Page 27 of Crawl
I laugh, then put a hand around her throat. My hands are so big they wrap around her entire neck. I put just enough pressure so that her mouth opens and her eyes glaze over with lust. Other people run from a man like me, but Remedy? She opens her mouth, waiting for my cock. I pull the choke chain from my pocket, dangling it above her, letting one cool metal link settle on her forehead. The light from her bedroom catches on the metal, and she thrashes against me. I tighten around her neck, waiting for her to surrender.
“The hell—” she chokes out, “—are you doing?”
“Showing you your place.”
She hisses with rage, but I hold her down, forcing the chain around her head and tightening it around her neck. Her hips buck. Keeping the end of the chain in my hand, I let the rest of the links fall on her chest like a bag of cement. I’m tempted to tell her that minutes ago, I killed a man with that same chain, but I keep that secret locked inside of me. One day I’ll tell her. But for now, I want her to trust me.
“We both know what you want, Remedy,” I say in a low, controlled voice, “and I’m not going to let you go until I get what I want too.” I pull the chain around her neck until her face turns red. She yanks at the chain, but she’s not even half of the strength of the muscle man. I can take her life in seconds, but I don’t want to yet. I want to drag her along. Push her closer to the edge. Make herwantto jump for me.
I give her slack on the chain and she gasps like a balloon filling up with air. Her green eyes glow like emeralds full of fire, and I see myself in her. I let go of my hatred for the world a long time ago, but that passion inside of Remedy? I used to have that. No matter how many people I kill, that fire grows duller each day.
And yet Remedy awakens me. Reminding me of what it’s like todesirepower and control over someone specific. I can’t predict Remedy. And I want to break her so damn bad.
I grip the chain, not yet choking her with it, but with enough tension to show her thatI own her.Pulling her closer to me, like a slave on a leash, I bite her neck over the chain. Her wiry muscles shift under my teeth. I lift her skirt, cupping her pussy. Her pussy lips are covered in satin hair, drenched in her arousal, and that scent—like tangy peaches—floats in the air. I growl into her, then pull out my dick. Once my pants are around my hips, I slap her, just hard enough to watch the shock ripple across her expression. She spits at me and I lick her lips.
“Spit all you want,” I say. “One day, you’re going to crawl to me.”
Her tank top bunches above her breast and I pinch her nipples, twisting them. She’s sensitive from healing, and even the slightest pinch makes her moan. And when that sound echoes from her throat, my cock stretches against her.
“What the hell, Cash?” she cries. With a handful of her breast, I wring her flesh as hard as I can, clenching my jaw, the sensation rippling through her. My cock aches for her pussy, but I’m not going to give in yet. I tease us both, giving her the thick, purple tip of my choked cock, veiny and mean. Remedy’s eyes flick back and forth between my face and my cock. She wants to gawk at my dick, but she wants to anticipate me too. Her hips wiggle, and she rides the head of my cock, trying to get it deeper than the tip.
“How does it feel to have my dick slide in and out of your pussy lips?” I breathe into her neck. “You want to feel how hard I can give it to you, how I own your pussy, don’t you, Remedy?”
“Fuck you.”
I tighten the chain around her throat and she whimpers.
“All you have to do is tell me to go to the police and I’ll let them take care of you.” I slip my cock in an inch deeper and she cries out—my girth is wide, rivaling a soda can, and with the blood surging there, it’s unforgiving, ripping her apart like a virgin all over again. I release some tension on the choke chain, then breathe into her ear: “Tell me to stop. You won’t have to deal with me behind bars, right, little cure?”
“Just fuck me,” she cries.
I stop everything, letting the silence eat away at her. She wants me to say more, wants me to confess my dirty, fucked up thoughts that are completely obsessed with her. My dick should be rubbed raw with how much I’ve fucked myself thinking of her every night, but I licked every crevice of my hand, hoping for the unwashed taste of her come. I’ve touched her sacred, pretty little cunt with these same fingers. And now that I have her,nowthat she’s telling me tojust fuck her,I want to take my time. Draw it out. To make every painful second count.
Her eyes blink as she realizes what she said.
“I hate you,” she says. “Fuck you. Fuck you, Cash.”
But she can’t take it back. She knows what she said. Her eyes close, and a musky, sweet scent wafts from between her legs. She swallows, then looks to the side, avoiding my gaze.
“Please fuck me,” she whispers this time.
I keep my stare cold, observing her like she’s an animal roaming around a test lab, waiting for the machine to give her a treat. Her begging isn’t enough, and she knows it. But itkillsher. And it kills me too. I want my dick so deep inside of her cunt that my width rips through her esophagus. Fuck! I want to destroy her.
“Please. Please. Please,” she shouts. “Just fuck me, Cash. Please fuck me. Use me. Own me. I’m yours. Please. Just fuck me.”
I stab my cock inside of her, ripping her apart, her pussy straining to meet my size. Her eyes widen, she screams, and her body revolts from me, twitching out of the way, but I press her down with my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, my legs, every heavy part of my body keeping her down, keeping her compliant. Once the sensation of my big meaty dick cools and her pussy stretches for me, I pulse my hips, rocking my dick inside of her, deeper, and deeper, until I ram into the tip of her cervix. Her eyes close and I keep rocking my dick into her. She wraps her legs and arms around me, cocooning me in her scent, refusing to let go. I boom with laughter, then tighten the chain around her neck until her face bulges red, and her pussy constricts around me with each missed breath, desperate for more.
I give the chain some slack and as soon as her mouth opens, gasping for air, I spit into her mouth, letting it drip down onto her tongue. She licks her lips, swallowing it down.
“That’s good, isn’t it?” I say. “You can spit on me all you want, but you’re going to swallow my spit like it’s the last drink you’ll ever have.”
She moans, then opens her mouth. “More. Please,” she cries. And I spit again and she swallows it down, such a needy, desperate little slut. Her velvet walls clench around me, her black-chipped fingernails digging into my back. Both of us slick with sweat. She feels so fucking good. Like my first kill. Like an adrenaline rush of almost getting caught. Like the car crash where I finally killed my foster mom after she molested me. Remedy feels like everything. Like power. Like control. Like need. Her limbs cling around me. The salty sweat on her skin. Her labored breath. As her lips part, I shove my dick even farther inside of her, then spit into her mouth again.
“Swallow it,” I say. She knows what to do, but her eyes roll back into her skull; she loves hearing those demands. “Swallow it down like a good little fuck doll. Fuck, Remedy. You are so damn hot.”
I lean down, breathing onto her supple lips, and I thrust inside of her like it’s the last time she’ll ever be fucked. She howls like prey that knows that this is the end, but every twitch proves that she loves it.
“You hate me,” I say in her ear, biting down on the lobe, “but you hate yourself for knowing what I can do for you. Because you fucking love it. You need it. You needme.You haven’t been able to come without thinking of me since I first twisted your nipples like the greedy little fuck bitch you are. Tell me you love it when I own you like this.”
