The darkness inside welcomes me as I lock the door behind me, and I shrug off my jacket as I head straight for the bedroom. The moonlight filters through the shutters, casting a glow on Eli's figure in bed and he has his back is to me, snoring heavily as usual. I don’t care about his presence tonight—I just need the comfort of the bed. Stripping down to my long, baggy t-shirt and panties, I drunkenly attempt to be quiet, gently pulling back the duvet and slipping under it.
I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling as the room spins slightly from the alcohol. While the night deepens, my thoughts wander back to Hell and the memory of his heated gaze on me tonight. The way he watched me, was as if he could see right through me, stripping away all of my clothes with his enigmatic eyes. God, I can’t wait for him to fuck me. The thought ofhow he will feel deep inside my pussy. How much pleasure and pain we could ignite. Oh, how things have changed just by him taking me in those goddamn woods like he did. It set something unstoppable inside of me.
In the quiet of the night, with Eli’s snores filling the room, I find myself giving in to the pull of my fantasies and I imagine Hell’s touch, his hands on my body, his lips on mine. The thought of our bodies entwined sends a wave of heat through me.
Suddenly, I feel a gust of cold air strike my exposed leg and my dazed eyes slowly open. Swirling, glowing eyes meet mine, hovering ominously above me, and my heart skips a beat, but before I can react, something is stuck over my mouth. As his hand wraps around my throat, my head tilts back involuntarily, and I realize it's duct tape sealing my lips.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” he whispers close to my face with a harsh, threatening rasp. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a frantic reminder of the unsettling situation and with Eli sleeping just beside me, makes it all the more intense. Hell's grip on my throat loosens, and I raise my head, watching his tall, shadowy figure move to the end of the bed.
He reaches over, grabbing my legs, his touch firm as he starts to slowly drag me down the bed and panic surges through me, my body stiffening. My mind races, trying to comprehend how I can stop him. As he pulls me further, the bedsheets rustle, but the tape on my mouth muffles any sound I might make. When I am close to him, I glance up at Eli, but luckily he is still sound asleep, his snores uninterrupted, yet the thought of what Hell might do fills me with dread. The idea of this happening right beside Eli is so fucking wrong. Hell's presence is overwhelming, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes it clear he intends to have his way with me, regardless of the circumstances.
The room feels charged with an electric tension as my wide eyes watch him calmly take off his leather jacket, then lift his hoodie over his head, discarding both items onto the floor.
The moonlight filters through the shutters, shining rays on his ripped body. His spiralling tattoos seem to writhe with each movement, and he ruffles his curly, black hair with his fingers, letting it fall just enough to shadow his glowing gaze.
My chest heaves with a strange mixture of worry and undeniable arousal as he takes a step forward, eyes locked onto mine. He places his hands on my knees, spreading them wide apart before kneeling softly between them.
I hold my hand out with a head shake in protest, but Hell merely catches it and pins it to the bed with a firm grip. He moves closer, his body pressing on top of mine and my breathing quickens, the heat radiating from him, his weight and size in comparison to mine, sets my pussy on fire. I can’t fucking help it.
With his breath hot against my ear, his growing cock presses firmly against my core as he flexes his hips and instinctively, my legs lock around him, pulling him even closer.
“If even so much as a peep escapes your pretty fucking lips, waking him up while I am violating and brutalizing your tight cunt, I'll kill him and still unleash havoc on your beautiful body, but instead, in a pool of his spilled blood,” he says in a dangerous whisper.
I turn my head quickly, my eyes expanded as he lifts his head to meet mine. I feel his calm gaze scanning my panicked face before he rises slowly.
After delivering my warning, I sit back on my knees, gathering her shirt before lifting it up her body and over her head. I watch as her perfect tits bounce from the movement, her nipple piercings glistening in the light. I then move on to the strings of her panties, drawing them down her smooth legs.
She complies, knowing I am fucking serious, the panic is clear on her face which only arouses me. Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are wide, darting between me and the door behind me as if looking for an escape that doesn't fucking exist.
