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WILLOW

Iwake up slowly, my body and head hurt too much to even move. My hands and feet are practically numb from being bound for so long.

When I eventually try to move, everything comes back to me and I’m suddenly aware of the fact that there’s a cock inside me.

My eyes flash open and I take in my surroundings. I’m in a bedroom, mycaptorsbedroom, in his bed with his cock inside me.

I don’t even know if he’s awake yet but I move hoping to get him out of me before he does wake up.

As I try to roll over, pain flashes through my body and I tense.

So does my pussy.

Dean groans behind me, “fuck, kitten, good morning to you too.” He rolls his hips and more pain flairs but this time from deep inside my pussy. “Could get used to waking up like this.”

“Please, don’t, I’m too sore.”

“All the more reason to fuck you then, you can describe every painful detail to me.”

Why does he enjoy tormenting me and why does my body seem to like it so much?

I grip the sheets as he uses me, pain quickly blurs into pleasure and my body starts to betray me again. No matter how much I want to disappear into myself, I can’t.

All I can think of is how he feels inside me and his words keep bringing me right back to him.

For such a ruthless man he has such a sweet tongue.

“You’re pussy’s so pretty stuffed full of my cock, Willow. Going to enjoy using you everyday.”

Until you’ve had enough of me,I think to myself.

“Stop focusing on the future and enjoy what we have now.”

Or maybe I didn’t think it.

Either way, it’s true though, no matter what he tries to make me believe. I’m sure a man like him will only be interested in me until his fun runs out. He said so himself. All he cares about is his own sick enjoyment and when that’s up it’s over for me.

Somehow even the thought of death doesn’t stop my body from vibrating as he teases my clit. I hiss out a wince as he tugs and pinches it. A part of me wants to give in and let myself enjoy all of this. If I'm going to die anyway, why not let myself feel some pleasure before the end?

“Does that hurt?”

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth, my knuckles are white from how tight I’m clutching the sheet beneath me. It's not all bad though, as that euphoric pleasure is building back up inside me but he doesn't need to know that.

I don’t know why he has to keep asking me if it hurts. It’s not like he stops when I say yes.

If he’s trying to find my limits I’m pretty sure he’s become well acquainted with them, but he still keeps pushing me. I’m terrified at how far he’ll keep going, but for some reason that makes my heart rate speed up.

“Describe it.”

“What? No,” I gasp out as he thrusts in hard. My back arches from the impact.

“If you don’t, I won’t let you come,” Dean teases in a singsong voice.

Good.I don’t want to come.

If I really believe that, why is my body chasing any release it can get?

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