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It’s frustrating as fuck to rip myself away from her, but it’s necessary in order to pull those two fuckers down. I release the ropes, dropping them to the floor, making sure the distance is safe enough for them not to break another bone. They groan and whine when I remove their gags, probably because I wasn’t so careful while I rammed my fists into them, punching mercilessly like I do with walls.
Grabbing them by the backs of their filthy clothes, I drag them in front of the camera, and turn the spotlight toward their faces. They squint, unable to see Justine watching them from behind the equipment. I kick them, making them writhe on the floor. Dogg is the first one whose face I pin down, squashing it between my boot and the surface. He worms on the ground in a cacophony of moans and groans.
“Now, now, the dog finally learns his place in front of a goddess. You tried to taint her, to tear her down and make her as filthy as you so you wouldn’t feel so alone in your worthlessness anymore.” I remove my boot and kick him in the gut. Lightly, but enough to make him double over after the beating he’s gotten. “Make sure you make intelligible noise when you address her.”
He keeps scrunching his face, whining, so I kick him again. Harder this time.
“Get up on your knees and get to work,” I command. “Tell her how much of a worthless sack you are. That your dick is limp, and nothing but degrading sex can get it halfway up.” Threat seeps into my voice when I speak again, in a tone that no one has ever dared disobey. “If I have to put you on your knees myself, you won’t be able to get up on your own anymore.”
“All right, all right,” he calls desperately, dragging and pulling himself up. It’s no easy feat with his hands and ankles bound, but I like him this way.
“Justine,” he begins. “I’m so, so very sorry–” His voice breaks, and I almost believe him. “I was blinded by–” He sighs, and I can see him deciding to go with the truth. “You are a certain kind of sexy, okay? You awaken something in men, a beast that fucks with our heads.” Then, with more hatred but still honestly, “the psycho doing this to us stands proof of that. I never really believed you were inferior, Justine. In fact, you can bring any man to their knees. Look at this fucked-up bastard.” He jerks his head sideways to Dean. “He was a sad sack for days after that party. He’d fallen for you, but when he realized that, it was already too late.”
He hangs his head, his shoulders shaking. Motherfucker is crying.
I slip behind my princess, sliding my fingers down her legs. Dogg was right, she has power over men. But the only man who’s going to bask in that power is me.
“Your turn, Mr. Rowland,” I say when it becomes obvious that Dogg is done.
Dean is smarter than Dogg, or maybe just more of a suck-up. He’s up on his knees already, his eyes too swollen to be bothered by the light.
“Justine, I–” he licks his busted lip, “I didn’t expect to fall in love with you. When you didn’t return my calls and my texts, I started losing my mind. I was on my way to your place, ready to beg and crawl, when this bastard almost ran me over and threw a sack over my head.”
Justine tenses, and I smirk with satisfaction behind the mask. Her skirt rides up her ass when I start grinding my raging cock against her.
“Wait, what?” she breathed.
Dean nods quickly, as I made sure he would do.
“Yes. It was Doggart Wilson who kidnapped me and kept me in his basement for weeks.”
“It was,” Dogg screams, desperate to keep his balls intact. I promised I’d carve them out of their sack if he dared to deny it. He’s also aware of all the horrible ways I can make death happen for him if he antagonizes me. “It was me, I kidnapped Dean Rowland because I was jealous. I wanted Justine Pracht for myself, and I hated that she gave up her virginity to him instead of me.”
“That was for the camera,” I whisper in Justine’s ear while I slide down her panties. She wriggles into me, her body instinctively reacting to my touch. “And for the officers that are coming to get them. Now, since you’ve been preparing this juicy little ass for me...”
I make to unzip for her, but Justine is quicker. She reaches behind her with both hands, leaning a little forward so her asscheeks open up against me. I release a groan of appreciation as she works on my pants. I grip her asscheeks with my bloody hands, parting them so I get a good view of her asshole. The pucker she’s been pumping for me these past few nights. It made me fucking dependent on her, unable to kill the call until early in the morning. I watched her sleep like a creep, and it doesn’t look like I’ll stop doing that anytime soon.
She reaches into my pants and grabs my cock greedily at the root, then wiggles herself in place so the wide crest enters her pussy. I bite hard into my lip, an animalistic sound escaping my chest.
Fuck, her pussy is soaked.
“Seems like these bastards’ demise made you wet.”
“Your devotion made me wet,” she whispers, and the veins of my cock thicken inside her. She moans as her walls part painfully, but she slides down my length anyway as far and it’ll go. Then, with a small sound of frustration, she glides off entirely, and places the crest at her ass.
“Are you sure?” I whisper gruffly.
“Would you not take my ass if I said no?”
“You’re my girlfriend now. We make joint decisions, so I’d consider it.”
“Don’t. Look at it as your reward for defending my honor.”
Fire breaks through my veins. “Forever at your service.”
She pushes her sweet ass onto my cock, and my hands move down to her garters, fisting them greedily. Coated in her arousal, her hole prepared, all it takes is a few careful ins and outs before I can start pumping her properly.
“Ah, I’ll take this ass like it’s my fucking birthright.”
