Page 58 of Slaughter

“Go lie on the bed,” I instruct her. “On your back and your head at the foot.”

She gets on and lies on her back with her head at the end of the bed. I undo my black slacks and push them down my legs along with my boxers. Then I reach up and unbutton my dress shirt. I walk to the end of the bed and look down at her. She lifts her knees up, and they fall open. I smile, reaching down to stroke her face. “Tonight is about me, Bunny.”

She closes her eyes and licks her lips. I grab her shoulders and pull her closer to me, her head falling off the end of the bed.

“Open that pretty mouth so I can fuck it.”

She keeps her eyes closed but follows my command. Her lips part, and I grab the base of my cock. I rub it along her lips, letting the pre-cum paint them like a canvas. Then I push into her mouth. She opens wider, running her tongue up my shaft.

I moan when her lips close around me. There’s no other feeling like her in the world. Looking down at her, I start to move back and forth, my cock moving easier with each thrust.

I reach out and grab her breasts, my hands kneading them, and she moans around me. Her chest rises as she arches her back. I know she’s uncomfortable. She’s lying on her bound arms, her head is hanging over the side of the bed, and her pussy is begging to be fucked, but I don’t care. Just as I told her, tonight is about me.

I release her breasts and wrap my hands around her throat. I feel it work as my cock fucks it. I pick up the intensity, and her body shudders when I hit the back. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth and hands around your neck,” I tell her.

She moans and lifts her hips off the bed, needing more.

“Fuck, you feel incredible, Bunny. So fucking good!” I hiss.

I continue my punishing pace while her body thrashes helplessly before me, and I wanna pull out. I wanna crawl on top of her, spread her legs wide, and fuck her with passion. Remind her that she is mine! That no one could love her like I do! Or fuck her like I do!

But I don’t.

Instead, I continue to fuck her as she lies there taking it like she fucking needs to be used just as much as I need to use her.

I come with her name on my lips, and she swallows.

When I pull away, she’s panting, and tears run down the side of her red face from all the blood rushing to it.

I help her sit and then move over to the middle of the bed with her head at the headboard. I push her down on to her stomach and then walk into to the closet, grabbing some more things.

PRESLEIGH

Shame washes over me. My second attempt to save myself ended up hurting me more.

Avery isn’t gonna let up. I don’t know this Avery. The one I knew was soft and loving. He didn’t believe in punishment or only pleasing himself. He didn’t have slaves. He was a giver in and out of the bedroom.

I’m trying to catch my breath when I feel Avery grab my ankles. He spreads them far apart, and then I feel fur just like on my wrists wrap around them.

When he’s done, I try to move them, but they’re spread wide. “What?” I try to lift my head to see what he’s done.

“It’s a spreader bar,” he tells me, coming over to push my hair from my face as he stands beside the bed. “It keeps your legs spread far apart. You’re going to stay like this all night.”

What? “Avery …”

“You’re being punished, Bunny. You are not allowed to touch yourself and not allowed to come. Do you understand why I’m punishing you?”

I bury my face into the pillow and try not to cry. I thought he would hit me, choke me a little, or just slap me around if he caught me. I was so wrong.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I mumble into it.

He grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my head back. I hiss in a breath as wetness pools between my legs. “Why?”

“Because I disobeyed.” He can’t really expect me not to try to run.

His hand comes out, and he gently runs his thumb over my cheek. “Are you going to do that again?”

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