Page 47 of Little Puppet

It’s hard even to catch my breath.

“You stay here with me when I fuck you, darling.” He drops his face into the crook of my neck and bites down hard.

I cry out as my next orgasm rolls through me, mowing me down and making my vision blur. “Cain!”

“Fuck, it’s never enough. I could listen to you scream my name over and over until the Devil came to get me for my sins, puppet.”

He continues his onslaught, his cock battering my sensitive insides until it once again feels so fucking good.

“You come for me again like a good girl, and I’ll let you sleep.”

His offer makes me feel like the end is in sight. I can see the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

“I can’t. Not again, Cain, please, stop,” I beg helplessly.

He shakes his head, sweat dripping off him and painting my body.

“Give me what I want, puppet.”

There’s no threat following his words, but it’s laced in his tone.

His hand slides between us, his mouth dropping open to mirror mine as he rubs over my clit in delirious swirls of torment.

It’s like he knows my body better than I do. Like it’s his instrument to play, and I’ve been wandering through my entire adult life, unsuspecting that this kind of pleasure was out there.

“Come on, pretty darling. You can do it; come for me again, and you’ll be wrapped in my warmth, covered in blankets, and dozing sleepily before you can blink.”

The rapture he promises has my eyes growing heady, my body needy and begging, but I’m afraid of the next orgasm. Fearful of how powerful it’s going to feel.

I’ve never come so much with a man before, and just my luck that the man who knows how to make my body break into bits is a fucking psychopath.

My belly warms, and my spine tingles, and I lift my head to look down at where his hand is strumming my clit, mouth hung open in disbelief.

“There it is, puppet. Give it to me. Come all over my cock again like a good little girl.”

This one fights him, sitting right at the surface but not breaking through the water the entire time. My body burns and aches. I’m panting by the time I come, screaming incoherently and begging for mercy as Cain presses inside me and comes, his cock now claiming another part of my body.

I’ll go to bed with his cum leaking out of my ass and core, sore and used more than I’ve ever been.

With this knowledge, I still loved every second of what he did.

I fucking hate myself for it, too.

I couldn’t believe the cops brought me back here, and I worried what he was going to do to me. There’s still blood on him from where I sliced open his head with the lamp.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think he was going to make me come until I was crying and pleading for him to stop.

“Now you know what lies beyond the line of pleasure, love.”

As he unhooks the new piercings at the front of my ankles and eases my tingling legs onto the bed, I reel internally from everything he’d just done.

However, what bothers me most about everything that just transpired wasn’t even the things he did or how I responded.

It was that he called me love.

It’s afternoon,and I’m washed and fed. I sit at the table next to Cain as he finishes his lunch.

We haven’t spoken much since last night. I fell into a deep sleep and woke to him wrapped around my body as if I were his teddy bear.

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