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"That's right," I say. "I know nothing about you. All I know is our story. And our story doesn't end here."
Grabbing her by the ankle, I pull her down on the bed until she's next to me. I get on top of her, caging her body beneath mine and letting her feel the weight of me on top of her.
"You're going to keep being a little bitch, huh? I know how to discipline girls like you. I've done it plenty of times and I have no qualms doing it again."
"Get off me," she starts, but I cut her off by slapping her face hard.
She whimpers and I see the imprint of my palm on her face. It feels damn good to hurt her. Even though I know I shouldn't, I can't stop myself from delivering more and more pain to Tallulah's innocent body. Her defiance is getting on my nerves and the desire to be inside her is strong. I don't stop myself from taking what I want. Not this time.
My goal has been achieved. All I have to do is part her legs and start talking, and she gets wet in seconds. My fingers are already drenched in her juices, even though she reluctantly looks away. I imagine her eyes beneath the blindfold. Always open or always closed?
I wonder whether or not she'd watch me while I did this. Or if she'd keep her eyes closed, hoping it would be over as soon as possible.
But she doesn't have that luxury. Now, she's stuck in the world of darkness when she can only hope I'll take mercy on her. We both know I won't.
I smirk, unzipping my pants and moving my boxers out of the way until my cock's in my hand. The meaty girth is swelling with desire. I want to be inside her again. But something prevents me from burying myself in her folds.
"Get on your feet," I tell her.
I move out of the way so she can get up, and she reluctantly follows my orders. She stands up while I circled her like a predator. It doesn't take long for me to pull out the whip I've brought with me. Yet another advantage of her being blindfolded. She can't see anything and doesn't know what to expect.
"Since I gave you something so nice last time, I thought this time would be the perfect time to show you some pain, to show you what you're in for."
As I speak, I start trailing the leather whip over her breasts and down her backside. It's a premonition of what's to come and even though Tallulah doesn't seem to realize it yet, I think she's starting to sense that I'm going to hurt her today.
Soon enough, I start raining blows all over her tender skin. She yelps every time the leather hits her skin, and tries to move out of the way. But one slap from me is enough to ensure she stays, so I keep going, the welts over her skin rising as I attack her body with such force, I'm afraid I'll make her bleed.
She won't cry, and that pisses me off even more. I'm starting to enjoy the sight of her tears and even more so, the taste of them. I want to lick them off her face, show her what she's truly meant to be. But she doesn't budge, doesn't break, and that makes me angry.
I grab her by the throat, coming up behind her and pushing my cock against her gentle, tender little holes.
"Why won't you cry for me?" I whisper in the shell of her ear. "Is it so difficult to give in to the man who's your betrothed's brother? Because you should be doing everything I tell you. Every time you resist me is only a chance for me to hurt you more."
Once again, she doesn't respond.
I walk her up to the wall, place her palms on it and attack her. The letter flogger does its job well, and she starts whimpering and crying out every time I hit her. But still, no tears come.
"What will it take for me to see a single tear?" I growl.
I grab my cock, pushing slightly into her, and then slowly sliding to her other hole.
"Have you ever had a cock in there, Tallulah? Do you think that will make you cry?"
She doesn't respond, even though we both know full well she hasn't. Slowly, I start inching my cock closer to her entrance, getting past the point where her ass won't let me in and slowly pushing in deeper and deeper.
She lets out more whimpers, but no tears come. I know this has got to be painful for her. But I have no mercy left for Tallulah. The moment the tip of my cock slips inside her, she lets out the choked sob, still not crying.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask her darkly. "Maybe you just wanted to be hurt all along. Maybe this is your wet dream come to life."
I start fucking her, her arm still caged behind her back and her body shakily accepting my assault. The sex gets more and more violent and I start pounding into her with the entire length of my cock, ripping her up from the inside.
"This isn't even what you want. I thought you wanted to make a baby," she rasps pathetically.
"Well, well, well look who's come around that idea. Maybe you want that baby after all. But no, I'm only going to do that once I take this little hole for myself. Xavier hasn't had it yet, and that excites me."
I start bruising her brutally. Even though it hurts... I don't give a shit.
I push, watching her screaming on my cock, ready to give me everything she has to give. With my fingers wrapped around her throat, leaving a bruising touch against her tender skin, I laugh at Tallulah as she sobs for me to stop.
