Page 71 of The Monster in Me


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“Fuck you,” I cry out, spitting in his face, my saliva coating the purplish bruise under his right eye. I ache to give him one to match along his left side.

“Yes you will, my love.” With that last word, one I’m not sure I heard correctly, he lifts me and throws me back against his bed, quickly removing his shirt by pulling it from behind his neck and over his head in one swift tug. I feel my pussy throb in response, his abs glistening under the light coming in through the open balcony, as he picks up a belt that was so conveniently located along his dresser. He creeps closer to me, the anticipation making me so fucking wet, I can practically feel my arousal dripping out of me.

“Hands out where I can see them love,” he demands, and fuck I’m so damn quick to obey. There is that fucking word again, making desperate as fuck, butterflies flutter in my stomach. Gone is the sassy, dirty mouthed girl that just told him to go to hell seconds ago, and in her place is a needy, submissive slut ready and willing to comply with her monster’s every command. “Good Little Wolf,” he coos, his voice thick and dripping with seduction, a damn near perfect smirk on his gorgeous face.

Dropping to his knees before me, the bed dipping as his body settles upon it, he uses the belt to tether my hands together, the cold leather cutting into the skin around my wrists. However, I welcome the pain, knowing it will only get better with time. He lifts my hands over my head with one hand, using the other to tug at my legs pulling me to lay flat against the mattress. My head falls back onto the pillow as he holds my head against the headboard. Then out of fucking nowhere he produces a rope, like a real boy-scout looking rope, quickly tying a knot on each end, overlapping it onto the belt and tying both ends onto the posters of the headboard. His monster erection has been teasing me this entire time, hanging out in the open, glistening with his delectable precum, my mouth aching to suck it dry.

He tugs roughly on the rope to ensure it is secure, jolting my hands together, the leather cutting deeper into me as the rope burns against my skin. “Fuck,” I cry out in pain.

“Not yet, baby, but almost.” He proceeds to yank my leggings down my legs along with my G-string, which surely looks like a drenched mess if his devious smile is any indication. “God I can already smell you baby, fucking perfect.”

“Cupcake please,” I cry out like a needy bitch, using the nickname I’ve gotten used to calling him when he pisses me off knowing he hates it.

“You’re the only thing that’s about to be devoured like you're covered in frosting, my sweet girl.” Eagerly he rips my top in half in one quick and flawless tug. My nipples ache in response, the cold air of the room's air condition hitting them full force while I lay here naked beneath him. “Fuck Jade, these tits,” he groans, reaching down and filling both hands with my sensitive breasts, “They’re absolutely perfect.” He lowers his mouth to my right breast, he always goes right, lapping his tongue around one taut peak, sucking it into his mouth as he pinches my other, rubbing it in between his calloused fingertips. The sensation is overwhelming, making me writhe beneath him in agony, my hands restrained above my head only adding to the pleasure. I can’t stop him, all I can do is revel in the feel of his mouth on me as I ache to come apart.

“Sebastian please, I need more, please,” I beg, my voice breathy and tremulous with need.

“In time my love, right now I plan to savor every inch of you baby and remind you why you belong to me, and best of all why you love it.” His mouth continues to assault my nipples, taking his time giving each one the attention it deserves, and I’m quite sure the sensitivity is a symptom of the pregnancy, but I’m about to come from just that.

His mouth moves lower, licking every inch of my stomach, blowing soft kisses against my skin as his tongue leaves a trail of saliva down the center. Finally, his mouth reaches its favorite place, his hands finding my thighs and pushing them apart, opening me wide. My legs stretch open as far as they can, leaving me completely exposed before him. The cold air stings against my pussy but not in a bad way, more painful because of how badly I am aroused. I need him to touch me, to lick me, and eat me.

“Fuck Jade, how did I get so lucky as to have this,” he murmurs into my pussy, his nose inhaling my scent making his eyes turn dark almost black with desire.

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