What happened the other night was nothing new. It’s not like I’ve never fucked her like that before. She enjoyed it, she came three fucking times whilst she was still conscious and then when I spent the rest of the night inside her I felt her pussy fluttering around me as her orgasms kept on coming even whilst she slept.
Willow’s body was made for me and I know how far I can push it, all she needs to do is trust me.
Maybe the blood on my skin from my fresh kill was too much for her but it’s what I am and she’d do well to realize that.
It was a reminder of everything I’m capable of doing for her.To her.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m heading upstairs.
Willow’s asleep when I reach the bedroom, that’s all she’s been doing lately. Sleeping and avoiding talking to me.
I take her by surprise by ripping the covers off her and grabbing her legs. Then I kneel on the bed, drag her ass up onto my lap and hook her ankles over my shoulders, she yells and squirms as she tries to get away from me.
“Dean, stop it! I’m not doing this now!”
“It’s time, little kitten,” I say, flashing her a smile.
“For what?” she sounds panicked and I run my palms over her smooth skin and the rough scabs of her cuts. I’m never not going to love looking at my name permanently scarred onto her.
She’s not wearing any clothes.
If she’s so fucking scared of me why does she leave her pussy so vulnerable?
She knows damn well I can come in and use it whenever I like, if she didn’t want that the least she could do is cover herself up. But no, my little kitten likes to resist and pretend she doesn’t want me when really she’s aching for what I can give her.
“Time for you to finally admit that you love every second of this. That you want me to hurt you.” Her eyes flash wide but she doesn’t say no or try to get away from me.
I take my cock out and line it up with her pussy sinking home before she’s had a chance to get wet but I slide in easier than expected.
“See? You're wet already. Your pussy’s begging me for it and now you will too.”
Something aches inside me, I don’t understand what the feeling is but it makes my skin feel tight.
She’s trembling as fat tears spill down her cheeks but her pussy doesn’t let up its tight hold on me.
“You asked me before why I kill people. It's because it's easy to hurt people. I learnt from a very young age that people will always try to hurt other people. No one’s innocent. Not even you, little kitten.” I slam my hips hard into her and she cries. “No, don't protest it, it's a good thing, for you at least. You’re a kinky, little pain slut. Why would I waste that by killing you?”
I pull out of her, missing the feel of her pussy wrapped around me as soon as I’m out but something doesn’t feel right. These tears used to turn me on but now they make me feel wrong.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Willow. You’re going to come just from feeling pain and then I’ll fuck you as a reward.”
“You’re crazy! I’m not going to come from that. Stop doing this to me!”
“You do it to yourself, baby. I won’t fuck you if you don’t come. I’ll leave you alone.”
“No—,” before she can finish her sentence I grab her by the throat and yank her over my lap. Then without warning I slapthe bare skin of her ass, the sound bounces around the room followed shortly by her scream.
I let up on her throat so I can hear the full extent of her pain as I bring my hand down again.
With each scream, I stroke her throat feeling it move as she chokes on her tears. Between slaps, I stroke her pussy and feel it getting wetter and wetter.
“What good does it do to deny your feelings? Let yourself enjoy it. Just give in and tell me what you need.”
She can’t get any words out as she sobs violently, her body trembling on my lap. I ease up and stroke the red swell of her ass. “Does it sting? Bet your pussy’s desperate to be filled as I spank you.” I slip a finger inside her and she moans as her walls clench around me. I laugh to myself.
It’s too fucking easy.
So why is she so stubborn?