Page 68 of Tyrant

Oh, fuck, what is happening to me right now?

I stare into those cruel eyes of his. He’s all but confessed he has just come from fucking another woman. And here he is, several inches deep inside my body. Reaching uncharted depths, touching areas that only exist in the flirty pages of some magazine that convinces women they need to cook, shave, and how to use their tongues when sucking cock to make a guy come quick.

Tyrant’s hand goes for my throat once more.

“There’s more than you’ll ever know, Sera,” he says. “More than I can tell you. More than you can possibly imagine. You’ll never understand who we are and what we’re destined to become. When I tell you we control the world, I mean it.”

He pulls me down and thrusts up, smacking his body hard against mine. He holds me there and allows the middle finger of his right hand to slide down and press against the end of the plug. He wiggles it left to right, sending pressure filled pulses through my backside.

“There are women out there who never get what they want or need, so they pay for it,” Tyrant explains. “They confide in, let’s call it acompanyto help out.”

“Male escorts,” I whisper.

“Not quite,” he says. “We just provide an opportunity. Much darker than someone looking for a fuck.”

His hands slides up my back and next thing I know my chest is in his face. His teeth grab hold of my right nipple and I cry out. I suddenly fantasize about him biting so hard I bleed. Or better yet… I’m pierced.

I catch myself lowering my right hand so I can feel his nipple piercing. Yes, I’m obsessed with it. That fucking piercing of his.

I grit my teeth as the pain surges through my entire breast. Tyrant finally opens his mouth. I look down at him.

“We never know their names,” he says. “We call itfantasy. I was put up to it as punishment for what happened at your ceremony.”

“What happened…?”

“While you were resting, there was a confrontation. Leave it at that.”

He fought with Des. Because of me. Over me.

“It was both of us, plus others in masks,” Tyrant says. “At thefantasy. She wanted to be stripped naked by multiple men. In the dark. But not pitch black. She wanted to see shadows. Silhouettes. She wanted to be thrown to the ground. Kicked around a little bit.”

I gasp. “You…”

“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” he snaps at me.

He’s… violent…

Extremely violent.

Murderous even?

“She wanted it,” Tyrant whispers in a growl. “She paid for it. She wanted to fantasize but feel safe. That’s what we gave her.”

Tyrant grunts as he fucks me harder. My fingers play with his nipple piercing.

He looks down at my hand. “You really like my piercing, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” I groan.

“Bite it then,” he tells me. “Bite it and fucking pull.Hard.”

His hands go up into my hair and he pulls me down toward his chest. Right to his nipple. His skin is sweaty and smells it too. That musky odor. Manly. He smells hard, which makes no sense at all, but it’s the only word that comes to mind.

My mouth opens and I greedily grab for his nipple piercing. This is my fantasy now.

I have his thick cock slamming in and out of me with ease. I’m pumping my hips, desperate to match his speed, wanting totake care of him. All the while my mouth is now tasting the metal of his nipple piercing. My lips and my tongue rolling left to right against it.

“Bite,” he orders. “Now! Hard!”

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