Page 5 of Beast

Frozen by fear and disgust, I keep my eyes fixed on the stone wall before me. After he’s wound me up tighter than a coil with the pain, he finally stops. Why the hell am I aroused right now?

“That was just a taste of what I’m capable of if you disobey,” he says. “Now on your knees and turn around.”

Like a robot, I do as I’m told, turning to face him in time to see him pull out his huge, hard cock. Dread seizes hold of me while I stare at it, the tip dripping with cum. I clench my eyes shut and drop to my knees, trying to block out what’s happening. But Matias grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head backward.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commands. Slowly, I force my eyes open. His gaze bores into me, twisted and cruel.

“Now be a good little bitch and open up.” He taps the head of his cock against my tightly closed lips. I try to turn my head away, but his grip on my hair is too strong.

The pain intensifies as he twists harder. Tears spring to my eyes. If I refuse, there’s no telling what he’ll do. So, I part my lips.

Matias chuckles darkly as he shoves himself into my mouth. I gag, overwhelmed by his size as he hits the back of my throat. But he doesn’t stop, roughly fucking my face while holding my head in place. Saliva spills everywhere and hot tears flood my cheeks.

“That’s it, just like that,” he groans. I feel nauseous, struggling not to literally throw up as he fucks the back of my throat over and over. All the while I can feel my body responding, dampening between my thighs at his rough treatment.

What the hell?

Perhaps it’s because of my ADHD. Maybe this is giving me an outlet. Or maybe I’ve got a seriously fucked up case of Stockholm Syndrome.

After what feels like an eternity, Matias finally pulls out, leaving me gasping for air. He smirks down at me while idly stroking himself.

“That was good, Blake,” he says. “But we’re just getting started.” He gestures to the corner of the cell where a small, dingy and stained mattress lies. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

My heart sinks. I know what’s coming next. Moving mechanically, I crawl onto the mattress. The scratchy fabric irritates my skin. I position myself as he ordered, staring down at the stained, threadbare surface.

Behind me, I hear Matias’ boots thudding against the concrete as he approaches. His hands grasp my hips tight enough to bruise. I flinch as he flips up the back of my shirt and tears down my shorts and underwear.

Expecting him to slam into me, I brace myself. Instead, I feel his tongue against my pussy. My heart skips a beat.

His tongue flicks over my clit, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure through me. I clench my fists into the mattress, fighting back tears.

“God, you’re already soaked. You like that, don’t you?” Matias taunts. His stubble scrapes against my inner thighs as his tongue explores my most intimate areas.

Despite how fucked this is, my body responds. And he’s right. I am wet. It makes me hate myself.

“Please, stop,” I beg weakly, my voice breaking. But Matias ignores me. His hands grip my hips harder as he eats me out aggressively, like an animal devouring its prey.

I bury my face in the mattress, willing myself to disconnect, to pretend I’m somewhere far away. But the sensations won’t let me escape. My breaths come faster and I can’t hold back a small moan.

Matias lifts his head and chuckles. “I knew you’d enjoy this.” I hear him spit, then feel his fingers roughly enter me, stretching me open. I whimper at the intrusion but he shows no mercy, curling his fingers inside me until I cry out.

“That’s it, let it out,” Matias says. He withdraws his fingers and runs the head of his hard cock through my lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t fuck your pussy. At least not yet. God I have some hot fucking fantasies about you, me and Kali together, though.”

I freeze at the thought. Matias has had his eyes on Kali from the moment he saw her. He looks at her like a ravenous beast, and for some fucked up reason he’s also taken a liking to me.

Has he done this to Kali too or is she next?

“Now, I want you to come for me,” he demands, thrusting his fingers deeper and hitting a spot inside within that lights me up.

Just like with the dildo, I find myself so turned on it’s sick.

I bite my lip, trying to resist the pleasure building inside me. But Matias’ skilled fingers find all the right spots, playing my body like an instrument.

“That’s it, just let go,” he urges as I tremble on the brink, my legs quaking. With a few more strokes, he pushes me over the edge and I come hard, crying out in release.

Matias doesn’t stop, dragging out my orgasm until I’m overstimulated and writhing. Only then does he pull his fingers free, leaving me panting and spent on the mattress.

“You’re even more responsive than I thought,” he says, clearly pleased. I feel disgusted, hating my body for betraying me like this.

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