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A leather circle with restraints is now in front of me, and he connects the front bar of the post I am connected to, to the circle. Once connected, he walks over to my legs and feet at the foot of the bed and disconnects my ankles from the posts, leaving me in the bar he used to spread my legs for him. My upper body is suspended above the bed as my legs and feet fall to the bed. He makes his way back over to me and spins the leather circle, forcing my body to contort so I am now face down.
“Ass up,” He says as he moves my hips so my cheeks are perched up behind me. “Daddy’s little slut needs to be punished for leaving him, then once she has atoned for her sins, may she have what she wants.”
“You are not and will not stick anything in my ass, Parker!” He chuckles behind me in an evil masked murderer kind of way.
The next moment comes fast and hard as he spanks me with a wooden paddle. Again and again, until I am not sure if it is cum or blood, I feel running down my legs. But I don’t make a sound. I take it. I take all of it. I would take whatever he does to me if that only meant I get to have him.
“Mine,” He growls as the paddle drops to the floor, and he forcefully pushes his face into my center, claiming my soaking, throbbing wet pussy as his own. Fire ignites within me, and I am unhinged. Moaning, panting, screaming, his tongue is a weapon of mass destruction, and my pussy is the battlefield. The little toy he used on me earlier was amazing, but Parker's tongue should be outlawed.
“Parker, please, please, I am begging you, I want you, I want to feel you inside of me. Take it. Take my virginity and anything and everything else you want from me. It's yours, I'm yours.” And just like that, with the simple confession that I am his, that I am only his and his alone, he releases me from the spreader bar and pushes up from on top of me and spins the wheel once more so I am now right side up leaving my wrists in their shackles.
Freed from the bar, I wrap my legs around him, finally able to feel his muscles, his ass, and the strength and power behind him. Sweat is glistening off of him; at this moment, I only want to kiss him. I drown myself in the erotic euphoria that is his lips on mine, and I devour him. His moans are music to my ears, and I am lost in him.
He leans over to the bedside table and takes a condom out from it, “We need to get you on the pill. This will be the only time I use a condom on you.”
A smile spreads across my face. When I was seventeen, I had to get an IUD to help me with cramping as I was diagnosed with endometriosis. There was no chance of me getting pregnant. “You don’t need it,” I say with lust. “I have an IUD.”
He looks at me, puzzled at first, but doesn’t question it. He just throws the damn condom over his shoulder and lines himself above me. Pushing just the tip of his cock inside of me, I stretch around him. He sits there for a moment with just the head of his cock inside of me, allowing me to adjust to his size. After a few moments, he pushes deeper into me, making me feel like I’m being split in two with how big he is.
He pumps in and out of me, loosening me up more before he slams into me, burying his cock to the hilt as I let out a scream of pain and pleasure. He picks up speed, and I am lost in the sensation of anguish and the need for more of him. His curved cock is hitting my g-spot just right. He grabs ahold of my ankles and throws my legs over his shoulders. At the same time, he reaches forward and releases my wrists from their confines. I wrap my arms around his neck as he bends down and smothers me with his lips, never missing a beat, thrusting in and out of me. As I am about to come, he grabs hold of the belt still wrapped around my neck and pulls.
My air is cut off, and I come instantly. Stars and the nearing black void accompany my high as I am about to pass out.
Parker continues thrusting in and out of me, finding his release as he fills me with his cum and lets go of the belt from my neck, allowing me once more to breathe. My vision finally comes back to me. I see him pull out of me, his cock still hard, covered in his salty pleasure and my blood from having taken my virginity and me giving it to him.
He reaches down to run two fingers along his shaft, coating his fingers in our mixture, then brings it up to his mouth and tastes it. Moaning, he savors the moment before saying, “This makes you mine.” He then takes the same two fingers he just cleaned and runs them along the underside of his still erect cock, coating them once more, then brings them to my mouth and paints them along my lips, “This makes me yours. Now clean them like a good girl.” I lick my lips clean, not breaking eye contact with him. He moans and lays down beside me, taking the belt off from around my neck. Propping up on an elbow, he looks over my body, taking inventory of the marks he has left on me, tracing them with his fingers. His soft touch is overwhelming and soothing at the same time. After all that has happened this afternoon, I didn’t take him for the gentle type. It’s very refreshing.
He gets up from the bed and walks out of the room, disappearing momentarily before returning with a washcloth. He climbs back up on the bed and begins to clean me up. As gently as he can, he wipes my folds with the warm washcloth before disappearing again and coming back with a pair of his basketball shorts and a t-shirt for me to wear home since he destroyed the rest of my clothes.
twenty-four
unknown
Afterthepartyandlearning the names of the men who had decided to touch my little canary, I had my tech guy hack into their home security cameras so I could learn all I could about them and find out how to destroy them before I murder them.
I will make them suffer before I take them out of existence. I get an alert on my phone that Abigail is at Parker’s. Pulling up the feed on my computer, I see her running into his house and hiding. What I see next has me clenching my teeth and breaking every last piece of surveillance equipment in my control room.
He is a dead man.
I grab the keys to my car, switch the feed to my phone, and watch as I make my way over to 153 Cambridge Drive. Breaking the law and every speed limit, I cut his feed and turn it in a loop so I remain a ghost. For now. I get out of my car and walk over to his prized bike and slash the fuck out of his tires. He won’t be driving this for a while.
His Camaro is next. I make my way over to it, and I puncture the break line, knowing that soon, he will be dead. I am not a patient man. I am not a man who shares, and as I look back down at my phone as he plunges inside of her, taking her as his, as her first, I take my crowbar and shatter the window of his car. He will pay for what he has done. She will pay for what she has done—game on, little canary.
twenty-five
colin
Parkercalled,ragingaboutsome fucker going to get what was coming to him. The moment I heard Abby’s name come out of his mouth, I hopped in my car and sped over to his place.
If someone fucked with her, I will burn this town down until I find them and make them pay.
Parker’s fancy gate is shut when I skid to a stop. I punch the button to tell him I’m here, my hands shaking with the hypotheticals of what could have happened to our girl.
The wrought iron gate slowly opens, and I barely miss my side mirrors as I race up the lengthy driveway. My eyes land on Abbs first, sitting on the porch steps, her brows furrowed and lost in thought. I put my car in park, and it lurches forward, grinding through the transmission, but I don’t have time to think about that––something is wrong.
Parker slings tools across the lawn, cursing and shouting. I grab his shoulders and force him to look at me. His pupils are dilated, his expression contorted.
“What happened?” I say calmly.
