Page 43 of Slaughter

I arch my back, my eyes closing at the feel of his impressively large dick spreading me open for him. It’s almost painful. Almost too much.

He places his arms behind my knees and pushes them forward, his fists on the bed by my head, spreading me wider for him.

I’m panting. My mouth still drooling, and eyes heavy. And without another word, he starts to move. Hard and fast. The bed hits the wall with each thrust. My tits pressed against his crisp button-down, and if I could talk, I’d ask him to suck on them. To pinch them. I’d beg him to kiss my neck or fist my hair. Something. My vision swims due to the alcohol and the pleasure.

He closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip and buries himself deep inside me. “Fuck, Bunny. Goddamn, your cunt is tight.”

I moan around the gag when he hits that spot deep inside me. The angle of holding my legs this way allows him to get deeper, making it hurt in the best way. And I feel my eyes roll back into my head as my toes start to curl.

He rams his hips into mine, and even though my entire body screams in protest at all the shit it’s been put through the past couple of days, all I can think about is that feeling creeping up my spine. Building. Growing stronger.

Yeeesss!

And then just like before, he stills, and I feel him come inside me.

He removes himself and places my legs on the bed. They shake uncontrollably along with the rest of my body. He reaches up and undoes my wrists, pulling me to a sitting position. He then removes the gag. My face hurts where the leather belt dug into my cheeks and ears. My lips are raw, the corners chapped. They feel like they’ve been stretched. My hands begin to tingle just like my feet did.

He places his hand on my chin and makes me look up at him. I say nothing as I look into his dark blue eyes. They search my face and then are back on mine. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs for breakfast.” He crawls off the bed and stands beside it. He places the gag in the pocket of his slacks and then zips his pants. “Do I need to tell you not to touch yourself?”

I take a deep breath and shake my head. “No.”

He nods and then exits without another word.

I bury my head into my hands and sob.

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It took a full ten minutes for me to pull myself together. I washed my face and went to the bathroom. Funny how I never even thought about the need to go pee while being tied down. I have marks around both my wrists and ankles. And I found it harder than I thought to stand upright. I finally have all feeling back in my limbs, but they are still heavy.

I chose a white sundress out of the closet and put a nude thong on with no bra, then made my way down to the dining room. A plate of scrambled eggs and toast already is placed where I had sat last night.

He sits at the head of the table. His plate long gone. He looks up at me when I enter, and I look at the floor. I want to fall to his feet and beg him to get me off. I feel so empty, so lost, and my body won’t stop trembling.

“I’ll be at work today,” he announces. I fall into a seat and say nothing. Instead, I stare at the table, unable to meet his eyes. I hear his chair move back and him stand from the table. “I saw where you tried to get into my computer.” I swallow nervously. “And tried to use the phone. Believe me, Bunny, when I say I’ve thought of everything. And if you think you can outsmart me, you’re wrong.” A silence follows. “Darrell, you know what to do if she attempts anything.”

My body stiffens at his words.

“Yes, sir.” I hear the man say from behind me. Then Avery walks out of the room, leaving me alone with Darrell.

CHAPTER TEN

AVERY

“WHAT DO WE HAVE?” I ask my brother as I enter our warehouse, needing to get some work done. I take a sip of my second cup of coffee. I have yet to sleep. After I tied Bunny to her bed, I went back to my study and watched her. I needed to see her struggle more than I needed a nap. It was everything I thought it was gonna be. Even if it was only four hours.

“Kayn delivered him three hours ago. He says he knows nothing,” Tristan announces.

“He knows something.” No man just starts blurting he knows nothing before even asked.

“I agree.” He nods and starts to walk toward the back of the empty warehouse. “But this is your rodeo, so I’m letting you run the show.”

I snort. “Since when do you just stand by when it’s time to play?”

He throws me a cruel smile. “Just being nice.”

I come to a stop. “You’re never nice. So spill.”

“It’s like your reward.”

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