her my virginity and slam the raging cock deep inside of her.

“Isn’t that right, Adalyn? All those nights that you snuck into my room so I could suck on your pussy and dip my tongue into your sweet folds, you worried I might snap and kill you, but that was why you were there.” I added a second finger to the mix, and Adalyn’s back arched off the bed. “Just like how right now, you’re terrified to be in the same room with me, but it makes you wet. It makes you want to come all over my fingers as the fear of possible death heightens your desire.”

The sounds of her eager moaning and the soft squeaks of the bed shifting as my fingers dove between her legs, rocking her body in time to the sensation, filled the room. I stopped fingering her and pulled out, collecting as much of the wetness that she’d produced as possible, and used it to coat my cock.

“I…I…don’t want this,” she said, but her back arched, and her ass wiggled back and forth as she silently begged for more. As her desperate eyes found mine, she licked her lips, then shifted her gaze back to watch the cock moving between my closed fist. My cock looked angry with the distinct shade of red-purple it had become. The throbbing need to come was so strong that I groaned loudly every time my hand slid up to the sensitive head. I looked over at Adalyn writhing on the bed. She was thrusting her hips in my direction in time to my hand’s movements.

“Tell me the truth, Adalyn. The fear is what draws you to me. You’re a kinky little slut, and you try to hide it, but you only wanted me then, and you only want me now because I terrify you, which feeds the darker demands of your body.”

I reached between her legs and gathered more of the wetness steadily leaking from her body like a little stream. I made sure not to give her any satisfaction as I brought it to my cock.

Pulling the boxers down a little further, I was able to hook them under my balls, which pushed them up for her to see as well. The heavy sacs were pulled up tight and throbbing in time to my strokes. I may have been a virgin, but I also knew that I was on the large side, and the hungry look burning in her eyes screamed how much she wanted what I had to offer.

“That’s also why you took a job working as a nurse with the most dangerous and deranged that humanity has to offer. Every person in that place fed the sick darkness in you that craves anxiety as much as the release. You’d come all over me right now if I wrapped my hand around your throat and choked you out while I shoved this thick cock into your pussy, wouldn’t you? Tell me the truth, Adalyn. Tell me now,” I demanded.

She thrashed on the bed like she’d been possessed as she fought back the emotions racing through her body and the argument over what was proper raging in her head.

“Say it! Say the words.”

“Yes,” she finally yelled on a pant. “Yes, to it all.”

My hand stilled as a thought occurred to me, and my eyes snapped up to hers.

“Jim and the others. They raped you, but did you like it? Did you like being used like a slut to be passed around by them? Some gang bang, nonconsensual orgy fetish you’d always secretly wanted?”

She closed her eyes and looked away, and that was all the confirmation I needed. Why had I not seen it until now, what with the way she snuck into the room—the way she’d ask me to push her up against the wall and not be gentle with her. It wasn’t love she felt. It was a carnal lust that attracted her to me like a magnet.

“If they’d wanted to, you’d have let them do it again. Fuck you hard and use you. Wouldn’t you have?”