When she is entirely naked, I take a moment to admire her beautiful body, each curve, and every detail. Then, leaning over, I take her nipple into my mouth. She breathes deeply through her nose at the sensation—the small clink of her piercing meeting mine. Her body responds with a tremble, arching her back to be closer as I suck and roughly tug, tightening my teeth on the metal and dragging it back before consuming it entirely again. While I savage both of her tits, I slip my hand between her thighs.
My aim tonight is a disturbing game, something I can’t get off my deranged mind, and I will achieve it. A sadistic preparation for her to take me on Dark Night and while I do it, somehow, she is going to have to stay silent if she wants Limp Dick to live.
My fingers slip through her slick pussy lips, finding her clit instantly and I begin to rub hard in circular motions, my touch unrelenting. Her legs instinctively tighten around me, but I flick them away with a firm shove, demanding she keep them wide open for me.
I raise my head, my lips tingling from ravaging her tits, and bring my mouth close to the tape.
“The more you resist me, the more you'll tempt me to wake him up and make him watch what I do to you,” I murmur, my voice a quiet, stern threat. “Now, be a good Little Dolly and keep those fucking legs spread wide for me, no matter how intense this gets.”
Her eyes expand with fear, but she nods, the air thick with the scent of her arousal betraying how deep down she is into this warped shit.
I lower myself down her body, sinking my teeth into her stomach, testing her pain threshold. Her sharp breaths and whimpers fuel my wicked desire as I continue until I position myself between her legs. My hands trail down her inner thighs, pressing into her soft flesh, my fingers digging into her skin before I attack, diving my face into her.
I devour her cunt violently, savoring her taste with a primal hunger. I could suffocate in this pretty pussy and keel over a happy fucking man. Her body writhes, her back arching, the curve of her tits casting shadows in the dim light, her rigid nipples pointing upward. I am brutal, doing everything I can to make her squeak, but my Dolly doesn’t give in. I bite down on her swollen clit, gnawing on it, drawing mute cries of pain and pleasure from her, but I don't eat her come yet; I'm saving that. I need her to be fucking soaked for what I am about to do.
When she starts pushing on my head, trying to reduce my savagery, I grab her wrists and pin them to her thighs, forcing her to remain exposed and vulnerable to me. I go harder, my tongue and teeth working in sync until finally, she reaches her peak. My eyes flicker upward as I watch her body clenching, her attempts to stifle the powerful orgasm almost impossible.
Limp Dick continues to sleep, oblivious to the scene unfolding beside him, out of his head on smack. Meanwhile, I feast on Noir's perfect cunt, consuming her with an intensity that leaves no doubt who the fuck owns her.
I release one of her wrists, snatching them both with one hand. My cock strains so hard against my jeans that I have to drag my zipper down for relief, shoving my hand in my boxers to draw it out, thumping, dripping, and fucking heavy with need. I begin to jerk myself off, unable to contain the arousal she stirs in me.
I make her come again while I continue the persistent strokes on my dick. As she descends from her second high, I lift my head, kneeling once again between her legs. Keeping my grip on her wrists, I shuffle on my knees until they are pressed against her inner thighs, keeping them spread for what’s next.
She tenses up as I lean over once again, attacking her tits while jerking my cock fast against her sensitive clit. Until, finally, I shoot my warm jizz, aiming for her pussy. I press my forehead against her chest, breathing heavily as my entire body tingles.
Once I am finished, I tuck myself back inside my boxers and lift myself up. I raise her arms, pinning her wrists above her head, my knees brutally pressing against her inner thighs as I hover over her, my lips close against the duct tape. I stare into her glazed eyes, her spirit and dignity broken but not yet shattered.
This is just the fucking beginning. She will learn that her fight only fuels my need to control her, to break her completely and when she finally gives in, fully and utterly, only then will I be satisfied. Until then, my sickening games continue.
