Page 39 of Slaughter

She shivers. “Avery.” This time, she lifts her hips when she mumbles it.

I run my fingers along her pussy before pushing one inside her slowly.

Her eyes spring open. “Avery!” She squeals and places her hands on my chest. I bury my head in her neck while adding another finger roughly. She’s not wet yet, but she will be. She gasps, and I smile to myself. That’s it, Bunny. Enjoy what I’m doing to you for now ’cause you’re gonna be cussing me in a minute.

“You were whispering my name in your sleep,” I inform her, wanting to embarrass her.

But it does the opposite. She sighs and tilts her head back, exposing more of her neck to me. She’s so drunk and horny. I love it. “Want me to fuck you, Bunny?”

“Yes.” She whimpers.

“Want me to flip you over and fuck that tight cunt like I did earlier up against the table?”

“God, yes.” She lifts her hips and grips my shirt with her fists.

My fingers get more forceful, and her breath catches, making her wet. Then all of a sudden, I remove my fingers from her pussy, and she sags against the bed. I grab both of her wrists and pin them above her head, and she moans.

It turns me on but also makes me angry. I wonder how many other men she allowed to treat her like this. Like a fucking toy? How many men dominated her when she should have belonged to me?

I push her right arm out to the edge of the bed and release her wrist to grab the rope I have already wrapped around the bed frame—I’m always prepared, and I knew she’d disobey me. I quickly slide her wrist into it and pull it tight. She looks up at it and tries to jerk her hand away while I repeat the process on her left wrist.

“Avery, what are you …?”

“You disobeyed me, Bunny,” I muse, running my knuckles down her cheek. Her face is cold to the touch, and her blue eyes red from her drunken state.

Her brows pull together while she thinks over my words, and then they widen, and her lips part in a small gasp. “Avery, no …”

“Yes. You disobeyed. Now you must be punished.”

“Avery, please …” She yanks on the restraints.

She starts bucking her hips, knowing she’s tied to the bed and there’s no way out of it now.

I look down at her, and tears are forming in her beautiful blue eyes. “If you were a good girl, then I wouldn’t have to punish you,” I say, cupping her face.

“I hate you,” she says, closing her eyes. Her chest rises and falls fast, making her perfect fake tits bounce. I’ve never been much of a breast man, but I fucking love hers. And they’re not overly big either. Even though they’re fake, they fit her small frame perfectly. “I fucking hate you.”

“Bunny …” I wanna tell her that I’m not gonna hurt her, but that would be a lie. I’m many things, but a liar isn’t one of them.

“Fuck you, Avery!” she shouts, opening her eyes, her face reddening in anger. “Fuck you …”

“Enough!”

She closes her mouth at my command and looks up at me with so much hatred that it makes me smile.

I run my hands up her narrow waist to her chest. I cup both her breasts, and she arches her back, her head falling back as she lets out a shaky breath. “I know you like it when my hands are on you,” I tell her, and she moans.

I scoot down, straddling her legs, and lower my lips to her breasts. When I slept with her in her house a few nights ago, it was rushed. I didn’t get to take my time and enjoy her body the way I wanted to. But now that she is tied to the bed, I can do whatever I want without her pushing me away. The only problem is her passing out on me before I get done with her.

I place her hard nipple into my mouth and suck, making her gasp. My free hand trails down between our bodies, and I run a finger over wet, smooth pussy again.

She’s fucking soaked now.

I pull away from her breast. “You tell me you hate me, yet you’re always wet for me, Bunny.”

She opens her eyes, and they narrow on me. I chuckle. “Don’t be ashamed. I hate you, yet I’m still hard for you.” I rub my hips against hers, letting her feel me.

She whimpers, and I slide down her legs, my body lying between them. I lift her already shaking knees and place them over my shoulders before I bury my face in her cunt. I lick her. Slowly. Her body jerks, but I hold her down by her hips. My fingers digging into her already bruised flesh.

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