Page 60 of Ruthless God

I don’t answer as I grab the clit stimulator from the drawer. I place it on her clit, and she screams at the top of her lungs, trying to move away from me.

“Who do you belong to?”

She bites down on her bottom lip, so I keep the stimulator on her.

“Motherfucker! Asshole!” she screams.

I yank the stimulator from her pussy, and tears leak down her face.

“P-please let me come. Don’t torture me like this.”

“Who do you belong to?”

My dick aches seeing her like this, so I grab some lube and put it over my dick and her ass crack before I lift her up on her knees.

“Please, no.”

I ignore her and slide my dick in her ass. She groans, pushing on my dick, like she wants me to fuck it. She squeezes so tight around me, it feels like she’s trying to push me out, so I shove forward. I’m not all the way inside of her yet.

“Please… Please… Fuck!”

I place the clit stimulator back on her clit, and she screams at the top of her lungs. I slide deep into her, making sure she gets every inch of me inside of her ass.

She’s going to take this dick whether she likes it or not.

I yank her ponytail hard. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

“You! I belong to you!”

Lyrical

Snow thrusts into me, and I come so hard, tears rush down my cheeks. When I feel him pull out, warm cum is sprayed all over my ass cheeks. He removes the clit stimulator, tosses it to the floor, then disappears to the bathroom, and walks back with a wet rag. Once he finishes wiping his cum from my ass, he wipes off his dick and he throws the washcloth into the basket. My legs feel like jelly, and I’m completely exhausted. As my eyelids feel heavy, I yank the soft blanket over my naked body.

I’m sore.

So sore.

I like it when he makes me sore.

And I’m scared of him, but it’s a good fear, I suppose. I think deep down Snow’s feelings for me are more than a silly crush and his behavior seems odd. He made me his sex toy, using me when it’s convenient for him. He used my sketches against me, to make my fantasies real, and he is always so protective over me. I wasn’t ready to admit to him that I want him, but he forced it out of me, giving me everything I want.

I like being his sex toy.

I like him dominating me.

I like every essence of him.

This is what I always wanted from Snow.

We started this school year as enemies, with him hating my guts, and I hate him for the way he treated me. I’m not sure if he thinks I killed Bailey. He made me admit my true feelings, and I don’t like it. My feelings for him are spiraling out of control.

Our relationship is spiraling out of control.

I want this man.

The fucked-up version of him.

Why?

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