Page 30 of Unbinding the Demon
My entire body trembled and tears welled in my blinded eyes. I was terrified—but I liked it.It was as though every inch of me had come alive, unable to differentiate between pain and pleasure.It was euphoric.I stayed in that helpless position, screaming and yelping as he continued for what felt like ten more merciless whacks against my poor, cherry-red derriere. He then stood right behind me, and I finally heard the bow fall to the floor. His hand gently cupped my pussy, curling his middle finger into my wet, weeping folds.
“Well done, Buttercup.” He sadistically chuckled and slid his hand up along my slick slit before stepping away.
My heart raced as I listened to the heavy footsteps and creaking of the floorboards. He took his time walking across the room before returning to me. Then, he placed a smooth, cool object on my sore, brutalized butt. It soothed the angry stings from his ruthless assault and only made me all the wetter. It was only when I heard him place it down on the floor that I realized it was the back of the violin.
The rough material of his pants caressed my legs as he knelt down behind me. He began to lick and kiss the red marks from his violent walloping and then sensually trailed his mouth up my still-arching back. His hands gripped my burning ass cheeks and gently massaged the rest of the sting away.
The threads of his hair tickled my side while he leaned over and slowly slid his hands down my arms until they found the ropes that restrained my body. His fingers swirled over them for a moment, and then he undid the knots, releasing me from my binds. I flopped forward onto the cozy bed, just barely managing to catch myself. He removed the blindfold and tilted my head to the side to make me look at him. His eyes burned with desire, and a sinful grin lingered across his lips.
He seized my trembling frame and flung me further up on the bed and onto my back. I sat halfway up, supporting my weight with my elbows. My heart thumped against my ribs, and my breath was shaky. I was too intimidated to move even a measly inch as he undressed before me. He pulled his shirt over his head, causing his long hair to flow down over his chiseled torso in one fluid swoosh. A look of raw, bestial hunger crossed his face as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, releasing the beast between his thighs.
My stomach clenched with desire at the sight, yet I scurried back until I hit the headboard. He crawled onto the bed, swiftly maneuvering towards me with a predatory posture. I was a bit unsettled by the psychotic and possessive way he was staring at me. He looked crazy. “Just where do you think you’re going?” His hand wrapped around my ankle, and he yanked me toward him. The air was knocked out of my lungs as he roughly pounced on top of me, pinning my scrawny frame down like a grizzly bear that had just caught a meal.
He slid two fingers deep into my pussy and brandished me with a devious smile. Heat flushed through my body, and my breathing became uneven from the arousal he stirred. His fingers slowly circled, pumping in and out before pushing in even deeper to make scissoring motions inside me. Despite my sudden worries about him being inspired by the BTK killer, I arched my hips into his touch and let out soft little moans.
“Fuck, Ashton,” I whispered, leaning my head back while reaching out to grab his rough bicep.
“Hmm... Aren’t you a naughty girl? You just loved the way I spanked you, didn’t you?” he purred as his thumb pressed down on my clit, adding extra pressure while his two fingers continued their scissor-like assault. A loud, passionate cry escaped my lips on its own. He chuckled and then grabbed my wrists, forcefully pinning them above my head with his free hand.“Didn’t you?”He growled while removing his fingers from my dripping core.
I let out a small whimper at the loss of his touch. “Ashton—please, I-I...” I desperately needed him to be touching me inside again.
“Oh, you want these, do you?” He wiggled his glistening digits tauntingly. “Then answer me! Did you like it when I spanked you?” He roughly grabbed my face with his wet hand to force me to look at his domineering face. His fingers slowly slid across my jaw and into my mouth, allowing me to taste my sweetness before they slipped back out.
“Yes. Yes, I did; now please do something, dammit!”
With a lecherous look in his eyes, he began to forcefully fuck me with his fingers, pumping them in and out of my center. I moaned in a state of desperation, but his lips crashed down onto mine, muffling my voice. The kiss was deep, raw, and sensual. Our tongues fought for dominance, twisting in and out of each other’s mouths as if they were battling to the death. He released my wrists and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face even closer to his, deepening the kiss. I felt so utterly consumed by him. By his taste, his scent, his heat melting my body against his in an erotic pyre of passion.
My body writhed beneath his crushing frame, causing my hardened nipples to scrape against his chest. He growled into my mouth and I screamed into his as my inner walls clenched around his fingers. The first disorienting waves of euphoria crashed over me. My body trembled and my toes curled as his mouth hungrily trailed down my neck and to my breasts. His teeth nipped one of my nipples, causing me to yelp from the sudden sting. He brutally sucked and licked the throbbing bead and then did the same to the other.
