Page 151 of Bake the Town Red

Another strike, same place. It hurts through my clothes. The third one hurts worse because Tyler’s lifting the skirt of my dress. Black tights separate my ass and his belt, and fuck, it hurts.

“I love it when you talk back.” Fourth strike. “Love punishing you.”

The pain morphs into pleasure. Slowly, carefully. Me, on the other hand, I’m neither slow nor careful when I throw Rita’s body to the floor. Her skull cracks, I think.

“Don’t stop,” Tyler demands, walking toward me. I hear his footsteps. “Don’t look back, either.”

I’m on my knees, cutting Rita’s sweater from the hem to the collar. Right down the middle.

Before I take my scissors to her bra, I pause.

“What’s this?” Tyler places my carving knife next to Rita’s head where I can see it. “I thought I told you not to stop.”

“She’ll be naked.” I frown, not looking up at him. “What if you like her tits? Or her pussy?”

“Fuck, Dahlia.” He exhales, long and slow. His hand grips the back of my neck, and his thumb strokes my heated skin. “I told you what your jealousy does to me.”

“What?” My scissors are right there. All it’d take is onesnap, and her bra is gone.

“One of these days, you’re going to kill me.” His boots and his shadow move somewhere behind me. His hands on my ass means he’s dropped to his knees. “Do you have any idea how much restraint I have”—the skirt of my dress is being torn in half, my tights are shoved down my thighs—“to breathe in this fucking moment without fucking you?”

There’s no time or air for me to say another damn thing. Tyler’s hands spread my ass. His tongue circles the rim of my tight hole. Flicking on top of it.

“I’ll stay right here,” he groans at my exposed skin.

My thighs quiver at the way he’s teasing me. Gentle and cruel.

“Won’t look at her. I’ll fuck you, little savage. But you have to trust me that I won’t look anywhere else but you. Your ass,”—lick—“your cunt.” He dives lower, licking my sex. “The mess you’ll make of my cock. You’ll come so hard when I’m inside you. When I’ll fuck you like I hate you.”

His reassurance gives me the confidence to snap Rita’s bra off. He rewards me with his fingers in my ass and his mouth on my pussy.

“You don’t hate me,” I cry out between moaning. He pushes another finger in, eating me out like he’s starving. “You don’t.”

“I could never.” He twists his face, biting my inner thigh. “But after today, your cunt will beg me to.”

The rest of Rita’s clothes disappear in the blink of an eye. Torn and tattered, copper against the black tarp.

This entire time, Tyler licks my pussy, fingers my ass. He doesn’t look at her.

He’s focused only on me. Tilts my hips up and sucks my clit. My moans are loud, which isn’t a problem. No one can peek through the hole in the wall. No one will call the cops to complain about people fucking.

My hand trembles as I discard the scissors and reach for the knife.

She’s naked, and I hate to admit it, beautiful.

“My little savage is shaking.” Tyler pushes his fingers deeper into my ass. Bites my inner lips. “You need to come so bad, little one. Let go and come on my mouth.”

His words are a command. An order. The tightly wound wire in my stomach snaps and I cry and beg and fuck Tyler’s face like it’s the last thing I’ll do. My head is bowed, my long, blonde hair falls on Rita’s tits and I ride out my orgasm.

I ride it out until the shivering is no more.

Until Tyler’s zipper rolls down and he lines his cock to my pussy.

“Do it.” His voice sounds strained. Desperate. “Don’t let me—” He pushes all the way in and we both let out a relieved breath. “Fuck. Keep you.”

He’s right. Of course, he’s right. I should continue. I should go on, despite the beating my pussy takes and how I want to surrender to Tyler. I should.

Can’t.

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