Page 34 of Slaughter

I throw my head back and close my eyes while she sucks me like her life depends on it in my formal dining room. And in a way, it does.

I meant it when I said she is mine! For however long is anyone’s guess, but while she’s here, she is going to be my own personal slave. I’ll fuck her whenever I want, however I want.

“Fuck, Bunny,” I say through gritted teeth, opening my eyes and looking back down at her.

Her arms are still tied behind her back, and her knees are spread wide. I smile to myself in satisfaction, knowing my cum is running down her thighs. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Actually, the last time I can remember was with her. Three nights ago.

That makes me hate every woman I’ve ever fucked—and the list is long. The fact they couldn’t live up to her or make me forget her pisses me off.

I fuck her mouth harder, and her gorgeous eyes are full of new tears. They continue to flow like a waterfall due to my roughness. I treat her mouth just as I treated her pussy. And I’ll do the same to her ass. I have an endless amount of time to break her. To remind her that I’m no longer that pathetic boy she can run all over.

I’ll show her just what being fucked feels like. And by the way she’s looking up at me, she’ll enjoy every minute of it.

I’m gonna ruin her for other men. Although she’ll never get to experience another man.

Once again, I give her no warning. She tries to pull away, but I hold her head still by her hair. When she used to suck my dick, she never wanted to swallow. And I always respected that until now.

Instead of demanding she take it, I just don’t allow her any other choice. Her eyes widen for the briefest moment as I push to the back of her throat and come.

“Swallow, Bunny,” I order; my voice rough, my breathing ragged.

She looks up at me through watery lashes and swallows—her body jerking. Once I’m done, I release her hair and step back.

She bows her head, sucking in breath after breath while her body shakes uncontrollably.

“Stand up,” I order, placing my dick back into my zipper of my black slacks, loving this feel of overpowering her. I wanna lay her on the floor and fuck her pussy with my tongue. But there’s plenty of time for that.

She stands slowly and then wobbles once on her feet. Placing my hands on her face, I lift it so she has to look at me. Her beautiful blue eyes are heavy. Her cheeks red and lips parted. Fuck, she looks so beautiful.

I run my hand between her thighs, and her head falls back with a moan. My eyes fall to the mark on her neck from my hand, and I growl. I wanna mark all of her body!

Mine!

I pull my hand away, and she cries out. “Do you know what edging is?” I ask her.

She shakes her head once, and I smile. I didn’t expect her to. My father taught me a lot when I was younger, but I never thought I’d put it to use. “Edging is when I get you to the point of orgasm and then stop—withholding a release from you.” Her eyes widen up at me. “Do not touch yourself. Do you understand me?”

She whimpers, closing her eyes.

This was the hard part. I couldn’t figure out how I was going to know if she gets herself off or not. Until it finally hit me …

I wait for her eyes to open before I speak. “There are cameras all over your room and bathroom. Not to mention the property—inside and outside. I will know, and you will be punished.” Reaching my hand between her legs, I shove two fingers into her without warning, causing her breath to hitch. “This belongs to me. You belong to me. Do you understand?”

She bites her bottom lip as her chest heaves. “Answer me!”

“Please?”

I remove them and smile down at her. “I love hearing you beg, Bunny.” It’s like music to my ears. “But an order is an order, and no amount of begging will change my mind. So last time. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she answers softly.

I turn her around so I’m facing her back and look down at my belt wrapped around her upper arms. Her skin is wrinkled due to the tightness of the unforgiving leather, and her hands have turned blue from lack of blood flow. I undo it, and her arms fall to her sides with a soft sob.

An apology threatens to come out when I see that bruises have already formed on her flawless skin, but I immediately swallow it down. “Turn around.”

She does slowly, and to my surprise, she looks up at me without having to be told. Her eyes drill into mine with hatred, and I smile.

Lifting my hand, I push her wild brown hair behind her ear. “You always were a fast learner.”

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