Page 55 of Taming Achilles

“Self defence, I told you …”

“Wrong answer,” he interrupted, and to my horror he brought the barrel down to my entrance and pushed it inside. The hard metal against my warm insides felt stiff, and cold.

“No!” I screamed.

He opened his mouth and sucked on my clit. He took it in his mouth with a ferocity I had never experienced, and a thousand different things happened to me. I cried, I squirmed, I tried to stay still. He moved the gun in and out, fucking me with it as he abused my clit until I was saw stars.

I came. I fucking hated myself, but I came hard, my body trembled all over, bucking against his mouth. My hips moved, and I fucked myself on my own pistol. I was humiliated, exhilarated and overstimulated as he refused to stop even as my juices coated his chin.

He kept on going, disregarding my orgasm, the sensitivity and shivers that ran through me. He was insatiable, eating me like I was his only meal. I couldn’t even count one orgasm from the next, everything was blending together. My body tensed, I felt the euphoria and relaxation of release, then he would lift me up again, just to plunge me back down.

I screamed and wept, I cried out in pleasure and joy, then collapsed into exhausted pain.

God. After four … no … five …? I couldn’t take it anymore. I was thrashing against him but it only served for him to fuck me harder with the Ruger, the metal sliding in and out of my wetness. Then I ran out of strength. It was like I was zapped, my lips relaxing. Even my head was too heavy to keep up, as it fell to the side, and I whined, completely limp. I was going to pass out. I felt the darkness starting to come over me.

“That’s the beautiful surrender I like.” He threw the knife in his hand to the nightstand. “This is how I like my women,” he chuckled. “Beautifully used.”

The gun was still inside me and I was no longer afraid. I could have died at that moment and felt nothing but this pleasurable fatigue.

“Do you feel how wet I’ve made you?” He started to move the gun again. In and out. “Such a dirty little thing, getting off on a Ruger.” He moved up my body, and he palmed his cock through his trousers.

I could do nothing but moan.

“Do you want to tell me why you have the gun,” he said again. “Or do you need me to work you over some more?”

Chapter 27

Geordie

I was nowhere near done. Not until she was primed and ready to be led around on her hands and knees with her hair as a leash wrapped around my wrist. Not until I could take her to an establishment that would let me pull her skirts up and bounce her on my cock while I had a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. That could take months, or years to get to. But I was a patient man. Small steps led to big rewards.

I don’t know what came over me. I had replaced her passports and cash, but wanted to question her with the gun. She didn’t need to know that I already had the answers to my questions. I needed her to give me the truth. She had to give me the truth.

But all of this? The gun in her cunt … that was a surprise. I had unloaded the bullets, but that wasn’t the point. I was driven to do this to her. Like I wasn’t in control of my own actions. She had gotten off on it, which was the sweetest surprise of all.

“Geo, I can’t …” she shook her head.

“Can’t what, Princess?”

She turned her head to the side, her eyes open, but unseeing. Her poor body was so tense, a bead of sweat fell between her breasts making a salty trail that called to my tongue. I licked my lips, waiting for her to speak.

“I can’t tell you, please …” she shook her head. “I’ll do anything you want except that.”

Well, that was progress. Not great, but at least it was something.

“Anything I want?” I asked to clarify. I would hold her to her word.

“Anything, Geo,” she whimpered. “I promise. Anything.”

“Let’s test that, shall we?” I pulled the gun from between her thighs and it glistened with her juices. “Lick it clean.”

I brought the gun to her lips and to my surprise, her tongue darted out and she obeyed. The fear in her eyes licked at my desire the way she lapped at the barrel of her own gun.

“Good girl.” As those words left my lips, I felt her thighs clench around me. Did Pippa have a praise kink? Oh, what a lovely time to explore her body. To explore the woman she was now.

I unleashed my cock, barely pushing down my trousers.

This was how I liked it. A woman stripped bare while I was fully clothed. It was a power dynamic that I greatly enjoyed, and it was even more delicious with her.

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