Page 25 of Creep
I push her dress up so it lies over her hips, baring her to me. I clasp both legs and spread them as far as they’ll go, giving me a better view of her folds. She shuffles a little from the movement, a small sigh leaving her lips.
I crawl up the foot of the bed, moving between her open legs and sitting between them. With one hand, I spread her apart with my fingers, exposing her clit, and with the other, I push the button to turn the vibrator on.
I bring it to her pussy and push down hard against her clit. I shoot my eyes to her face, not wanting to miss the look and flick the vibration to high. Essa’s eyes fly open as she screams and tries to lurch her body away from me. I grip her hip hard enough to bruise, pushing her into the mattress as I move the vibrator across her pussy, back and forth.
Switching it up, I shift to an up and down motion which seems to be the jackpot because she attempts to bring her legs together. Fear and pleasure ring loud in her eyes.
Ah, the fear. It’s exactly what I need to see right now.
Tears run down her face as she continues to struggle against the vibrations torturing her bundle of nerves. Fed up with holding her down, I drop the vibrator and get off the bed. A sigh of relief leaves her mouth in a whisper, thinking I’m backing off.
I chuckle.Naive little girl.
I grab another chain and seize her left leg. I wrap it around her ankle and tug it through the bed frame, repeating the same notion with her right. She’s kicking and screaming, trying to fight me off, but all it does is make my dick throb.
I hate her fighting me just as much as I love it.
Once I finally lock it together with a padlock, I walk to the front of the bed and unbutton my slacks. I push my boxers down slightly and pull my dick out, the tip already leaking precum. I twist my hand up and down on my length, squeezing, while keeping my eyes locked with Essa’s.
Her fucking eyes.
My dick throbs as I began to stroke it faster. I push my pants and boxers the rest of the way down my legs and let them drop to the floor. I climb on to the bed, moving until I hover above Essa’s face. I feel my balls tightening with the need to come, so I slow my strokes, wanting to make this last. Her nipples are pebbled, easily visible through the fabric of her dress.
“Is my baby doll turned on right now?” I taunt, licking my lips. “You like the sight of my big cock don’t you, baby.” Her eyes are glued to my dick but she then quickly deviates her gaze and her cheeks flash red as she closes her eyes. Her blush trails from her high cheekbones, creeping down her neck and even onto her chest.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re just a little brat who acts all big and bad until there’s a cock in her face and then she wants to act all shy. That shit ain’t gonna fly with me.” I lean over her with my dick hovering right above her mouth. Her chest heaves and the heat of her breath fanning across my dick causes more cum to leak from the tip. Groaning, I smack my dick across her face, hissing from the sting but loving it all the same. Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same line.
She shrieks and bares her teeth at me, struggling with her binds. “Get the fuck off of me, you piece of shit!”
There she is, my little fucking brat.
My cock aches with the need of a release, but I jump off of the bed, barely fighting the urge to come all over her fucking face. Right now is for making her feel the fucking pain she so desperately wants, the pain I so desperately need to give her.
Moving back to her legs, I notice she’s managed to bring them together as best as she can with the way she’s chained to the bed. I roll my eyes and easily spread them before moving between them again. When I gaze down at her pretty pussy, I see it’s glistening, along with her thighs.
Without taking my eyes off of her pussy, I can’t resist taunting her. “My little fucking bitch is so wet for me. You’re my dirty little girl, you know that don’t you? Fuck yeah, you do. You wanna know how I know?” I pick up the vibrator again and turn it on high, circling her nipples with it. I twirl it around, bringing her nipple to a peak beneath the fabric of her dress before moving onto the next and repeating the same notion.
I drag it down between her breasts and move it across her ribs. I trail it over her stomach, moving across to her pelvis where her skin is exposed. When I reach her bare pussy, I hover right above, teasing her. I bring it down just enough to make a split second of contact before pulling it up again. Her arms yank against her binds, the chains clanking against the metal bars they’re wrapped around.
I reach between our legs and grab my cock to stroke it. It pulses and throbs as I gather the precum on my tip before sliding my hand back down. As I stroke myself, I push the vibrator to her clit. She screams, arching off of the bed.
“Please stop!” she wails, tears tracking down her face in fast trails.
“Like I was saying, I know you’re my dirty girl because while I'm down here staring at your pretty little pussy, I can see you clenching at my words. Because you fuckinglove it.” She screams again, and it’s music to my fucking ears.
Her face is still flushed, from anger and arousal.She’s fucking beautiful. I shove two fingers inside of her pussy, curling them upward before dragging them back out.
She screams at my intrusion. “Please, stop! Please fucking stop! I’ll do anything but please don't do this.” She whips her head side to side and continues to scream at the top of her lungs, begging me to stop, but of course I don’t. I know she wants this, deep down inside. Her pussy wouldn’t be dripping for me right now if she didn’t. She feels like a fucking glove wrapped around my fingers, clenching so hard I swear I feel it in my dick.
Her thrashing kicks up tenfold and though the fear is evident in her eyes, her desire starts to cloud over. I can feel her pussy clenching harder around my fingers, her orgasm on its precipice. I thrust my fingers in and out, curling them to hit that place inside of her which has her thighs quivering. Right when I know she’s about to tip the edge, I remove the vibrator and my fingers simultaneously.
She gasps at the sudden loss of ecstasy, even more tears running down her beautiful face. Her mascara mixes with her tears, leaving black smudges.Exactly what I envisioned earlier and it’s even more fucking perfect than I thought.
She has her eyes and thighs clenched shut as best she can. I can tell she wants to say something, to keep begging for me to stop, but something has switched inside of her. She completely shuts down. The thrashing, screaming, all of it stops at the drop of a dime. The only thing that continues is the tears running down her face—only because she can’t stop them.
Too bad for her, I don’t give a shit. I shove my hand between her legs, not bothering to hold them open and push my fingers back into her. She breaks her stoic expression to cry out, but I welcome her screams, they feel like home to me.
If she thinks she can resist me, I’ll show her just how much she won’t be able to help herself or her reactions to me.
