Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Please,” she moans.
She’s begging for mercy. Or maybe she’s begging for more.
She knew what I was from the beginning. She thought she wanted to see me brought to justice because she understood the kind of monster I was. But that good and proper impulse to turn me in has been perverted. She is my plaything. My pet. She walked into my life and cast herself into the role of my possession, and now I am giving her everything she dreaded and desired at once.
“Is your hot little ass sore?” I tease her as I pull out almost all the way, then slide back in. I drip more lubricant along the shaft of my cock, making it a little more comfortable for her. Of course, there’s no real comfortable way to be fucked in a caned ass.
This is going to hurt, and she deserves it to hurt.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you deep like this every day of your life,” I tell her. “There’s not going to be a single night you don’t feel my cock inside some part of you. You’re going to be a hot little sleeve for me. Your purpose, from now on, is to take my dick like the dirty pet you are. Do you understand?”
She makes some grunting sound, and I know she’s trying to resist. I won’t allow that. She has to submit to me.
“Say yes, or you won’t come.”
She resists, so I pin her down and I start pounding her harder, faster, showing her how ruthlessly her ass can be used, and how merciful I was being up until this moment.
Now she is wailing, writhing, begging, but she’s still not promising to be my pretty, obedient little cock sleeve. I can feel her coming, little orgasmic peaks that are nothing compared to what I intend to eventually wring from her.
“Say it, pet.”
“Yes! Okay, yes!”
“Not like that. Not as if it’s an inconvenience,” I purr. “Tell me you’re going to be my personal set of holes for the rest of your life. Tell me how you are going to be used by me.”
Charlie
He is so damn cruel. It’s not enough that he’s saying these terrible, filthy things to me. He also has to bring me down to his level. He won’t give up until he has thoroughly crushed my rebellion.
I am aware of the eyes of the others upon us, witnessing his triumph and my downfall. But I could never have won in this little game. I was always going to lose. I think I knew that on the very first day we met.
From the moment I saw him, this series of events were inevitable.
If I believe him when he says he chose me to be his little victim in this game, then it was decided before I thought I had a choice. But I don’t know if I do believe that. I’m not sure that who is predator and who is prey will ever be entirely clear between us.
But I do know that we are surrounded by both allies and enemies, many of whom wear the very same face because they are one and the same. This is a group of people so dangerous the air itself seems thick with their predatory instincts.
In their eyes, I am a gazelle being taken apart before the pride. I am a sacrifice to a cloister of cruel gods. I am the innocence they love, loathe, and must see defiled.
This won’t be over until I capitulate.
“Pet,” Marcus growls again, his cock stilling in my ass. I feel the throb of his thick meat inside me, stretching the tender walls of a part of my body never designed to be used in this way.
Though this is public, there is fragile privacy in the little whispers and moans between us. His lips are next to my ear, and he can hear the little gasps I make.
“Will you forgive me?” I whisper the question, knowing that the answer could break me.
It is all that matters in this moment. He took me in as his pet because he could not trust women and he wanted full control of one to punish.
I was never meant to mean anything to him.
But he has come to mean everything to me.
There is something in the unspoken between us, animal chemistry and broken internal wiring. We fit together, he and I. We match. We are mates.
I feel him so deeply inside me, not just his cock, but his essence, his very soul. We are wrapped around one another, playing out our pain between us, absolving one another, maybe even healing one another.
It shouldn’t be this good to be this bad.
I hear him take in a breath, his pelvis pinning mine to the floor, his cock still throbbing inside my ass, his pulse keeping time in this brief eternity.