He sat up on his knees and furiously flipped me over onto my stomach. His legs were shoved between mine, spreading them apart. Large hands curled around my hips, then he pulled my lower half up onto his lap so his cock was pressing against my slick pussy. My upper back curved down with my arms stretched above my head and my face planted in the sheets. He lifted my tender butt up and then slammed it back down to sheath his throbbing cock.
“Oh fuck!”
I gripped the sheets in desperation as a cadence of screams and moans abounded from my lips. He thrust into me like some crazed barbarian on crack, pounding my pussy with lecherous abandon. His sweaty body fell forward, encasing mine in a fleshy cage. Veins protruded from his large hands as his fingers curled into the bedding on either side of me. The delicious, spicy scent of him engulfed me, and his hair fell forward to curtain half of my view in a midnight veil. He leaned his face down, and I turned mine toward him. Our lips met in another fierce kiss, all the while he continued to pound into me.
The tips of his teeth scraped my lower lip, giving it a good tug before he pressed another wet kiss to my cheek. “Fuck. Do you have any idea just how fucking tight you are, Buttercup?” he asked through his breathy grunts, still ruthlessly plowing into my pussy.
I had no idea how he’d managed to get the words out, because I certainly couldn’t answer him. All I did was sputter and gasp as the bed shook and squeaked with our passion. My skin was flushed and sweaty, like the inferno of heat inside of me was clawing its way to the surface. It felt as though I was being thoroughly dominated by this psychotic beast of a man. His carnal grunts and growls matched my loud moans and screams as I finally reached my peak. My voice grew silent, mouth hanging open with drool dribbling out. Flashing white visions of the heavens danced before my soul as sparks shot up my spine.
His arm wrapped around my stomach and his thrust became more frantic. Thick spurts of hot cum were rhythmically fucked into my pulverized womb, beginning to drip down my sweaty inner thighs. He gave me one more rough kiss and then collapsed onto his side, taking me down with him.
We stayed there, spooning and panting together like we’d both just run a marathon. Ashton still held me close with his arm wrapped around me. A few strands of his hair draped down over my shoulder and onto my breast, feeling like a velvety caress against my nipple. His softening flesh was still buried deep inside me, filling my stomach with a warm, full feeling. He leaned his head closer and began placing delicate kisses on my neck.
“Thanks for the studydate,“ he said with a slight laugh.
“Studytime. Thiswas studytime.” I corrected while pointing my enervated finger up. Then I curled my hand back toward my chest with uncertainty. “But, I was wondering if, um...“ I waved my hand in a circle. “A few friends and I are going out to eat this weekend. You can come if you want.” I drew little circles on the comforter with my fingertip.
He chuckled into the crook of my neck and nuzzled there before resting his head back down on the pillow. “I’d love to.” He squeezed me closer.
With a secret smile, I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into his embrace. Exhaustion crept over my senses. I knew I should have gotten up and gone home. Or at least have told Lacey or William that I’d be gone for the night, but my body refused to move from such a cozy position. So, I drifted off to sleep, cradled in his big strong arms.
14. Date Night
The cold air blew through my long locks as I stepped out of the shadow realm and into the moonless night. Wispy clouds swirled overhead, darkening the stars and cloaking the sky in a Stygian shroud. Small stones, cigarette butts, and a few fallen leaves crushed beneath my heavy boots as I advanced across a small gravel parking lot. The wind howled through the twisting, gnarled branches of the trees, catching their leaves in a frigid embrace to carry them off into the blackened shadows.
Carved pumpkins and plastic skeletal figures mingled with neon window lights and ornamental shrubberies in front of the rustic bar and grill called, “The Roasted Rowan.” The ghastly decorations were a reminder that the month of October had just begun. I scoffed at their absurdity while traversing the creaky glass door.
The lighting was dim and the sickening smells of greasy human food mixed with liquor and faded tobacco smoke lingered in the air. I normally wouldn’t have even considered entering a place like this; however, I was meeting with Gwendolyn and her friends. When she extended the invitation, I was quite pleased. Two weeks had passed since we’d first met, and yet, she had still been reluctant to introduce me to the people close to her. Whenever I observed her speaking about me to them, she gave only vague details while trying to dodge their relentless questions—that did not please me.
