Page 124 of Deviant

I must be sick in the head if I’m turned on by such cruelty.

Maybe it’s because of my guilt that I crave such punishment.

Or maybe it’s because I’m a masochist, just like he once accused me of being.

Whatever my damage, all I know is that I’ve never felt more taken care of than by him in the last eight hours.

“Fuck, you’re missing quite the show. I wish I could film this so you could see how your pussy takes my cock like it wants to swallow it whole,” he grunts, releasing some of the pressure around my throat just so I can take in a deep breath.

That’s the other thing.

It takes trusting someone unconditionally to allow such games to be played in the bedroom, or in our case, a tent. Last night I proved that he could trust me when I let him fuck me without a condom, and vice versa. I’ve been on the pill since I started my period, something my diligent father imposed on me early on, for fear that some Larsen boy might impregnate me one day. I always thought he was talking about Aidan when he said those things, but now I’m starting to believe that maybe my father had Elias in mind.

Not that getting pregnant is something that I’m scared of now, since the chances of me ever becoming a mother are zero to none. I’ve already signed my life over to Elias. It’s his now to do with as he pleases. And though I know Elias would love nothing more than to kill me as soon as possible, I trust him enough to know it won’t be like this.

When he does finally kill me, he will be cold and unfeeling.

And right now, he is anything but.

Now is not the time I die.

Not even when he fucks me within an inch of my life.

“Oh God! Elias!” I almost scream, biting down hard on my bottom lip to stifle the loud wail that threatens to come out. I’ve fucked Elias enough times last night to know he doesn’t want anyone to hear me come. Those wails of ecstasy are for his ears and his ears only.

“That’s it. That’s it,” he praises as I come so violently, my legs shake.

I’m still riding my orgasm when he pounds into me three more times before pulling out. Seconds later, I feel hot cum being squirted all over my ass and lower back, the pad of his fingers spreading his cum all over my body. When he releases his grip on my panties, my legs give way, forcing me to fall face first onto our makeshift bed, Elias falling on top of me next. His weight crushes me into the sleeping bag as he tugs my hair back with one hand, only to shove two of his digits into my mouth with his other.

“Suck them,” he orders, his black eyes still mad with desire.

I do as I’m told and suck his fingers clean, his salty taste awakening my tastebuds.

“Such a fucking good girl.”

I’ve always hated that expression. Hated it like I’ve never hated anything else in my life. But when Elias says it… he’s not praising me for being good… he knows that I’m not… he says it when I’ve pleased him… pleased him in all the devilishly dirty ways he likes.

I always knew that I wasn’t good, but for him… I want to be more than just bad.

I want to do every perverse thing his deviant imagination orders me to.

Once he’s satisfied I’ve done a good job, he gifts me such an incandescent smile, I almost do something stupid like swoon at the sight. If I did that, Elias would never smile at me again,and it is far too precious a thing for it to be a once in a lifetime occurrence.

He then pushes himself off me to gently untie my binds, inspecting the damage he’s done and then kissing the chafed marks around my wrists. That’s all the kissing I ever get from him. Every bruise, bite, or injury wins me his tender kiss, while my lips go without. Once he’s made sure that I’m well taken care of, he then falls behind me, placing his chin on the crook of my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“By the loud ruckus coming from outside, it sounds like everyone is already awake,” he says, placing another sweet kiss to my shoulder blade where I’m sure his teeth marks now live.

I don’t say a word, too afraid that I might give in and beg him to kiss me.

“We should start getting ready. I’m sure another long hike awaits us.”

“I’d much rather stay here,” I admit, turning my head over my shoulder just to look at him.

He still has that beautiful glow on his face, radiating such calm and tranquility, it almost makes him look like a completely different person. Not that it matters which version of himself he decides to show me, since I’m pretty sure I’d be enamored with all of them.

“I don’t think the others would be thrilled if we delayed our hike just to fuck like bunnies. They have a game to win, remember?”

The little happy bubble I created in my mind for the two of us, bursts with that one reminder.

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