Page 32 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“Good Kitten,” he said gasping as he began to fuck my mouth with shallow thrusts. “So fucking good.”

I clenched my ass around the butt plug but it didn't do anything to relieve the ache inside of my pussy. I used my tongue and rubbed it against his cock, desperate for him to make me cum. He abruptly pulled out of me with a grunt and lowered my chest back on the table.

“Do you need to cum, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped.

“You understand that I need to keep you safe, Francesca?” he asked quietly.

I put my cheek on the table to see him. His forehead was furrowed in a deep frown, but his hazel-green eyes seemed darker than usual as he stared at me earnestly. It dawned on me that he was genuinely concerned that something terrible would happen to me.

“I do, Alessio. I—I promise I will try my best,” I said stuttering as I replied honestly because I knew that I was unpredictable.

He scrutinised me for a few moments before the dark shadows on his face cleared and his eyes softened. He said nothing but walked back towards the other end of the table. I twisted my hands against the rope holding them up with anticipation when I felt his hands rested on my ass cheeks before his fingers pried them apart.

“Your pussy looks so fucking fine spread open for its Master,” he said before he placed the tip of his cock against my opening.

“Please, Sir,” I said, uncaring that I was pleading.

He ended my misery when he drove himself into me, shoving me forward with his hard thrust, but the gold nipple clamps scraped against the table, making me wail as he continued to fill me up. His hands held my ass as he pulled me back in place. I was at his mercy and I loved every dark depraved second of it.

“I’m going to breed my pussy, Francesca. You're going to take my seed into your womb,” he roared as his hips slapped against me.

I could feel the power behind movements with each thrust, his hard muscular thighs hit against my feet each time he drove inside me. I began to wail and incoherent words spewed out of my mouth. My heart was pounding furiously and I struggled to breathe. When my orgasm ripped through me, it was unlike any other before, but he had never teased me to this degree before. My throat ached from the guttural sounds that left my mouth.

Alessio continued to fuck me through my orgasm grunting like an animal before his fingers dug into my flesh like two iron vices. I clenched my muscles around him desperate for him to cum so he would untie me. He fucked into me so deep that I winced butwhen I felt his hot cum squirt inside of me my body sagged on the table beneath me. His madness was finally over.

My eyes closed as I enjoyed the feel of his cum inside of me until I remembered his words and my eyes snapped open. The post-coital glow vanished at the thought of crying babies, dirty nappies and a shredded vagina.

I needed to get some birth control as soon as possible.

He began to untie my wrists while I considered how I could avoid Rocco and get to a doctor. Unfortunately, I was as healthy as a horse. Why did people use that phrase? Wasn't a cow or goat healthy too? It was a stupid saying. I smiled ruefully because I could say I was as healthy as a kitten.

Alessio began to rub my wrist as my other arm flopped down off the table, making me groan as my shoulder muscles gained some relief.

“You're killing me,” I said croaking the words out.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I told you before that no one has died from a good dicking from me,” he said with a chuckle before he reached for my other wrist.

“I can’t dispute that because I’m still impaled on your donkey dick,” I grumbled but couldn’t help but squeeze said dick.

We remained silent as he untied my limbs and continued to massage my muscles. When he finally pulled out of my pussy it felt like a bucket full of cum gushed out of me. I wasn’t going to clean up his rejected babies up. That was his responsibility. I was grateful when Alessio carried me into the bedroom and let me unwind on the bed while he ran a bath for us.

Perhaps being married wasn’t so bad after all.

???

I sat on Alessio’s lap, my fingers absently caressing the skeletal reaper tattoo on his neck. He was back to wearing his suit since we were en route to the airport. The sun was shining, but as the lush green lands vanished, I sighed and rested my head on Alessio’s shoulder. His hand tightened on my ass before he stroked my back.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Alessio asked quietly but tightened his arm around my leg.

“Eh, we are going back to the dull grey skies of London,” I grumbled, but then, like a freak, I sniffed his neck because I loved the scent of his cologne.

It took me back to the first time I met the homicidal brute and his Dexter-style sofa coverings.

“Don’t you want to see your grandparents?” he asked, making me glance at the sly look in his eyes.

God. He truly was a master manipulator.

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