Page 102 of The Invite
She hisses, choking on the gag, but doesn’t try to move away from my harsh torture of her peaks.
“One day, I’m going to bend you over my bike and fuck you raw. I’m going to bruise your tight pussy on the side of the road where anyone can see what a dirty little whore you are. Maybe I’ll do it on the street of our school. Then every student will know their teacher likes to get fucked like a slut in every single one of her holes.”
Slapping her tit, I use it as leverage to thrust and grind and slam against her.
“Such a nasty woman you are, Miss Nessa,” I growl. “I’m going to enjoy the hell out of dirtying you up. The first time I take you, I’ll mark you with my teeth, spit on your face and tits, and paint you with my cum. You’ll love it and beg for more.”
My filthy vows push her over the edge and she jerks and sputters as she comes. Her pretty face twists in pleasure as she spams underneath me. So fucking greedy for orgasms.
I hold back my own.
While she’s riding the high, I free her wrists and reach into my back pocket. A little surprise for my prey.
When I remove her panties, she gasps loudly with her cheek turned to the side.
Turning it toward me, I cup her jaw until she cutely blinks up at me.
“Augustus,” she whimpers when she sees the unquenched lust in my gaze. “No more, please.”
I brush the strands off her cheek, and murmur, “It’s time to go to sleep.”
“What?” She frowns in confusion.
I stab the syringe I brought into the side of her neck. The drug enters her bloodstream. At the sharp sting, she clutches my bicep, but there’s no force in her grip.
The fear that takes root in her eyes as her body turns against her—magnificent.
“Give in, little prey,” I whisper, brushing her hair.
Her vision begins to blur, the fluttering of her lashes slowing down when she’s no longer able to keep them open.
“Noo…” she stammers as she passes out.
Grazing her jawline, I trace her plump bottom lip before sitting up. Her breasts rise and fall steadily, nipples a deep shade of red. Hooking my hands in her bunched top, I tear it in two. Trailing the pads of my fingers down the valley of her tits and soft belly and then sideways to cup her waist.
I love exploring her like this, without thefight from her while she lies peacefully in a forced slumber—my own little Snow White.
A dark freedom lies in the power that I can do anything I desire to her.
It’s the kind of control I crave in my black heart.
To dominate and consume someone so thoroughly that they submit to every perverse craving of mine. I won’t stop until Nessa becomes that someone. I will welcome her to the dark side and crown her as my queen.
My fingers roam to her thighs. Burns from the denim mars the skin on the inside. I rub those marks, loving the sign of my ownership.
Her smooth skin is as soft as cotton everywhere I touch. Her body is lithe and petite with curves in all the right places, built like perfection.
Inching upward, I reach her pussy and part her folds. Dark pink flesh invites me to take a bite. It feels like an eternity since I ate her and tasted her cream on my tongue. Her tiny little clit peeks from the hood while her tight entrance is shut closed.
She’s going to strangle the life out of my dick.
I’ll have no choice but to hold her down to ram it in deep. I can already imagine her pained cries as she struggles to accept me.
The fantasy sends my blood rushing south.
Every night I went home after pleasuring her, I would rub one out as soon as I was alone in my bedroom. I would lick my fingers, tasting her flavor while I punishingly pumped my cock until I finished in thick streams.
Tonight, my muse is right next to me and I won’t need to satisfy myself with visions of her in my head. It’s what I came here for.
