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“I said fuck me, god damn it. I need it.”
He stared at me for several seconds, then gave me a short and quick nod, before reaching down to unzip his pants. A heavy thudding in my chest told me my heart was still beating. Broken, but still going. I couldn’t go back in time and fix what had been done. All I could do was push forward, and live my life. Now that Owen was gone, that would be much easier.
Slipping my own clothes off, I tossed them away, far from the gore. My arms and hands were streaked with viscera, blood, bile, and other bits and pieces of the people I’d killed tonight. Drake walked forward, bare feet on the grated floor, blood sprayed across most of his face and arms, his cock already hard and throbbing. Nothing had ever looked better.
Before either of us could say a word, we were together, lips kissing, tongues probing and fighting each other. The salty metallic taste of other people’s blood slipping across my palate. The taste was the flavor of freedom and revenge. Drake’s cock rubbed against my thigh, warm and hungry.
Pulling my lips from his, I reached down and stroked the length. “Take me.” I looked into his eyes. “I want it hard, Drake. Do you understand? Harder than you ever have before.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stared back at me. “Yes, ma’am.”
Without another word, he spun me around, so that I could see Owen’s face, dead and gape mouthed.
“Look what you did,” he whispered in my ear, reaching around to caress my breasts. “Look how fucking strong you are. He stood no chance.” As he said the last word, he grabbed both my nipples, pinching and twisting so hard that tears of pain leaked from my eyes, my pussy was dripping with delight.
He spun me back, facing him again, then shoved me down so I was sitting on Owen’s dead body. His naked flesh pressed into my back, already cooling, blood smeared across my back as Drake stepped forward. Something about feeling the dead body beneath me sent my desire into a roaring fire.
He grabbed my head, and thrust his thick cock between my lips, shoving it to the back of my throat, making me gag, nearly choking on it.
“I’m gonna fuck your face, baby. You’ll take it like a good girl, understand,” Drake said, grabbing handfuls of my hair in each fist.
I nodded, eagerly, and slid my hand between my legs, rubbing frantically at my clit, as he began to thrust into my mouth. With each surge of his hips, the massive head of his dick slammed into the back of my throat, saliva poured from my lips as he took me, his fingers yanking on my hair, sending electric prickles of pain through my scalp. My clit swelled beneath my fingers with each jolt of pain until an orgasm began to build. I ground my hips back into the blood behind me, enjoying the feel of it on my ass as Drake fucked my face harder and harder. He was giving me everything I wanted and more.
Sliding two fingers inside me, I urged myself to an orgasm, the burst of ecstasy like a lightning bolt bursting through my pelvis and up my back, making my nipples tingle with pleasure. I groaned and moaned around Drake’s cock.
“You came?” He grunted. “My turn.”
He pulled his dick from my mouth and hauled me up, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and lowered me onto him while he stood. Impaling me on his cock. As he slid into me, another climax shattered me, and I called out, screaming for more. He slammed into me, the pain exquisite and mind numbing. I collapsed forward, letting my head rest on his chest as he took me. My pussy throbbed in pain as he fucked me hard, lifting me up and down with his powerful arms like I was a sex toy, using me for his pleasure, and something about that filled me with happiness. I’d been used by men I hated for years. To be used by one I loved was a freeing and emotionally welcoming feeling.
Drake leaned his head forward while fucking me, and bit into my shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. I screamed in agony, but came again, pain and pleasure mixing into a storm that threatened to overwhelm me.
“Fuck me, Drake. Harder,” I said through gritted teeth as blood oozed down my breasts.
He snarled at me, and pulled me off and turned me around, shoving me to the ground, the sharp grating of the floor, digging into my knees. My back and body were nearly covered in blood when he knelt behind me. He reached forward, and ran a hand through the blood pooling in Owen’s lap. I glanced back over my shoulder, and watched him smear it across his cock, turning it red. Then with one quick thrust, he used the blood as lube, and shoved his cock deep into my asshole. I cried out, as the pain burst through me, feeling like I was being torn in two, but a moment later, as he began to ram his hips into me, pleasure returned.
From behind, Drake’s hands reached out, and wrapped around my throat, choking me, as he fucked my ass, squeezing just hard enough to make breathing difficult. My eyes rolled back as he rode me, his blood-stained cock slamming into my ass, pushing me toward another climax, one that might be the strongest ever. All the while, I stared up at Owen’s ghostly face.
His dead eye seemed to watch me as my tits bounced in front of him. Knowing I’d been the one to end him filled me with pride and happiness, even as I put my hands on his knees to steady myself while Drake fucked me.
“I’m gonna come.” Drake groaned, and slammed his dick into me even faster.
“Oh god,” I called out, my vision nearly going black as I came again.
Drake’s cock spasmed within my ass, clenching and flexing as he spurted his cum into me. He cursed and rammed into me again and again, until, exhausted, we both slid to the flood. Drake pulled his cock free of me and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close, pressing his lips to my ear.
“I love you, Dahlia.”
Reaching back, I ran a hand through his hair with bloody fingers. “I love you, Drake.”
Epilogue: Dahlia
Bong. “Wake up, Dahlia. It’s time for breakfast.”
My eyes snapped open, and I glanced around the room. High end furnishing, art on the walls, plush carpeting, and mahogany wooden paneling. The bed was soft and warm, a refuge from the world. I didn’t want to leave.
“Hurry, Dahlia. Otherwise you will be punished,” the voice said again.
I tossed the covers off and stood, putting on my familiar gray sweat suit and sneakers. When I’d finally dressed, the door clicked, unlocked, and swung open. Out in the hall, I found the corridor vacant. As I walked down the hall, I ran my fingers across the wallpaper, enjoying the smoothness of it under my fingers.
