Page 44 of Tormenting Me

Layne groans, closing her eyes as she leans her head back. “Eyes on the movie, Layne.” I continue massaging her scalp, and Layne struggles to stay focused. We’re at the part in the movie where the little girl is possessed and the priests are there to help her. Layne’s breathing deepens, becoming slower and more rhythmic. A shiver runs down her spine, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms and legs. Fear. Goddamn, her being afraid is such a turn-on. I tenderly stroke her inner thigh, gradually advancing towards her wet and eager pussy.

“Wes,” Layne whimpers, her body trembling as my middle finger glides into her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

“Watch your movie, baby.” I pump my finger inside her, adding in my ring finger, feeling her walls tighten around them. I stroke my fingers against the soft spot on her front wall, feeling her grip onto my fingers tighter as she bucks her hips, her clit seeking stimulation. The palm of my hand helps with that as she grinds against it. Layne’s thighs try to clench together, so I slip my knees under hers, keeping her spread wide open for me.

My other hand’s still in her hair, massaging her scalp. I grasp a fistful at the roots and pull gently, but firmly enough that Layne knows I’m the one that’s in control. Her eyes on mine now that I have tipped her head back, I say, “You’re going to be my good fucking girl, Layne. Aren’t you?”

“Yes—Yes, I’m going to be your good girl. Please, Wes.” Her breathy whimpers go straight to my cock, which is aching for its own release.

“Please, what Ma Petite Mort? What do you need? Tell your husband what you need from him.“ I can feel her walls pulsing around my fingers, but I don’t let up. The pads of my two fingers vigorously stroke and tap that soft spot with an unrelenting pace. She is so close.

Come one baby, squirt for me, I know you can. I can feel it.

“Oh… shit…I…I,” Layne’s eyes fill with tears as she let out a low moan, a gush of fluid releases soaking my hand and the comforter underneath us. God damn, it’s so fucking hot. The sound of her orgasm echoes throughout the warehouse. I’m so hard right now, on the verge of coming in my pants.

“I always knew you were a squirter, baby. So. Fucking. Hot.” I withdraw my fingers and stick them in my mouth, groaning as the taste of her awakens my taste buds. With her gathered release in my mouth, I take my fingers out and tilt her head up. My mouth is on hers and when she parts her lips, I spit her release into her mouth. “You taste fucking delicious, don’t you? Now you know why I’m so addicted to you. Swallow, Layne.”

Layne swallows. “Such a good fucking girl.” I groan.

I push Layne forward. “On your hands and knees, baby.” She props herself up, her pussy and ass on display for me. I let out a breath. Fuck, she’s perfect. Quickly, I undo my belt and drop my slacks, wasting no time and thrusting into her, then reaching forward I grab a fistful of her hair again. “Teasing your husband while he’s at work is a dangerous game to play, Ma Petite Mort.“ The sound of my cock driving in and out of her wet pussy has me leaning into her, fucking her harder.

“Oh, my…” she moans.

“I dare you to say God, Layne. You want someone to pray to, you can pray to me. I’ll be your God, baby. Just like you’re mine.” I give her hair a tug as my other hand slips underneath her and circles her clit. She lets out a whimper that tells me she is getting to the point of overstimulation. I back off.

“No…Wes…please I need to,” she begs, knowing I am denying her.

“You’ve already come, baby. Maybe if you can get me off, I’ll let you come again.”

If she can get me off. Who the fuck am I kidding? I’ve been holding off busting inside her since I shoved my cock in. Fuck it, she can come as many times as she is able to.

“Scratch that, you are going to come for me, Layne. You know I love you, don’t you, baby?” I ask, slowing down my thrusts.

“Uh huh,” she moans, nodding her head.

“Good, because the way I’m about to fuck you won’t sound like it.” I pull out only the head of my cock remaining inside her. I let go of her hair and take hold of her hips, slamming into her.

Layne screams, pain and pleasure coursing through her exhausted body. I relentlessly fuck her, driving my cock deep. There is nothing tender about this. It’s rough. The need to come inside her blinding my vision. I take one hand off her hip and reach down into my pants, pulling my knife out of my pocket. Opening it, I run the blade down the exposed part of her back. I hesitate.

“Do it,” she whimpers, “make me bleed for you.”

The tip of the blade pierces the supple skin between her shoulder blades. I make sure that I don’t cut too deep, just deep enough to bring a thin line of blood to the surface. Layne moans as pull the cold blade away from her skin. Her pussy starts to spasm around me, the flutters have me falling over the edge. “That’s it, Ma Petite Mort, fucking give it to me. Give me what’s only mine“ Layne’s legs shake and I have to hold her up as I chase my release. I lean over her and lick the blood from the cut, soothing the sting with my tongue. I pull out, flip her over, and thrust back inside.

“Wes,” she mumbles, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck, drawing me closer to her. My lips are on hers, blood now all over her face. I let out a breathy groan against her lips, as I can’t hold back anymore. My muscles in my abdomen flex as I spill deep inside her. I wrap my arms around her, holding Layne to me.

After a few more slow, gentle thrusts, I still and stay seated inside of her. Looking down at her, I push her hair out of her face then lean in to tenderly to kiss her lips.

“That didn’t feel like anything but love, Wes.” Layne says, eyeing me with a slight grin on her face.

“I could never hate you, baby. Kiss me, cut me, fuck me, kill me. As long as it’s you, Layne. You’re the poison I would happily drink, knowing it would kill me.” I pull out and scoot my thighs under her ass to keep it elevated.

“Ah, so we’re back to the old raising my hips again, huh?” Layne teases playfully.

“You know it. Then, when we’re done, I’m gonna to clean you up and then feed you. We’ll actually watch a scary movie, then when it’s over, I’ll fuck you some more. How’s that sound?” I caress her thighs, loving the feel of her silky skin against my hands.

“Sounds perfect.” She smiles, biting her lip and her eyes squinting.

After getting Layne showered, cleaning the fresh cut on her back, changing the bedding and getting her comfy clothes, she requested soup for dinner. I place an order for some pho from the restaurant a few buildings up. While she’s finishing up in the bathroom, I grab my keys and shout. “Be back in a few minutes, gonna grab the food.”

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