Page 18 of Vicious

It’s been too long since I’ve been able to let go, to let loose on a woman who didn’t instantly safe word the first time things got too intense. Hardcore masochists are hard to find, and now that I’ve found May, I can’t wait to see her cry and hear her scream over and over again.

“P-please stop,” she begs me several slaps later, the tears she’s tried so hard to keep at bay spilling down her cheeks.

I pause, admiring those tears. My cock is already hard, just from the adrenaline of spanking her and seeing her beautiful reactions. I gently caress her back and draw my finger between her ass cheeks and down to her pussy. It’s so heated and so wet.

“Stop?” I taunt. “It seems like you’re enjoying it.”

May tries to squirm away from me. I find her clit, though, lightly stroking it, and she shudders. “No,” she whimpers.

It doesn’t make a difference to me, especially now that her body is telling me a completely different story from what she’s trying to say. It invigorates me, fuels me, reminds me of what a good idea it had been to snatch her up the second I could.

This is why I’d wanted her.

“Oh, Ah-May,” I croon, running my finger over her slick clit before dipping it inside of her. She clenches around it, and I’m so tempted to just push her over and fill that tight hole with my cock all over again.

I will, after she’s on birth control.

I take my slick fingers and rub them over her lips. “Suck, May.” I pause and add, “And don’t bite. I’m not the masochist here.”

She looks at me with beautiful tears gleaming in her hate-filled eyes, and I smile at her as she slowly obeys. Her mouth feels like heaven, so hot and wet, and when she sucks on my finger, it goes straight to my cock.

“The room existed before I met you,” I tell her jovially, enjoying the way she tenses even more. “But I started redecorating after. A sweet bird like you deserves the very best. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you with subpar equipment, after all.”

It’s clear she has no idea what she’s doing with her mouth, but that’s not the point of this at all. I don’t care if she’s good at sucking on my finger—or even on my cock. It’s her reluctant obedience, the way her body has begun to react to me in ways I’ve only dreamed about, that turns me on.

Well, those dreams are reality now, and I pull my finger from her mouth to smear her saliva across her chin.

“You’ve seen how you taste,” I tell her. “You ready to see how I taste? Unless you’d like me to spank you some more, first, to get you properly into the mood.”

Even though May shakes her head, I can see the way she shivers—and I don’t think it’s from disgust. Fear, maybe, but more from her body’s own actions than anything I’m doing to her.

“Get my cock out of my trousers,” I order. “I can always grab the paddle or the flogger, if you’d prefer that.”

There’s a brief moment of hesitation where I wonder if she’s considering letting me hurt her more to avoid sucking me off. I don’t care either way, but she definitely does.

She slowly moves to the floor so she can fumble with the fastenings of my trousers, unbuttoning them and hesitating. I smile indulgently at her, enjoying the way she scowls back in turn, then watch as she pulls the zipper down.

“Did you ever wonder about doing this?” I ask her as I stroke her hair. “You don’t strike me as the type who practiced with bananas. But maybe you had a crush on an actor, and you daydreamed about him grabbing you roughly and shoving you to your knees, forcing his cock inside you.”

“I’m not a sick pervert like you are,” she mutters, but the way she shudders has me wondering if the thought really has crossed her mind.

I push my thumb against her jaw, although she stubbornly keeps her mouth closed until it begins to hurt. Once she opens up, I hook my thumb into her mouth and push down. She winces uncomfortably, and her entire face is alight in a beautiful red glow.

“No, of course not,” I murmur. “Ah-May is the purest flower.” I shift forward in my seat so I can rub the tip of my cock across her jaw.

She pulls back, glowering at me. “Don’t mock me.”

I chuckle at her and force her close again. “If you do a good job, I might be too distracted to say anything at all.”

May scoffs, but the resistance seems to bleed away as the head of my cock rubs against her lips.

“Open up,” I tell her, and despite how friendly the words might sound, there’s no room for disobedience.

She hesitates, and just when I’m about to grab her by the jaw again and force her mouth open, her lips part. Her tongue tentatively laps at the slit, and her nose wrinkles a little. “I can’t—” she starts to say, but I cut the words off as I shove deeper into her mouth.

Squirming, May tries to resist, but I card my fingers through her hair and urge her to take more of my cock into her mouth. Seeing her lips stretch wide around my cock in a perfect O is every bit as blissful as I could’ve imagined.

Her teeth do scrape my cock, and I think about admonishing her, but she really is a complete beginner in everything. “Watch those teeth, May,” I say gently, a little out of breath. “Or I deepthroat you so hard you won’t be able to do anything at all.”

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