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“I can see you wondering just how sadistic I am, Miss Korsgaard, but I have a secret.” He paused and cocked his head, his cold eyes lit by some sort of creepy internal fire. “Even I’m not sure.”
She opened her mouth wide, about to scream her safeword, but she couldn’t remember how to speak.
A hand wrapped around her hip. In one swift jerk he stabbed into her.
Pain shot through her pussy.
He was several thrusts into fucking her before her scream of terror even found its way out of her mouth.
Cock, not knife.
She almost pissed herself.
She’d heard the blade clatter to the floor, but it hadn’t computed for a long moment.
When had he even unzipped?
She fought him but he kept possession of her hips, holding her easily, like a doll. His dick felt edged and metal, thrusting mind-numbingly deep inside her, stretching her wide, hurting. A low, evil chuckle vibrated in her ear, one that made her almost as afraid as the knife he’d dropped.
“Are you trying to take my tight little cunt away? Such a bad girl.” He bit her neck, and if she hadn’t felt like a clown puppet spitted on its stick, she might have come on the fucking spot.
Her bare feet scrambled for purchase as she tried to make him withdraw. She couldn’t reach the floor, so the backs of his calves were her next try, but even that didn’t lift her far enough off his lap. She brought her legs up and hooked her feet behind her ass, just above his knees. As she tried to squirm up off of him, he pushed down on her hips and thrust up, but allowing her to keep a few inches of cock out of her to preserve her poor, bruised cervix.
“Please, no,” she whimpered.
“Fuck.” He shuddered. “Say it again.”
“You’re hurting me!”
He hummed with approval but then stopped moving, studying her expression. “Are you safewording?”
“I’m very, very sore, Mister Leduc. Please, could I satisfy you some other way? Maybe with my mouth?”
“Maybe your ass would have an easier time satisfying me today.”
“Nooo,” she whined, clamping a hand over her poor, abused asshole. There wasn’t a bit of her that hadn’t been recently abused to slake a man’s lust. Even her jaw ached. Having two virile men to play with sounded like fun until a girl realized they constantly wanted to fuck.
She really should have chosen men with smaller dicks. And fewer muscles. Maybe submissive men she could keep caged until she wanted to use them.
He let her go, but as she pulled off of him his frown said she might be in for a dire punishment. She ground her clit against his cock, dry humping him...well...not-so-dry humping him. The veins of his shaft and the friction from his piercings made her gasp. He grunted, looking confused but not as displeased as he had moments before. Ugh, she was so sore, but she’d gone from horny to scared to really horny, and she needed to come.
She wanted to grab his shoulders and rub against his beautiful chest and lick his fucking tattoos – suck his nipple rings, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Groaning, she
shoved her hips forward and rubbed hard against the shaft of his cock. Her clit screamed with the kind of pain that told her she’d regret the hell out of this later, but damn he felt good. She clutched convulsively at his knees, and squirmed on top of him, checking his expression for any sign he might be freaking out. His eyes went from confused to half lidded, watching her in that way of his that conveyed sexual approval. It always made her want to do something wild and blow his mind. Something hot and slutty.
Carefully, she leaned in and licked the seam of his lips. He deepened the kiss, grabbing her throat but not squeezing. She sucked his tongue, and the squirming of her hips made her pussy slide up and down his whole cock with no real rhythm. When he pulled his mouth from hers and let go of her neck, it was only to watch her, expression heavy with approval. Every trip her clit made up or down his partial Jacob’s ladder had her moaning and whimpering, and she went from trying to put on a show to using his body to chase her own orgasm.
His hands went to her breasts, tugging at her nipples with pinches that were exactly right. She moaned into his mouth, and his hands gave up their torment, cupping her ass instead, controlling her movements, making her slow down right when she was about to come hard.
“Please, Master,” she begged, squirming on him.
“Please what? Please stop?” He stopped, the corner of his mouth quirking as he sank his fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks to hold her still.
She pouted at him and tried to move. “No!”
“Please throw you down and fuck you?”
“Nooo,” she moaned. “I’m too sore! Please just let me...” She tried to show him what she meant by moving her hips, but he didn’t allow it.
