Page 84 of Absentia Mori

I lead him over to a metal chair, the cleanest one I can find, and nudge him to sit. “You’re safe now. You’re in control.”

He gazes up at me with haunted eyes. But his lust chases away the shadows. “Take off your pants.”

My breath hitches as I take off my boots and jeans. A sheen of sweat beads across his forehead as he grips the arms of the chair.

“You’re in control,” I repeat.

He slides his hands over my hips, fingering the hem of my lace panties. “Off.”

I nod and push my panties down. The heat in my core rises as I stand between his legs.

“Now take my cock out and sit down on it.”

My fingers shake with anticipation as I unzip his pants and free his cock. My belly flutters when I see my name etched into his shaft. I run my fingers over it. “It healed nicely.”

“Sit,” he orders, his voice gruff.

“Yes, sir.” I straddle him and line up the tip of his cock to my entrance. Fuck, I’m already so wet.

He peels back the lips of my pussy as I inch down his shaft. We both gasp as he fills me. I stretch around him like a rubber band, clenching and releasing until I’m sitting all the way down and I can feel him in my stomach.

“Uhhh,’ I whimper. “Tell me what you want.”

He digs his fingers into my thighs. “Fuck this place out of me, doll face. Fuck me hard and fast.”

I grab the back of his chair for leverage and pull up, tingling as his veiny ridges rub against my swollen flesh. “You’re in control,” I whisper as I slam back down.

He lets out a deep moan. “Yeah, just like that.”

I rotate my hips, twisting and turning on his engorged cock as I ride him. Pressure builds in my core with each thrust. “Look around the room, Fabien. This isn’t your nightmare anymore.”

He grunts and pulls me down hard again before I’m halfway up. But he does as I say and takes in the view around him—the bloody sheets, the chipped walls, the restraints that hang from each of the beds. He takes a deep breath and lets the stench of chemicals fill his chest.

“Who’s in control?” I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against his abdomen.

“Fuck… I am,” he whispers.

I clench my pussy tight around his cock, stilling myself. “Louder, Fabien. Who is in fucking control?”

His cock twitches inside of me as his pre cum trickles out. He wraps his hand around my throat and screams in my face, “I am!” His voice is demonic, his eyes glazing with lust and the promises of all the vile things he wants to do to me.

I unclench and ride him harder, faster, and without restraint. “Good boy,” I grit out.Fuck. A deep spasm cuts off my breath, threatening to shatter me into a million pieces.

I whimper as I claw at his back, fisting his shirt in my hands.

He stands us up and charges toward the wall. The breath leaves my lungs as he slams me up against it. “My filthy fucking whore,” he drawls as he thrusts into me. “Cum with me right fucking now.”

I gasp for air as his cock pierces me so deep I almost pass out. It triggers me. “Fuck… Fabien.” Wave after wave of spasms crash through me as my cream squirts onto his cock.

“Ahh, fuck.” His cum soaks me, filling me to the brim as we grind against each other. “I’m in control,” he moans.

“Yes,” I murmur into his ear right before I take his lobe in my mouth. I suck it hard as we ride out our orgasms in this room of fucking horrors.

Our brutality heals us. We mend the broken things like this. With vile and depraved acts of service to each other. I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without them.

He sets me down and helps me dress before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “Thank you.”

I trace the edges of my name on his cock before putting it back inside his pants. “Your scars make you beautiful too. I’ll kill anyone who tries to tell you different.”

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