I wouldn’t hold back if her virginal blood wasn’t enough to keep my cock hard for a week.
I never understood my father’s fascination with virgins. Yes, they’re fun to manipulate, and there’s nothing wrong with a woman answering her man’s every whim, but it is a boring game that loses steam a lot faster than a hotheaded woman who’ll fight you every step of the way.
A true master bends the spine of a disobedient woman. He does not alter his game plan for her.
Well, he didn’t.
While ignoring the incessant ring of alarm bells in my head, I spear my tongue into Megan’s salivating cunt. I’ve lapped up all the goodness coating the outside of her clenching pussy, so now I must concentrate on getting more of the addictive substance keeping my blood thick with adrenaline even without me recording a single worthwhile kill in the last twenty-four hours.
“Fighting it will only make it overwhelm you more,” I growl against Megan’s dripping folds when she fights against the waves of destruction threatening to pull her under. “You’re meant to feel out of control, blinded by hunger. You’re supposed to feel like you’re tripping the fuck out.” I lick her slit with a long, prolonged drag of my tongue before curling it around her throbbing clit. “Because this is a high you want. This one is safe. It is the safest mind fuck there is.”
The wobble of her slim thighs doubles when I hit her clit with back-to-back flicks of my tongue. It’s calloused from where Shelley tried to gnaw it off. She didn’t realize it was me under the mask of the New Year’s Eve ball she attended the year before her death. If she had, she wouldn’t have fought me like she did when I snuck into her house for the first time to watch her sleep. It adds a nice amount of pressure to the strikes I’m hitting Megan’s clit with and has her grunting like a wild animal only seconds later.
“Give it to me,” I growl into her throbbing cunt when she steals the glory before all the thunder rolls in. She keeps clamming up like what we’re doing is eviler than executing the perfect ruse to undo years of torture and lies.
I freeze when a disturbing notion pops into my head.
Don’t worry, this one isn’t as murderous as the ones it handles day in and day out.
“Whatever he told you is a lie.” I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand before locking my eyes with Megan’s. The specks of gold in her hazel eyes appear even brighter since they’re swamped by her pupils, and the wish to come is written all over her face. “We weren’t designed to react a certain way. How we feel, respond, and treat people is taught to us. We just lucked out when we got fuckers more interested in screwing with our heads than the doctors in white coats they took us to when their tactics worked.”
Dad must have drugged me with the good shit as I’ve never spoken this way before. I didn’t mean it is untrue, it’s just unusual for me to be so forthright. “Feeling good isn’t a bad thing. Did you feel good when that piece of shit dropped to the floor like a bag of shit?” I nudge my head to the clerk slumped in a pool of his own blood during the ‘piece of shit’ part of my reply.
When Megan nods, I ask, “Did it feel as good as it did when I had my head burrowed between your legs?” She instantly shakes her head, swelling my cock to the point it’s painful. “So, what’s the issue? If it makes you feel good, why shouldn’t you enjoy it? We’re not here for a long time, Megan, so I plan to make the most of it.”
When I attempt to step back, she curls her feet around my ass and tugs me back in. It isn’t the same rueful yank she did when kicking Lucy away from the bed I wanted to desperately sodomize her on, but it is a clear indication she doesn’t want me to go anywhere.
I’d relish the thought if she weren’t looking up at me with the same gaga eyes she had when I returned to the cabin to collect her.
“What did I tell you about looking at me like that, Megan?” I don’t give her the chance to answer. I backhand her clit, which sends a faint moan bouncing around the dead-silent office. “Don’t ever look at me like that. I am not your savior, Megan. I am a man who was used and abused and caged for years, but my wings have never been fully clipped, and neither have yours.”
After tugging her off the desk, I spin her around then push down between her shoulder blades. Her ass is primed and ready to go. It is drenched with evidence of her arousal, but instead of being the cruel man I was raised to be, I shift my focus to her clenching, wet pussy.
“If there has ever been a good time for you to speak, Megan, it is now. Because once I have you, there will be no turning back. Not for Nick. Not for Cleo. Not for anyone.” The possessiveness in my voice is shocking. I've never heard it have this type of edginess before, and it didn’t even hitch when I mentionedhername. I shouldn’t be surprised. Unlike Cleo, Megan is a good little pet. She does as she’s told, and even if she could talk, I doubt she would. “Final warning, Megan. The board has been cleared. Only the king and queen remain.”
When she peers at me over the waves of brown locks falling in front of her face, I lose all rational thoughts.
She wants to be claimed.
Marked.
Fucked so hard that killing my father won’t be the highlight of her night.
So, with my mind blank and my wish for revenge a distant memory, I line up my cock with the entrance of her clenching cunt, then drive home.
A grunt unlike anything I’ve ever heard before rumbles in my chest, and the walls of her pussy clamp around my twitching shaft. She is so fucking tight and grunting like a feral pig, even with my cock almost fully sunk inside her, I can tell it’s coated with her virginal blood before I even commence withdrawing it.
“If they thought I had lost my mind earlier, they had no fucking clue.” A pleasing zap shoots through my shaft when my eyes drop to watch my cock retreat from Megan’s pussy that is hugging it so fiercely, she’s causing herself more pain than pleasure. “My cock is dripping in your blood. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.” When she arches back to take in the visual thickening my cock to the point it is painful, I say, “Nuh-uh, the only way you’ll get to see is when you’re cleaning up the mess with your tongue.” I stuff my cock back inside her, grunting when my warning increases the wetness between her legs instead of drying it up. She likes the idea of pleasing me, so much so she’d lick her virginal blood off my cock if I demanded her to.
The knowledge sees me adding a flick to my hips during my third and fourth plunge. I’m not usually worried about my little pets coming when I’m between their legs. My father taught me that women were solely created for our pleasure, but this feels different. I want Megan’s cum to be drenching my cock as much as her virginal blood.
“Grip the edge of the desk and lift your ass a little higher.” Megan jumps to my command, which sees her awarded with another two inches of my cock. “Does that feel better?”
She doesn’t answer me, but her moan is the equivalent of a million words. It tells me everything I need to know and then some.
Faster.
Harder.
