Page 12 of House of Horrors

My head nods eagerly, my tongue tracing my bottom lip in anticipation of what he might want. Let me please you. I’ll show you how good I am, I plead silently.

“See, boys? Just a disgusting slut asking to be used.” He runs the blade of the knife along my cheek, careful not to slice me. The coldness makes me shiver, but I love the feeling of teetering on the edge of madness. I want to plummet deeper with Jason, to see how far we can go together.

My eyes lock onto his, fixating on the way his pupils have blown out, large, black saucers in his handsome face.

“Don’t be gentle. I can handle anything you give me.”

While I’m held back by his friend, Jason lifts my dress. I bite my lip, heat pooling at the apex of my thighs. He gently traces my skin with the blade, the slow, teasing touch torturous. I’m on the verge of begging him to stop this unbearable ache. A soft whimper escapes as I thrust my hips. I gasp at the stinging pain blooming from where the blade cuts into my skin, but I don’t care. I need more.

He laughs, dragging his finger along the outside of my underwear. I track it as it trails down over my pussy, and my eyes roll back. My breath hitches, each exhale rougher than the last. I’m afraid I might come undone.

“You’re soaked. What a dirty stepsister I have.” Jason slaps my pussy. The shock makes my body hum, and I again moan, loudly and unashamedly. The attention of his two friends turns the tension into something even hotter. I want Jason to take me in front of them, to show Nicky and John that I belong to him.

My hands grip the forearm restraining me as I watch Jason cut the sides of my underwear. He tucks my panties into his jacket, treating them like a souvenir, as though there’s something about me worth keeping. “You don’t need those.” He brings his face closer, lips hovering above mine. “You need to be open and ready for me whenever I want to use you. You’re nothing but a pretty piece of meat.”

He called me pretty. He thinks I’m pretty.

If anyone else talked to me with such objectification, I’d cut their balls off. But with Jason it’s different. It’s part of a game we’ve fallen into, even if his hot and cold behavior still leaves me trying to make sense of him.

My body is alert and open to Jason’s authority, eager for him to shape me as he desires. Surrendering control unleashes something liberating and exciting. But it’s also a path for me to get what I want.

Him.

It’s all for him.

“Now get on the ground and ride my boot. Show me what a good little sister you are.”

The grip around my neck loosens, and I quickly drop to my knees, my core hovering over his left boot’s toe. I lift my gaze to Jason. His pupils flare even wider than before, darkness swallowing the color. But beneath them? Hunger, raw and unmistakable. It’s this connection that explains why I’ve been obsessed with him from the start.

My pussy touches the leather and I whine, my arms curling around his leg.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I hear Nicky grunt out. “I need a better view.” From the corner of my eye, I see the blond man walk around into my line of sight. I begin to rock my hips, dragging my cunt against his boot. Knowing there’s an audience only spurs me on to make Jason proud. I don’t want to disappoint him in front of his friends.

My arousal slicks up the leather, letting me slide up and down faster, my moans filling the alleyway. While I’m fucking myself on his shoe, there’s no shame. Only freedom and the unrelenting drive to take my pleasure.

“You make everyone insane. Look.” Jason’s voice cracks, rough and uneven, like he’s slipping out of control.

I look over, caught in a haze of need that makes it hard to focus. Nicky pumps his cock viciously in his fist, leather pants gathered by his knees with his eyes locked on us. He grins, noticing my attention, never slowing his pace, never looking away.

“Even John has his cock out for you. You’re such a whore, fucking yourself in front of my friends.” My eyes return to him. “Don’t stop. You’re going to come for us, you dirty little slut.”

He’s so mean. I love it. My fingers curl tighter into his pants for balance while I grind faster. I arch into the sensation, head tipped back as cold air kisses my skin and my moans tangle with the slick rhythm around me.

Jason angles his foot higher, the toecap hitting my clit at the right angle. My eyes pop open as I gasp, trying to hold myself together, to stop from going over the edge. It’s a battle I quickly lose. A loud shriek rips itself from my lungs, my body shaking from the heat spilling between my thighs and onto his leather boot.

Jason keeps rocking his foot through my release, dragging broken whimpers from my throat. I’m unable to stop my body from shuddering helplessly against him again and again.

“J-Jason, Jason, please.”

“Has my little sex doll had enough?”

I weakly nod my head, slumping against his leg. Jason leans down, grips my chin, and forces my attention back to Nicky. I watch him come into his fist, a low curse slipping past his lips. “What a good girl,” Jason purrs while my pussy weeps from his attention and praise. “Now lick off your cum. I want my boot to be shining.”

Slowly, I unwrap myself from his leg and shuffle backwards before bending down, my face inches from his shoe.

It’s disgusting to kneel in an alley, dirt covering my knees, with my ass and swollen pussy exposed for his friends to see, but I love every moment. This is exactly where I want to be.

My tongue swipes across the leather as I lick his boot clean. Jason hums his approval when I sit up and wait patiently for his next demand. A red energy glows around Jason, blurring the edges of his body.