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I groan in frustration, my hips jerking forward now that his hand is no longer keeping me in place. But his other hand, the one with the snakes, is still a shackle around my neck.
“As much as I love watching you writhe like a succubus craving cock, I’m gonna need to hear thatplease.” He produces his phone and holds it up in front of my face. He hits rec.
“Say pretty please,” he commands, and this time it’s a menace.
“Pretty please, Sade,” I murmur.
“Louder.” Again, that rough tone. Why the hell does it fire me up like this?
I squirm against the heavy creaming of my pussy as I repeat, making sure it’s loud and clear this time. For a moment, I’m worried about the people at the party catching us. It’s happened before at such events that couples strayed in the rose hedge garden to make out, but we’re too far out. They’ll get lost in the maze before anybody finds us. I keep telling myself that I was hoping someone would discover us, stop me from getting all horny for this psycho, but who am I kidding?
Slowly, his hand unwraps from around my neck. I feel naked, shivering until that same hand splays over my back.
“Bend over,” he orders in the rough tone from before. So the camera is still on.
I do, my skin pebbling when he caresses my ass with the backs of his fingers. He shuffles behind me, and then I feel a blade slash through my panties. What’s left of them falls to the ground and a moment later, the smooth crest of his cock is at my pussy.
“Hold on to the fence,” he says. I hesitate, but one slight push from him and I lose my balance, my hands going for the wrought iron bars out of instinct.
He leans in over my back, my knees shaking as his cock drives deeper between my drenched but tight walls. He reaches over me to the gate with those big arms and fastens his phone to a bar of the gate using a thin elastic rubber band. It’s on selfie mode, so we can watch as it records.
I’m a bent-over maid with garter stockings, risen on her tip-toes and impaled on a cruel, veined cock. I look positively slutty, serving a god in black.
“Now you can watch your tight little cunt getting roughed up.”
My fists clench around the fence bars when he drives deeper. How can he make shameful fucking feel this good?
I should look away, at least as a sign of protest, but he grabs my hair, tugging my face up. It gives him better control, which he uses to push himself in as deep as his cock will go. God, he seems built for punishment. I moan out loud, ache and pleasure parting my walls. His body flexes, and I think he just stifled a groan.
“So fucking tight, my little cunt.”
My toes curl in my sneakers, and I raise my ass higher, wanting to take him in, wanting to please him.
And wanting all those bastards that are going to watch, including Gertrude, to see how much pleasure I can give him. If I can be nothing more than a whore he uses, then I’m going to be his favorite whore. I’ll keep him coming back for more, even if it hurts.
“The only reason why I don’t bare those tits to the camera is because I like the visuals of the maid getting used.” Then, bent over my back and closer to my ear. “And because I can’t stand the idea of anyone seeing your tits but me. I’d fucking hunt them all down and carve out their eyeballs.”
“But you would fuck me for their entertainment,” I let out through my teeth. He tugs harder on my hair, pushing himself in so deep I’m sure he’s at the hilt.
I white-knuckle the iron bars and bite my lower lip to stifle a cry.
“Isn’t it comfortable, acting all the forced little flower while the big bad psycho takes all the responsibility for your dark desires? For making them come true. I’ll remind you that you never said no to me.”
He pulls out and back in, ramming it harder this time. Forcing me to yelp.
“Why don’t you say no, Justine? Say no, and stop this sadistic bastard from fucking you raw.”
“If I say no, will you stop?”
He pauses for a moment. He’s so deep inside me, I’m utterly filled by him.
“If you say no, it means you really don’t want this. It means it will destroy you. So yes, I promise I’ll stop. But if no doesn’t come, there’s no limit to how far I’ll go.”
This is it. My chance to save myself. To make this stop. What is there to even ponder?
And yet I can’t bring myself to say it. I try to force the word over my lips, but it hurts so much, I’d prefer having Sade force his dick into my ass. Then the truth hits me. It’s the way he makes me feel, the things he awakens in my body and my soul. With him, I can only face the shame, all the shame I’ve ever felt, even the inexplicable guilt for the woman who birthed me leaving us. I can face it all without hiding or trying to repress it.
On the contrary.
