Page 119 of Carnage


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“Lie down. On your stomach.” I order, placing my hands on her shoulders to help her do so. I’m not untying her just yet, and with how I have her arms tied behind her back, there’s no easy way for me to carry her. So she needs to lie flat facing down so her legs can stretch out and get the blood they need before we walk out of this office.

She whimpers, her body shakes, and her crying grows louder. I know my girl. She’s begging to come.

I stand over her, looking down at her naked body. Admiring the way the rope wraps around her arms and wrists, then disappears between her legs. I don’t miss the way she gently rocks from side to side, trying to relieve whatever frustration she feels.

Fuck, she’s a sight to see—bound and crying. She doesn’t even have to ask me, and I already want to give her what she wants. Well, with limits of course. I wasn’t lying when I told her the only way she’ll leave here is in a body bag. But it’s only a half-truth because she won’t actually leave Carnage. She’ll be buried here in the cemetery next to me, where we’ll remain together forever just like we said that day in the cathedral when she became mine. We took vows, and I took them very seriously, even if she thought they were a joke.

I’m going to take everything she has from her. I’ve already taken her freedom. Next will be her body. That will eventually bleed into her mind. I’m not a fan of breaking her soul so quickly. That’s no fun. If I wanted to fuck a soulless corpse, I’d buy a sex doll.

Me. Mine. Yours.That’ll be her thought process. Kashton and Haidyn may never love her like I do, but if I were to die tomorrow, they’d keep her here just like I was going to. They’ve been given instructions, and I know they will do everything in their power to see them through.

A cell phone rings, and I look over my shoulder to see Kashton stand from his desk, phone in hand. “Hey?” he answers before stepping out.

I place my attention back on Ashtyn and lean down, grabbing both of her upper arms. “Stand,” I command harsher than I meant to, but I don’t apologize or make her think otherwise.

Her small body shakes as she gets to her feet. She keeps her head down, and I release her arms, hooking my finger into her collar and yank her into my body. She more falls into it than anything but stays upright.

I cup her tear-streaked face and force her bloodshot eyes to meet mine. “How did you do?” I ask her.

Licking her swollen lips, she whispers brokenly, “Go-od.”

I release her face and run my knuckles down her heaving chest , hooking two fingers into the rope, I pull on it. She stands on her tiptoes, gasping as the rope between her legs pulls on her pussy. “We’ll see,” I say and walk over to my chair and turn it to face her. “Come here,” I order, unzipping my jeans.

She takes a deep breath and slowly walks over to me, whimpering with each step. Being the good girl she is, she drops to her knees in front of me.

“Open wide and stick out your tongue,” I tell her.

Her swollen lips part for me, and her pink tongue darts out. I place one hand under her chin, tilting her head back while the other enters two fingers into her mouth. I push them to the back of her throat not wasting any time, and she gags, pulling away.

I sit down in the chair and sigh as if I’m disappointed. I knew it’d take more than one time. Dropping her head, she breathes heavily.

I reach out, grab her ponytail and pull her forward, making her cry out. “Open wide, sweetheart. Practice isn’t over.”

Sucking in a deep breath, she opens up for me, and I slide the tip of my pierced cock into her mouth. I push her head down, sliding my dick along her tongue. I reach the back of her throat, and she gags. She hasn’t even taken half my dick yet. “Relax your throat,” I command and push a little farther.

Her body fights the rope that binds her arms behind her back, and her watery eyes shoot open to look up at me. I smile down at her. “Feel that?” I hold her in place, and she blinks rapidly. “The way my cock fills your mouth?” I groan, pushing deeper. The farther I go, the tighter it gets.

She gags, her body involuntarily jerking.

“Breathe through your nose, Ash,” I say, watching tears spill over her bottom lashes. I pull her head back just enough to keep the head inside her mouth. Then push it down again. “Tongue out,” I remind her. “I want that throat open for me.” I push just as far as last time and watch her pretty eyes go wide with panic. I love that other men haven’t been this deep in her mouth. I used to be. But it’s something we had to work on. I don’t mind doing it again. Training my sweetheart was always fun. This time won’t be any different.

Pulling out, I leave the tip in, and again she gasps, drool running down her chin. That’s one of the things I love about face fucking, all the drool. I always loved seeing her pretty, messy face.

I lower her head and push it farther in this time, feeling her throat constrict on the tip of my cock. My head falls back, and I groan, holding it in place as the sound of her gagging fills the room. “Fuck, Ashtyn.” My fingers tighten in her hair, pulling pieces from her ponytail loose. “That’s it.” Lowering my head, I meet her bloodshot eyes.

I pull out all the way this time, and she takes in a quick breath while I slap the side of her wet face. She cries out before I lower her face once more to my hard cock that stands at attention, begging to fuck her pretty face.

“You’re such a good whore on your knees for me. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She tries to nod but fails as she adjusts herself on her knees before me.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty face now, sweetheart,” I warn her, and she closes her eyes, body trembling.

Face fucking and throat fucking are two different things. One is just a mouth; the other is a throat. And although I want to watch my entire cock disappear down her throat, she’s not ready for that just yet.

I take both hands, place them on the back of her head and start fucking her face. I go too deep, making her gag once more, but it just makes my cock swell even more in her mouth. Her slurping, gasping, and gagging fills the office as I watch my cock go in and out of her drool-covered face.

“Such a pretty slut,” I say, making her whimper around my dick, and I like the way it feels. So I go on. “That’s a good girl. Swallow my cock, Ash. You’ll be able to take all of me in no time.”

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