Page 31 of Psycho

In. Out. In. Out.

Her helpless cries sound out when I slam into her pussy violently. If I weren’t holding her down, her head would likely hit the wall behind the chair.

My punishment fails. Her pussy clenches my cock like it never wants to let me go, and she cries out my name again.

“Yes, Massimo. Oh my God.”

Anastasia should be punished for disobeying my order. I clearly told her to call me Psycho, and yet hearing her breathy words, as she comes all over my cock, just makes me want to make her do it all over again.

Leaning over her, I growl into her ear.

“You’re going to do that again, and then you’ll clean up the mess you’ve made of my cock. Understood?”

I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her up, so she’s riding me with her back to me, and with my free hand, I pinch her nipple. The sound that comes from her, combined with the way she’s once again clenching my cock, pulls my climax from me. I groan out my release, while I sink my teeth into her neck, tasting her delicious flesh until I draw blood. Darting my tongue over her skin, I lap up the coppery sweetness, as she whimpers, before it turns to a moan, and makes my cock hard inside her all over again. As good as her pussy feels, that’s not what the next thirty days is about. It’s punishment. And exactly what she deserves.

“Get on the floor and kneel.”

Reluctantly, I pull out of her, and she climbs off the chair to stand, staring at me with an arched brow.

“Counselor, don’t make me tell you twice.”

I follow her as she gets up and walks a few feet over, and turns to me with a glare.

“I can’t figure out how the man that made me feel so good, can also make me feel so bad about myself.”

She kneels on the floor and lowers her gaze, as if she can’t look at me.Good.Women tend to confuse sex with romantic shit. This is not a romance, and she should be clear that this is about hurting her. Maybe I’ll make her come in the process, but it changes nothing. She’s mine to use, and dispose of, when I see fit.

Leaning down, I grab her chin and lift her head, forcing her gaze to mine.

“I own you, little lamb. You will obey every single order. I don’t give a shit if it makes you feel bad about yourself. In fact, it’s the goal. If you miraculously survive thirty days, you’ll never be the same. If I don’t kill you, you’ll kill yourself.”

She blinks back tears as she sighs sadly.

“Clean up your mess.”

“Fuck,” I groan, as she slides her tongue up the underside of my cock. Knowing she’s tasting not only me, but her pussy, makes me want to fuck her again. She swirls her tongue around the tip and I grab her hair, and slam into her mouth. Anastasia gags slightly, when I push aggressively to the back of her throat. She looks stunning like this. On her knees, taking the cock of the man she hates, her eyes watering, as she does the only thing she can. She takes me, like she will take everything I have to give her. I guess we’re about to find out if that’s true.

“When I come, you’ll take every fucking drop.”

She moans around my length, so I reach down and plug her nose, and she panics. Unable to breathe, she pulls off of me as I release, coming once again on her face, a little on her hand, and some on the floor.

“Oh, little lamb, you should not have done that. I said, every drop. Now, lick it up.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

ANASTASIA

He has to be kidding. I am not licking his cum off the floor. Somewhere there has to be a line, and this is it. After a few years of therapy, I have learned that people treat you the way you allow them to. This is not a normal situation, because my life is hanging in the balance, but I can’t do this. I won’t.

“No.”

In a flash, Psycho’s eyes darken to the shade of coal, and he grabs me by my hair, pulling me down to the floor. Putting his weight on my back, he growls angrily.

“Drink up, little lamb. This is not a fucking request. It’s an order.”

With a whimper, I continue to refuse to be treated like this, when he pushes my face down into his cum.

“This is what cum sluts do. Now lick it up.”

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