Page 7 of Deviant Illusions

“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask back. She slowly shakes her head and I answer easily, “Yours.”

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KANE

My belt buckle claps together in my urgency to free my dick. But she doesn’t take her lips off mine. I swallow down her moans and fucking devour them like I require them for sustenance.

Hooking my arms under her knees, I lift her, and my dick brushes her clit. Delilah moans into my mouth, breaking my connection to the innocent memories. All the anger and pain floods back in and I don’t give a fuck about the way the rope is nipping her skin. Thick red lines form a collar around her delicate neck, and I pull her down onto my dick as I grit, “Look at you, willing to hang yourself as long as you fill that cunt.”

Relief crosses her features as I thrust up and take some of the pressure off her neck. It disappears instantly as gravity forces her down. Without the use of her arms, she can’t hold on to me. She’s at my mercy. I understand why she plays everyone—the power is too addictive. It’s exhilarating to know that our roles have reversed and she’s now ready to die for me.

Her thighs tighten around me as she clenches. My palm slaps the side of her tit as I pull her down to take more. “Keep fucking clenching and acting like this isn’t what you fucking need.”

Her skin instantly turns red like an inviting red carpet from the harsh rope as she stutters, “Ka-Kane, please.”

Flattening my hand on her chest, I push her back and mimic her. “Ka-Kane, please.”

A groan gets trapped in my throat as she pushes her weight down and I twist her nipple. Disgust, that is solely aimed at myself, coats my voice as her moans drive me fucking wild.

“You’re fucking pathetic. Killing yourself for one last fucking hit like a true addict.”

I don’t know who my words are aimed at. They match my own actions but Delilah’s moans. She’s always loved being treated like shit. The person I used to be, who I should have been, was never someone that could give her that. Now I fucking hate myself, and she’s still winning because that self-loathing has turned me into what she craves.

The more pain I push into her body, the deeper she sinks into me. It’s a contradiction. Each red mark calls for my tongue to soothe it and we haven’t restarted the game, so I give in. I take for my own selfish need as she chokes herself in her attempts to ride me. The noose is all but forgotten as I wrap my lips around her reddened, abused nipple while I twist the one that has been neglected.

“Oh, fuck. Kane!”

Her head drops back with her screams, and I bite into her chest. Deep moans rumble through her hollow chest and straight into my waiting mouth. Her satisfaction sustains me and breathes life back into the very soul she fucking killed.

But Delilah is a snake, and she coils her thighs tighter around me. I’m so distracted by the feeling of her that I almost don’t notice that even in her lust, she’s trying to escape me. Her shoulders are pulled together with the knots tightening as she twists her arms, attempting to free herself.

My bite turns more violent as I take her nipple into my mouth. She moans low in her throat and slams her hips down as she chokes, “Fuck.”

I look up to see her face turn red. Abrasions are forming on her neck and those bright eyes are on me. Testing her, I hold her hips and don’t look away as I pull her down. The rope around her neck is pulled taut and she splutters on her moans.

“You’re soaking my dick,” I groan.

She nods and tries to speak but it comes out as a garbled scream as I fuck up into her.

“Is this how you want to die, koukla mou?”

Her eyes widen as though she wasn’t aware of the literal noose around her neck.

“With my dick inside of you and my cum cooling at the same time as your sinful body?”

Her voice is raw and a croak as she lies to herself. “You wouldn’t kill me.”

I smile and pause my thrusts. Allowing myself a minute, I savor the feeling of her in my hands before I remove them. A scream rips from her throat as I forcefully pull out of the hold of her thighs.

“KANE!”

She looks like an erotic piñata as she kicks out, then dangles from the beam, choking on her choices. Wrapping my hand around my dick, I stroke myself from base to tip as I watch her and muse, “Do you know what kills people when they hang themselves?”

She can’t speak. I tilt my head as she tries again to gain purchase on the table legs. It only highlights her glistening cunt and inner thighs. My voice comes out deeper as I watch her and my hand speeds up.

“It’s the drop. It snaps their neck. But you didn’t drop, so you’ll stay there like an ornament until the weight of your body drags you down and crushes your windpipe.”

I run my tongue against my bottom lip as I take in every inch of her devious body. Every curve that I’ve traced with my tongue. The spots that I whispered my innocent love against. They’ve all changed now, like me, but she’s grown while I was decaying. I don’t know what’s more visually satisfying, seeing how wet she is or finally having the elusive demon under my control as she uselessly hangs.

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