Page 7 of All Your Pain

How strong is this guy?

He takes a step towards me and I try to hop back but I stumble and end up on my knees in front of him.

Pain shoots up my legs but I try not to show him any weakness. He cups the back of my head weaving his long fingers through my hair, making my scalp tingle. His bulge is big and hard in front of me. It’s difficult not to look at it. It’s either that or his face and I’m scared what will happen if our eyes lock.

“Please, don’t do this,” I beg him but I’m quickly learning that anytime I plead with him he seems to enjoy it.

“Take my cock out, little kitten.” I shake my head and his grip in my hair tightens so hard I can feel strands tearing from my scalp. “I don’t have any lube so the only wetness you’ll be getting is your own saliva, if you don’t suck me off I’ll be going in dry.”

“I’m not doing that!” The thought of him tearing me as he fucks me is unpleasant enough already but the idea of having him in my mouth first and having to actively participate is even worse. At least if he just uses me I can lie back and pretend I’m not really here.

“Suit yourself.” He tosses me onto my side and drops to his knees. I kick at him but he grabs my ankles holding them painfully tight. Then he reaches around to the back of his pants and pulls out the same knife from before except this time the blade is clean. I brace myself for what comes next but he only cuts the rope and sets the knife down behind him.

“Your ankles are so red, guess I tied you up too tight.” He runs a finger over the inflamed lines and I wince. It stings but hisfingers are also cool enough to feel soothing which is so much worse than the pain. In no way do I want to find any comfort from this man.

“Good or bad?” he asks. I look away from him, shielding my face with my hair so he doesn’t know how good his touch feels.

I feel his hands run up my legs, his thumbs stroking my thighs as they near the heat that’s radiating between my legs. He unzips my jeans and starts to tug them down along with my underwear. I kick at him again but once he’s got them over my feet he puts all his weight on my knees to spread me open. My thigh muscles burn and shake as he pins me down.

I put my hands in front of my pussy shielding it from his view but he easily pulls my hands above my head.

He starts to trail the knife over my chest. “Gotta see all of you for this.” He grabs my collar and starts hacking my clothes off me. I scream expecting to feel it slice into my skin but he doesn’t leave a single mark on me.

“You really are such a sweet, little thing, Willow.”

I gasp as he says my name, the sound of it coming from his mouth taking me by surprise. He must have looked through my bag and found my ID. It doesn’t feel right that he’s invading every part of me, my privacy and my body, like he has some right to it and I don’t even know his name.

I start to cry as his hands roam over my body leaving trails of goosebumps behind.

“Shh shh shh,” he hushes me as he places a finger to my lips. I close them tight but that seems to amuse him. He drags the digit over the seam of my lips, it feels rough and calloused. I imagine how his fingers would feel all over my body and shiver. He starts to slowly lean in closer and closer. Then he kisses me.

My head grinds into the concrete with the force of him pushing against me. His tongue is insistent on getting in my mouth butI resist him. Until he starts to bite me. His canines cut into my lower lip and my mouth opens with a cry.

I lose control of every sense other than the taste of him as he kisses me with what feels like primal need.

Why does he have to taste so good?

I end up biting him back but it spurs him on and the taste of our blood mixing on our tongues makes us both moan. My tongue seems to have a mind of its own as it finds its way deeper into his mouth and I whimper as he sucks it hard.

When he pulls away, I’m gasping for air but I can’t move. I lie there like my unwanted lust has made me paralytic and he studies my face with a serious expression for a long moment until that crazy smile breaks out on his face again.

Why does he have to look so beautiful?

“Didn’t think you’d get so into it.” I’m not sure if he's talking to me or himself. “I’ve never had a witness to deal with like this before. Maybe I’ll keep you around for a while. Then again, let’s see how good this pussy is before we start getting ahead of ourselves.”

He’s going to kill me and I wish he’d just get it over with. Death would be so much better than enjoying any of this. No matter how good looking he is, or how good he’s making me feel, I just saw him murder someone. This is all kinds of wrong.

He leans down so his lips are touching my ear and whispers, “then again dead girls tell no tales.”

“Please, don't drag this out. If you’re going to kill me, then please, just make it quick! Please!” I beg through my tears.

He sits up, his weight bearing down on me and looks at me with a puzzled expression.

“Don’t worry, little kitten, we'll have lots of fun first. I promise I’ll make it good.” He thrusts his pelvis against my bare pussy and the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against my clit. I moan androll my hips, my mind’s telling me to get away from him but my needy body wants more of the friction.

I hear the zip of his jeans and then something big and hot is pressing against my pussy. He runs it up away from my entrance where he massages my clit with the spongy head. My head rolls back as my hips move up for more of the touch.

“Wait, please!” I choke out, my bound hands grabbing on to the front of his shirt.

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