Page 26 of In Love with the Devil

Hurt me, please.

He pins me to the bed, his palm on my spine, yanks the towel off, and spanks me. I hold my breath while grinding my teeth, fist the sheets, wincing at the sting. Every time, I involuntarily lift my butt, trying to escape the next burning. The tears are quick and many, like when Mom used to beat me, like the last time he visited.One thing Julian doesn't know is that my tears are notonly about him or this spanking. But I can't deny it, the physical pain is unbearable. It’s so much worse than I remember.

I can’t take it.The scream rips out of me after two more slaps. My skin burns; I swear it’s about to break and bleed. He ignores my wailing, and continues. His hold digs into my skin, putting too much pressure on my nerves and veins. He must have seen me come out of his car. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s punishing me for bringing another man home. He probably thinks it was a date.

“I’m sorry!” I finally scream while sobbing.

“What are you sorry for? Dancing like a whore? Kissing guys in cars? Bringing them home? Which is it Astoria?"

My eyes snap open with shock. He was there. He was watching me the whole time. "For everything."

"No one's gonna love you like I do!” His words ring in my ear.

I cower away, realizing the extent of his anger.Like he does?I don’t have time to fully process his words. The smacking is now leaving an unbearable burning that pulses through my skin. I'm desperate so I just agree with him. "I know."

Spank. "You're mine."

No!My toes dig into the carpet, trying to pull away even though it’s only granting me more pain. He keeps hitting me on the same spot. I’ll take a hit anywhere else but there. “Please, stop. Please. Julia–n!”

Spank. "You're fucking mine. Say it.”Spank. "Mine." Spank. "Mine." Spank. "All fucking mine! Stop acting like you're not!" he screams. "Say it!" Spank. "Fucking sa–y i–t! Spank. Spank. Spank. He keeps repeating it louder with every smacking, the extent of his psychotic behavior terrifying me. How much worse will it get?

I don't want to say that I'm his because I don't want it to be true. I just want to be loved by someone who's nice. I've never had that. Instead, I always get this, sickos who want to use me. It's all I've ever known. My words are trembling and jumbled together because I'm a blubbering mess, tears and snot mixing. “I'm sorry. I’m a dirty whore." I try to withstand another smack but I can't. "I'm yours.”

“You need me to fuck you.”

Oh no, he's going to rape me. Please God no. “No! No, don’t do it, Julian, please. I'm yours I promise.” Terror and desperation ring in my every syllable. “I’m a cheap, fucking whore. I’m sorry.”

“And what do whores do, Astoria?”

“No. I can’t. Please don’t do it. Please, Julian, not you too.”My words seems to get through to him because he stops hitting and screaming at me. He does nothing but pant while I try to calm my weeping.

“I brought you another gift. Do you like that I bring you a gift every time I visit you, baby?” he whispers into my ear.

A wet rubber slowly slides between my butt cheeks, and dread fills every corner of my being, silencing me. No way would I survive being raped in the ass. The shock consumes all my logic, and I pull so hard that every bone in my body hurts, but I have no strength to escape. It touches the entrance to my pussy. I feel the length of it against my leg. It’s almost the length of my thigh. Terror grips my chest.

“Here's your gift. This should calm the filthy slut you are”

I gasp and forget to breathe. The dildo builds pressure as it stuffs me, expanding me too deep already. “Julian…” How can I speak some sense into this deranged psycho?He fucks me with it. All my muscles tense.

“You want it, whore.”

Iama whore. That’s why I want Dr. Michaelson so badly. That’s why my eyes roll back and I release anahwith a breath as the dildo slides in and out of me. I want those fingers massaging my insides again. I want his concerned expression, like he cares. It was the same facial expression he had before he almost killed that guy.

“Play with yourself like the whore you are.”

He sinks it too deep, so that every time it slides out, I dread it sweeping back in, because it’s too fat and long. It steals my breath away.

“Julian, stop. Please, stop,” I yell and arch my back.

Instead of listening to me, he thrusts it again and again at a speed I can’t comprehend. “Oh God,” I pant after an ear-piercing screech, not knowing what to do with myself, where to go, what to say. I lose all thought.

“I said touch yourself.”

Quickly, I fold my arms under, separate my pussy lips, finding myself incomprehensibly soaking wet, and stroke at my stiff clit. It takes seconds before the pleasure overwhelms me, pushing my eyes to the back, my eyelids closing.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”The word comes out in puffs of breath. My moans ooze pleasure.

“Yeah. That’s right, fuck it,” he commands me.

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