Page 65 of Slaughter

She stirs, but her eyes remain closed. I place my hands on her inner thighs and shove them apart. Then my hand slides up to her pussy. I run a finger over her lips, and she lifts her ass up in the air. I smile. “That’s it, Bunny.”

“Avery.” She moans, her eyes still closed.

I push a finger into her, and she spreads her thighs farther apart for me, her hands pulling on her cuffs.

“What …?” She trails off when she starts to come around.

“Wake up, baby,” I say, sliding my finger in and out. She starts to get wetter for me.

She whimpers and begins to squirm under my touch. “Please.”

I remove my finger and push in two this time. She gasps, her hips rocking back and forth on my hand. Fucking my fingers as if they are my cock.

I get up on my knees and sit between her legs. I need to feel her wrapped around my dick just as much as she needs me to fuck her. I remove my fingers, and before she can protest, I replace them with my cock.

She moans, arching her back as I stretch her tight pussy. Fuck! She feels better every time. As if no one has ever been there before. My hands grip her hips, and I start to move. I pull back and thrust forward. Our bodies slap together. She’s so wet it runs down my balls and onto the sheets. She cries out with every thrust, and I slap her ass as if she’s disobeyed me. A rush of rage runs through me that she hasn’t defied me these past four days. That she hasn’t tried to escape.

This is why I brought her here. To punish her! To show her that even after all these years, I still fucking own her. You will, Bunny. You’ll try to escape, and I’ll get what I want. I always do.

I lean over her back and snake my hand around her throat from behind. She closes her eyes and her lips part. “I heard you’ve been good.” I slow my pace.

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck, there’s that word again. “Why is that, Bunny? Giving up on me already?”

She pants. “I understand my place, sir.”

She’s a motherfucking liar! But I can play along. “And where is that?”

“Under your command.”

“Goddamn right, Bunny!” I growl, tightening my hand around her throat.

Her pretty lips part but nothing comes out or in. I pull my hips back and then thrust forward.

Her body fights under mine, and I smile against her neck. “I control every part of you, baby,” I growl, slamming into her again. “Your touch.” I pull out. “Your sight.” I slam forward. “Your hearing.” Pull out again. “Your breath.” Then slam forward. “Every fucking little thing. Remember that when I’m not around, Bunny.”

I release her throat, and she sucks in a ragged breath, tears filling her eyes due to my hand around her throat moments ago.

I slow my pace, and she whimpers in protest. She prefers it hard.

“Has anyone else fucked you like this?”

“Stop.” She chokes out.

I have to know. “You used to like it when I made love to you. When did you start liking being fucked like a whore?” I demand.

She buries her face into the sheets. I reach up and grab a fist full of hair and hold her head down to the side. “You won’t hide from me, Bunny.” Tears stream down her face, wetting the sheets just like her pussy is. “Where did my innocent girl go?”

“Fuck you,” she growls, fighting the cuffs.

I smile. That’s what I want. Her anger. “I prefer a slut over an innocent girl any day.” Her body continues to thrash, fighting me, but her pussy gets wetter. “I can feel how much you like this. The way I talk to you like a cheap fuck. The way I pin you down and fuck you …”

She closes her eyes. “Please stop …”

“Why, Bunny? Don’t be ashamed of who you are.”

“You don’t know me,” she growls.

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