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He chuckles. “You know why pigs are the only animal I’ve purchased for this farm?”
I shake my head and glance in the direction of the pen.
“They make the disposal process easy. They eat 99% of the human body. Practically leaving no trace at all.” The tips of his fingers run down my cheek. “It would be such a beautiful sight,” he whispers.
“What would be?” I ask.
“Your death.”
I don’t know how to respond. I mean, who says shit like that? And why do I feel wetness between my thighs right now? Why am I getting off on his threats?
“I can smell you, your desire.” His fingertips travel down my throat, over the leather of the belt that is firmly wrapped around my neck. “Do you get off on fear, Little Bee?”
“I get off on you, Dominic,” I admit while squeezing my legs together.
He smirks. Although I can make out a hint of surprise on his face. What’s the point of lying? Denying that this crazed psychopath in front of me is anything but sinfully beautiful?
His fingertips reach my belly button and circle around it. I squirm under his featherlight touch. I want those fingers to keep moving, to travel farther south.
“You are something else, Lucy Christianson.” He smiles, actually smiles. Not smirks or grins or any of those other forced reactions I’ve seen from him before. “I’m going to fucking enjoy every second I get to keep you.” He drops to his knees before lifting my left leg and resting it on his shoulder.
My head hits the wood behind me as I tip my chin towards the ceiling, while his breath breezes over my clit, causing my whole body to shake. Dominic’s hands palm the globes of my ass and his fingers dig into the flesh as he spreads my cheeks apart. He drags his tongue from my back hole right up to my clit and then down again. Circling it around my back entrance.
“I’m going to claim every fucking inch of this body,” he says, shoving what feels like two fingers into my dripping pussy.
I would respond, if I weren’t overcome with sensations unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He fingers me, curling those digits up inside and reaching that magic button, all while continuing to lick my asshole. I’ve never done anything like this before, but goddamn does he make me want to try it all. Everything. If it feels half as good as this, it’ll be worth it.
My hands pull on the rope, my fingers curling around the fibres and tugging. Every time my body slackens, the belt around my neck begins to cut off my air supply. Fuck, it’s a dizzying combination. Pleasure mixed with fear. The threat of passing out from a lack of oxygen. My one supporting leg begins to give way and buckle. I can’t hold myself any longer. I scream at the top of my lungs, the bliss overcoming the panic, until my voice goes hoarse, my vision blurs, and my lungs burn. Then, I feel my body being lifted and I suck in a lungful of air.
“Fuck.” Dominic stands, holding me upright. “You good?” he asks.
“Uh-huh, better than good.” I smile. One of his hands reaches up for the belt. “Stop. Don’t you dare remove that yet. Fuck me, Dominic. Now,” I demand.
“What? Lucy, you almost just passed the fuck out.”
“You wanted to watch me take my last breath. You did. Now, fuck me, Dom. Please…”
He looks torn. I don’t know what’s going through his head all of a sudden. A moment ago, he wanted to see me dead, and now he appears devastated. But at least my suspicions were confirmed. He’s not going to hurt me. He could have let me hang myself right then. What a way to die, though, in the midst of a soul-shattering orgasm.
Dominic reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. He unzips his jeans, frees his rock-hard cock, and rolls the latex down onto it.
“Do you just carry those around all the time?” I ask him.
“I learnt from this morning. From now on, I will always have one on me.” He hoists my legs up, holding them around his waist.
“I like that you learn from your mistakes.” I laugh.
Dominic lines up his cock with my entrance and, without warning, slams into me. My back hits the wooden pole with an audible thud.
“Ahhh.” The painful sting from his intrusion gives way to pleasure, and as he withdraws and slams back into me, my legs squeeze tighter around his waist.
“You know, I thought I would be the one to kill you, but just maybe, Little Bee, you’re going to kill me first,” he says, withdrawing slightly only to thrust forward again.
“I don’t get off by fucking corpses, and as long as you’re good at this, I’d like you to keep breathing,” I tell him.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he increases his pace. Holding my body still against the pole as he pistons in and out of me. “Come for me. Fucking come for me, Little Bee,” he hisses between hard, stilted thrusts.
“Fuck! Dom…” I scream as another orgasm rips through me.
