Page 84 of Brutal Game

Busying myself with my task, I carefully pushed the plunger into her neck. She relaxed further, her sleep smoother. Easier.

I hoped she was dreaming of me.

Opening the little box, I pulled out the tiny tracker, no bigger than a tick, as well as a scalpel, needle, and thread. Covering my hands with surgical gloves, I ripped open a small packet and wiped antiseptic over her left shoulder. Hating marring her perfect skin, but needing it to be done, I sliced a small incision and placed the tracker inside before using Dermabond to seal it back up. That way, she’d never know what I’d done.

For a moment, I almost felt gratitude toward my father for his abuse. Almost. I’d become overly familiar with Dermabond over the years as I’d cleaned up my siblings wounds, and my own.

Rising to my feet, I stared at the Rubenesque goddess before me. She looked so beautiful, sleeping there, round and soft, her curved thigh and leg exposed. Everything was stunning, down to her unpolished toes.

An insatiable urge to get in between those thick, dimpled thighs overtook me. I didn’t fight it. I wanted that pussy on my tongue and around my cock, and the idea of doing it when she was deep in sleep was so fucking hot. Maybe she would dream of me. She’d certainly wake to me.

Reaching down, I caressed her hip, her inner thigh, hooking my hand under it and dragging it open and over. She lay exposed, and I could see the outline of her pussy through her panties.

I dragged the covers off of her and slipped off her panties. Her perfect cunt was not prepared for me, clit hidden under its hood, no wetness to be seen.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

Climbing onto the bed, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, leaning down to nuzzle her inner thighs and smell her. The apples and honey scent was still there, but overwhelmed by the raw scent of cunt.

My cunt.

Mine.

Just like I was hers.

It was a profound feeling, knowing I belonged to someone else. That I was making decisions for both of us now. I glanced up as I licked her, long and gentle. Her face was smoothed out in sleep, completely unaware of what was happening below. My cock grew hard at the knowledge that I owned her so thoroughly, I could even have her when she wasn’t aware. Shemighttake issue with that, but I didn’t give a single fuck.

I licked again, and again, the taste and smell of her surrounding me as thoroughly as her legs. Got lost in her, in the sheer Aviva-ness of her, the uniqueness to her and this experience that no one else had provided for me, and no one else ever would. My gentleness turned into a ferocious need to dominate her. Something in me snapped, and I began eating her, biting her thighs, sucking on her clit, shoving my tongue inside her perfect pussy.

It could’ve been seconds, it could have been years, it didn’t matter. I was attaching my mouth to her and never detaching.

And then a tiny sound. A moan.

And wetness drenching my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I growled against her pussy, determined to get her closer to orgasm before my now hard cock got its turn. My cock protested this, greedy and territorial, wanting to be inside hernow.

I tried to find some control, but it wasn’t easy, not when this delectable meal lay before me in the form of a girl that had taken over my every thought. A girl whose eyelids twitched as she moaned again, a word leaving her lips, a single, harsh syllable that sounded like my name.

Yeah, I couldn’t wait any longer. Ripping off my gray sweatpants and boxers, I kneeled, grabbing my hard cock, lining up with her pussy, and slamming in.

Fuck, so tight.She was always so tight at first, even though I’d loosened her up with arousal. It was hard work, sometimes, getting all the way inside her. The reminder that she’d been a virgin until me was so fucking satisfying. I’d had her first, and I’d have her last.

Pulling out, I slammed in again, then again, the glide becoming easier each time. I gripped her ankles, lost for a moment in them; delicate, but much stronger than they looked.

Just like her.

Time passed, or froze, as I moved inside her, faster and faster, aided by her wetness as she soaked my cock, galvanized by her moans as they grew louder and quicker.

I needed her to come. Desperately.

Words spilled out of me, ones I had no control over.

“You gorgeous, brilliant little thing, you know I’m here, don’t you. Asleep but dreaming of me. I’m everywhere, in your body, your head. Your fucking soul, when I get my way.”

Releasing one of her ankles, I started drawing small, fastcircles over her clit, and when it peaked out from under its hood, I increased the speed, gentle in my control.

She was close. And oh fuck, so was I.

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