Page 60 of Savage

I clench my fists, breathing through the anger. “Enough,” I tell her. “Hands against the wall, legs wide.”

Stef bows her head and obeys, trembling and barely able to keep herself up as she leans against the wall with her legs spread wide. I turn off the shower spray. She says nothing, pressing her forehead against the cold shower tile and waiting helplessly while I spread her ass cheeks.

I roughly shove a finger into her ass, and she cries out again. Sobs wrack her body while I thrust in and out, getting as deep as I can before I pull my finger out again.

The gloves come out clean.

It doesn’t feel like they should. She’s still stained, still tainted.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her. “With a condom, because you don’t fucking deserve to have me bare. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me for not throwing you out into the trash. Do you understand?”

Stef nods quickly, leaning hard against the wall as she trembles. “Please,” she whispers. “Please f-fuck me. Thank you for… for not…” She dissolves into tears again.

I roll the condom onto my cock, then grab her by the nape of her neck with one hand while grabbing for the bottle of lube I keep in the shower with the other.

I slather my condom-covered cock with a thin layer of lube.

That’s the only mercy I plan on giving her.

I shove into her without any sort of preparation, and again, she screams; again, my cock throbs with desire at the sound of it, at the feeling of her clamping around me so snugly. I thrust into her with abandon, over and over again, while she whimpers and whines and cries out.

“I wanted you to be perfect,” I growl at her as my pleasure builds. “You promised you’d behave. I’ve been so nice to you.”

“I’m sorry!” she cries out, but it seems that’s all she can say, and it’s not enough. It’s never going to be enough. Words are only words, and no matter how many times she utters them, it’s not going to erase the taint of what she’s done. “Master, please!”

She tightens up around me, and another few thrusts have me coming hard… into the condom, with no chance of leaving anything behind in her.

It’s just as well. She doesn’t deserve anything from me.

The endorphins from the orgasm are enough to dampen my anger a little. I loosen my grip on her and slowly pull out. Stef sobs silently against the wall.

I take the condom off, holding it so that nothing spills. “Clean me up,” I order. “With your mouth.”

Stef bites her bottom lip but slowly turns, getting to her knees in front of me and taking my cock into her mouth. Her tongue laps at me like a kitten’s at first, and I growl. She takes the hint and licks more fervently, taking me deep into her mouth as she licks every trace of cum from my cock. It has to taste like the condom and lube, but I don’t give a damn.

When my cock is as clean as it’ll get from her mouth, I shove her head away. “Enough. Now, did you already forget what I told you?”

“N-no. I didn’t. Thank you, Master, for not throwing me… into the… into the trash.” She nearly chokes on another sob.

I stare at her, at her tear-stained face, the way her wet hair clings to her skin.

And it’s still not enough.

I empty the condom out onto her head.

She sobs harder, bowing her head. Most of the cum lingers in her hair, but some of it drips down onto her face. She doesn’t try to push it away, too hysterical to think about it—or maybe understanding that she’s on a razor’s edge.

“Come. I’m locking you up for the night, since I can’t trust you on your own.”

Stef whimpers but nods, and she starts to crawl toward the bedroom. The crawling should soothe some part of the animalistic rage racing through me, but it just makes me more disgusted.

I thought she’d be the right one.

But maybe I should just throw her away.

I don’t say anything else as I cuff her to the bed and leave her there.

CHAPTER 15

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