Page 49 of Under Fyre

I guess that’s what any novice would do, if he wanted to join a club like White Lily.

There’s no need for lube now. Her pussy is wet enough for my fist, if that’s what I choose to shove in there. But for now, my cock will do. She’s stretched so tight, I already fear I might tear her in two.

One hand on the camera, the other wrapped around the base of the dildo, I buck my hips and push the tip of my cock against her slit. The dildo pins her to the spot—I can thrust into her without having to hold her down.

Charlotte struggles, and she whimpers, and she mewls, but she takes half my cock up her pussy without bleeding. When I pull out, I’m fucking dripping with her juices.

I position myself again, push my tip between her slick folds. This time, I thrust into her balls deep.

Her scream is ragged.

I go cold at the sound, but an instant later intense heat chases through me. My balls tighten painfully, and my body goes rigid. I barely manage to pull out in time. Despite my shaking hands, I point the camera down as I yank the dildo out of her ass. I drop it on the bed and just manage to pull her cheek aside before I spurt my come over her hole. It’s still open, that big dildo having stretched her wide, but she quickly closes up, forcing out the come I’d just offloaded inside her.

My body shudders, intense pleasure raging through me. I grab my cock, stroking it, forcing out the last few drops of come. Charlotte’s sobbing, and the sound sends a shiver through me.

I sit back, turn off the camera. Let out a ragged breath.

Charlotte collapses on the bed, pushes her face into the mattress and goes limp.

I put the camera down, quickly untie her ankles, her wrists. She tries to roll away from me, but I grab her, ease her back against my chest.

Wiping damp hair from her forehead, I kiss the side of her neck, her jaw, her cheek.

“That was perfect,” I murmur into her ear.

Her body shivers against mine. She lets out a huff of air, and then stops fighting me. “Who did you take that for?”

I consider lying to her. I shouldn’t have said what I had, but I’d been caught up in the moment. I’m only fucking human. Having her spread out like that, naked and bound, woke the psychopath in me.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” I whisper in her ear.

“Tell me.” Her voice is steel.

I’m so fucking proud of her. After what she’s just been through, for her to still have the resolve to challenge me?

“We’re going on a grand adventure,” I murmur. “Me and you.”

She’s silent as another round of shivers courses through her body. The room is cooling down—the fire is nothing but dull, throbbing coals.

God, I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense orgasm in my life. I feel wrecked. She came too—but did she enjoy it?

I run my fingers down her thigh, and she shakes at my touch.

“When you’re better, when you’re whole again…” I slide my hand between her legs, cup her slick pussy. I can smell myself on her, the tang of ammonia. I push her leg up, opening her thighs, and she lets me—docile, unresisting.

It’s such a contrast to the way she just fought me, how she yelled and screamed.

My dick twitches, hardens. It pushes against her ass, and she lets out the faintest little sound. It could be a protest. It could be an encouragement.

I choose the one most favorable to me.

She doesn’t move away when I stroke her pussy. When I squeeze her clit between my fingertips. She moans, and she rocks back into me, and she grabs my wrist to keep my hand in place.

“What happens then?” her voice is rough from screaming, thick from tears.

“We’re going to find them all, Charlotte.” I slip my fingers into her cunt, fuck her hard, until she’s whimpering and grabbing my naked thigh, sinking her nails into my flesh.

I line up my dick with her backdoor, but I don’t force my way inside. I just rub the tip of my dick all the way along her seam, from her clit to her ass. I already know she’s clean—I could have it both ways. But I want to feel her pussy clenching around my dick. Want to feel her coming undone while I’m buried deep inside her.

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