She shakes her head frantically, her eyes expanding. “No, Madame said it's part of the act, I—.” She protests breathlessly, “It didn't mean anything, Hell.”
Of course, it fucking didn't, but I am a nasty, sick motherfuck who likes to see fear in her eyes, but there is nothing more I like to see than her being degraded.
When I hear Soul pull out a chair behind me, I side-eye over my shoulder as he takes a lazy seat, his back resting against the wall while he watches us from across the small kitchen.
My eyes then dart in an eerie manner to Noir beneath me, watching her chest heave with rapid, panicked breaths and my fingers find the hooks on the front of her corset.
When she reaches out to stop me, I grip her throat hard without warning, squeezing until her breath becomes restricted.
“Want to act like a fucking slut? You'll be treated like one,” I growl, my tone drenched with dominance.
Her black pointed nails dig into my hand, desperately clawing for release, but I remain unbothered. Carefully, I unhook her corset one clasp at a time, my movements unhurried. Her face deepens to a purplish hue, but I wait until the final hook is undone before releasing my grip.
She gasps for air, her body shuddering as colour floods back into her cheeks. Seizing the moment in her vulnerability, I gently peel open her corset, exposing each of her perfect tits. Leaning inclose, I let my breath ghost over her lips. “Stop fucking with me, Noir. You know what the fuck I am. I will kill you both,” I hiss.
She stays silent, her jaw set tight, still fighting for air as I draw back and reach between her legs. Sliding my fingers into the gaps, with a harsh pull, I rip her fishnets into a single, gaping hole. My fingers sneak beneath her lace panties, and with one swift tug, I snap them, exposing her pretty cunt to me. I keep my eyes locked on hers, watching a myriad of emotions flicker across her face.
She shakes her head once, glancing down at Soul behind me. “But—”
I give her no chance to continue, dipping my head between her thighs. I place a soft kiss on my name carved into her skin, reminding who owns her before flattening my pierced tongue against her and tracing a slow path up the slit of her pussy. She gasps loudly, her head tilting back as her legs cradle my head. My palms glide over her inner thighs before I violently force them wide apart until they are pressed against the table and start eating her out aggressively, my mouth devouring her with a ferocious intensity.
Her legs shudder as I dip in and out of her pussy hole, then glide up to gnaw and bite at her clit. She can never hold her moans when I touch her, each sound she makes igniting a fire within me, my cock already swelling and dripping in my pants.
Digging my fingers deeper into her thighs with a possessive growl, she reaches down, taking handfuls of my curly hair, completely surrendering to the situation as always, encouraging me to continue.
I feast on her pussy like she is my favourite fucking meal because she is, and when she is throbbing for release, I drawback, my gaze lingering on her soaked, swollen cunt before I spit directly into her little leaking hole.
Gradually standing, my darkened eyes trail up the center of her body, relishing every inch of her. As she struggles to compose herself, I snatch her wrist and yank her upright. Gripping the back of her hair, I forcefully turn her around and bend her over the table, her face slamming against the wood with a thud.
“Hell!” she shouts followed by a groan.
I wrap her hair tightly around my fist, ensuring she keeps her head down as I swiftly release my belt buckle.
“You're not seriously going to fuck me in front of him, are you?” she gasps, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal as she squirms beneath me.
Ignoring her protest, I plunge my hand into my boxers, feeling the pulsating heat of my hard dick. With a rough motion, I pull it out, revealing myself. As I slide the tip up her pussy, I sense the involuntary shudder that courses through her body.
“Hell, I—” she pleads before I press her head down further, cutting her off with an aggressive snarl. “I swear, Dolly, shut the fuck up.”
Positioning myself on her soaked hole, I slide into her in one swift, brutal movement, hitting her cervix instantly, eliciting a scream from her lips as her pussy clenches around me. I groan at the sensation, my eyes growing heavy before tugging her hair back, forcing her to lift her head. My other hand slips beneath her thigh before I lift it and place it high on the table, holding it in place.
I waste no time banging into her cunt, driving myself as deep as I can with each rough penetration, determined to teach her afucking lesson. Despite her cries, she succumbs to bliss within a matter of seconds, her pussy gripping me in a vice-like tightness.
But I don't stop; I ram my cock deeper, aggressively hammering into her until she cannot take any more, her peachy ass rippling and bouncing against my pelvis, her come smothering my balls with each powerful thrust.
After a relentless session of brutal fucking, I finally release inside her, my climax shaking me to the core. I pour my hot cum into her pussy with uncontrolled force, each pulse of ecstasy reverberating through my body. My legs almost give way, and as I loosen my grip on her hair, her head falls down, her cheek hitting the table from exhaustion.
Breathing heavily, I press my forehead against her sweaty back, my heart pounding like a drum. I kiss and bite her skin with fervor, lost in the primal intensity of the moment. I revel in the sensation of emptying myself inside her every damn time, consumed by the obsession of our connection.
As I come down from my high, my awareness sharpens, and I run my tongue up her spine, savouring the taste of her sweet and salty skin. I kiss her shoulder, my desire unabated.
Once I reach her ear, I speak low and breathlessly, “Such a good girl for me.”
I lift myself but keep her leg in place as I gaze down noticing her eyes closed, trying to relegate her breathing.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I spot Soul still sitting there, his eyes fixed on Noir with a darkness that matches my own. When our gazes finally meet, he lifts a brow inquisitively.
“Was that my punishment, to watch you drill her?” he questions with a hint of amusement in his voice. “I wouldn't say that was much of a bad thing, Hell.”
