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“You know your begging only makes me harder. I’ve missed you so much, dahlia. I can tell you’ve missed me too.”
She pulls her arms, trying to break through the ropes. “You’re delusional. You’re sick in the head. I. Don’t. Want. This.”
With my free hand, I grab a handful of her breast, rolling her nipple back and forth tightly between my fingers. Her back arches off the bed as she growls. She’s always been so responsive to my touch, as she writhes from the pleasure.
My cock is begging to be suffocated by her tight cunt. It’s been deprived for far too long and just wants to die a death by Tara’s pussy. Giving my length a few more strokes, I slide it excruciatingly slow between her folds. I revel in the warmth, wishing I was actually inside her, having her squeeze the life out of me. She’s trying to resist me and act like she doesn’t want this, although I’ll break that nasty little idea soon enough.
As much as I want to fuck her now, I’m not done playing with her yet. I still have to punish her for all the time lost because of her. Make her squirm. Make her beg.
When I plunge inside her, she’ll feel me for the rest of her life, ingrained on her walls.
“So wet like I suspected. You’re already drenching my cock, and I’m not even inside you.”
She uses all her strength to try to stop me. She bucks her hips, tries to move her legs and pulls against the restraints, but none of it works. Her emerald eyes tell me the truth, however. She doesn’t want to be free; she loves being under my control. She’s getting off on this.
Soon enough, sweet dahlia.
I slide off her and grab her before she can kick me. With my grip tight around her thighs, I spread her wide and move between her legs, lining my throbbing erection up with her entrance.
She lifts her hips to get away, causing me to rub against her bare pussy. She doesn’t get far before I lean over her, putting enough weight on her so her ass is back on the bed.
“I’m going to take what’s mine. You know I own this pussy. You know I deserve to take what I want. I’ll fuck you so hard until I erase every other man you’ve ever been with. You’ve been a little whore for seven years, haven’t you? But they were never enough for you, isn’t that right? They weren’t me, and you knew that deep down inside. Your pussy will only want my cock, my cum.” I can’t wait to come so deep inside her that I make sure she’s mine forever. I’ll do it every day until I know she can’t escape me.
“Zayan, stop. Don’t. You don’t want to do this. If you…if you do, I’ll be a shell. I’ll be a ghost if you do this. Don’t…don’t do it.” Her voice still has a growl to it, but she’s losing some of the fight I saw in her earlier.
I didn’t think it would be so easy to break her down.
I need more from her. She knows how I like this little game we play. I push her to the edge, then leave her waiting, the anticipation of when I’ll come back weighing on her brain.
I won’t fuck her now; I’ll let her think I’m trying to be better. That I’ve changed. But when I come back later, it’ll be just like old times.
“Have you been fucking them to try to forget me? Bet you couldn’t get me out of your mind. You whored yourself out and couldn’t be satisfied. Bet that little husband of yours couldn’t either. I’m the only one who knows just how you like it. I’m the only one who knows your desires.”
Taking a deep breath, I slip the tip of cock inside her. I need just a little, for now, to hold me over until I’m in so deep that neither of us can breathe. She’s so fucking warm. Her pussy is my home.
A choked sob escapes Tara as she yells for me to stop.Music to my ears.
I need to get out of here now before I ruin our favorite game. I fight with myself to not plunge deep inside her. But I’m here for the long run.
Jumping off the bed, I tuck my erection back in my jeans and zip them up. “I’ll be back to destroy that perfect pussy, my little slut.”
I can hear her fighting as I turn and head out of the room. I close the door behind me and lean against it, listening to her pained cries.Mmm, my kinky girl plays the game even after I’ve left the room.My hand slips into my pocket, rolling the two little pills I stuffed in there before leaving for Tara’s parent’s house.
I hope you’re ready for the best high of your life, dahlia.
Death.
It’s inevitable.
Thinking about your death should be weird. It should feel daunting and terrifying.
One minute you’re alive, breathing, and going about your day; the next you’re not.
Poof, just like that, you’re no longer here.
In the blink of an eye, everything can change.
The funny thing, though, is that time doesn’t stop once you're gone. Everyone keeps living their lives without you, as though you were an insignificant blip on the continuous cycle of life.
