Page 13 of Psycho

Reaching under her, I force my arm around her belly, and unbutton her pants, while she continues to struggle beneath me.

“Do you feel how hard you’re making me, little lamb?”

She whimpers underneath the weight of my body, still trying unsuccessfully to wiggle free, but I give her an ‘A’ for effort.

“Please don’t.”

The sound of her cries, her helpless wriggling, and the panic in her shaky voice, makes me feral. I growl, “Fuck. Already the begging begins.”

Without moving off her, I pull the gun from her hip, and press the barrel against her temple, before sliding it down the side of her face.

“Oh, little lamb, don’t you know how dangerous firearms are? How ironic that you brought it for protection, and yet I could kill you with it right now. Shhh, don’t worry, counselor. I promise you a better ending than that.”

Grinding my hard length against her ass, I chuckle in her ear.

“Fucking with the Bonetti Brothers is a dangerous game to play. You’re about to find out the consequences of your stupid fucking choices.”

Yanking her pants down, I grow harder by the second, with every one of her breathy pleas. Once I have her bare ass in front of me, I unzip my pants, and pull my cock out.

“No. I said no!”

With a growl, I say, “And I said yes. As your owner, that’s all that matters. Now be a good girl, and come all over my cock.”

“I don’t come for rapists,” she bites, causing me to laugh again.

I bury myself inside her with one single thrust, and groan louder than I mean to.

“Fuck, little lamb. Such a tight pussy.”

Anastasia has nowhere to go. I fuck her like she’s my enemy, with punishing thrusts, so hard it likely knocks the wind out of her. Gripping the back of her neck, I squeeze hard, as I bottom out inside her pussy repeatedly. Every time I pull my hips back and slide back inside her, she whimpers for me, and then, as if talking to herself, says, “What the fuck?”

It’s cute she thought she could prevent herself from coming.

She digs her fingers into the earth, as she moans against the ground. Moving back onto my knees, I grab her hips firmly, and she tries to move away from me, but I don’t allow it.

“Your mouth says stop, but your drenched cunt says fuck me. Which is it, little lamb?”

Anastasia screams out an annoyed huff, that turns to a moan, and I can’t help but laugh softly, because she’s so fucking angry, but she likes my cock far more than she’ll admit.

“I hate you.”

While she barely knows me, I don’t doubt her words. In fact, I know her hatred will grow, in leaps and bounds, by the time I’m done with her. Her execution will not be swift, and when that day comes, she’ll know pure fear and hatred.

She screams as I drive into her, over and over again, and her pussy clenches around my length. Wetness gushes out of her, and drips onto my balls, and I know I’m going to have a lot of fun before I end her life. Every time she comes for me, she’ll hate herself more, until she isn’t sure which one of us she despises most.

I pull my hips back and snap forward, slamming completely inside her again, as I fill her with my cum. Will I enjoy knowing that she’ll be dripping of me, all night long? Definitely, because she’ll feel it, remembering the way I made her climax, and her own self-hatred will grow. No matter how hard you try, you cannot get away from yourself. She’ll want to crawl out of her skin to escape the way she feels about herself, but she’ll be stuck with the growing resentment for the person she has become. And me? I’ll enjoy watching her fall apart.

Getting off her, I stand, and tuck my cock back inside my pants.

“Up you get.”

She rises to her feet, pulls her pants up, and turns to me with a glare that might be bristling, if I were anybody else.

“You will never do that to me again.”

I rub my temples, trying to ease the ache she’s responsible for.

“Let’s go.”

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