Page 19 of My Girl
If she told Ned anything about this, she wouldn’t be here right now. Neither of us would.
I grab her jaw, force it open, and put the gun between her teeth. Her eyelids flutter, her pupils dilated. The little girllikesthe oral stimulation.
I pull back the hammer.
“You think you can fuck with me, Rae?” I ask. Her eyes widen, wondering how I know her name. “I’ve always been ahead of you.” I smirk. “I willalwaysbe ahead of you. Stronger than you. Better than you.”
I grab her neck, keeping her in place, then I move the gun, putting it under her chin again. Her pupils flicker back and forth, shining with the faintest hint of light. She shivers. Her musk and fear tinges the air, and I drink it in. With one hand still fixed on her neck, I slide the gun back into her purse.
“I can smell your cunt,” I snicker. “You like this, don’t you? You depraved little slut. Being powerless. Being weak. You can’t think when you’re like this. You can’t use your sexuality to control me. You’re just a pathetic little girl. Better yet, an object. A toy that I’ll use, get tired of, and eventually throw away.”
She whimpers. “No?—”
I shove her shoulders, slamming her down to her knees. I unzip my pants, bringing out my cock, heavy with desire, the metal jewelry shining in the light. Six goddamn piercings. A fucking weapon, a metal and skin cock, ready to tear her insides apart. To render her throat useless like the used-up cock whore she is.
Her jaw hangs open, and I shove myself inside. She blubbers in pain, but those brown eyes glaze over. I know her. I’ve watched her for years. She’s used to giving others what they want, so she can get whatshewants.
This isn’t about giving though. It’s about taking what I want. And I want more than to come. I want her to realize thatI’min control. I owned her long before she stepped foot into this house.
Her tongue darts across my pierced tip. She inches forward, grinding her pussy into the ground, and I snicker in amusement. I bring my boot forward, kicking the steel toe between her legs until it’s resting under her folds.
“Look at you on your pedestal,” I say. I brace the sides of her head, shoving her head down on my shaft until she’s gagging on the metal. “Be a good little fuck hole and take me.”
Her throat muscles squeeze. I keep her there. Her nose is smashed into the curly hairs above my cock. The bitch can’t even use her nostrils right now.
“Relax, little girl,” I say, dragging out each word. “Don’t be afraid. It wouldn’t be so bad to die like this, now would it? It’s what you’re good at after all.”
A moan tumbles out of her, the noise vibrating against my dick. I pull back. She gasps for air, holding herself up with her fists on my thighs. I shove right back down, then angle her until she’s pinned against the wall with my hips.
“Don’t you want to make me come?” I ask. She holds her breath, her body loose, and her throat relaxes. She’s trying hard, so fucking hard, to open herself up for me. “What would you do if your mother saw you like this?” I ask. “Should I recordyou?Show her what a pathetic little slut you really are?”
A sharp pain surges from my dick to my temples—her jaws snapping down, biting my shaft. The fucking chompers on this bitch. I toss my head back, slapping my hand into the wall, the sensation spreading through me like wildfire. She’s still pinned underneath me, and I’m still fucking that tight little throat.
I love it when they bite.
I smack the side of her head, and she cries, her jaw easing its grip. I fist her hair, raising her until she’s on her toes. I lick the salt from her throat, the teeth of the zipper scraping across her saliva-covered flesh.
“You’re going to have to bite harder than that,” I murmur.
Rae pants on the verge of hyperventilation. I reach a gloved hand inside of her skirt, her stockings, between her legs. Her thong tangles against my glove. My leather fingertips slide along her folds. She loosens, her eyes glazed.
She wants it.Badly.
I drag my finger down lower, teasing her puckered asshole. Her eyes stay on mine, unconsciously begging me to penetrate her there.
I remove my hand and step back.
This will destroy her. She won’t be able to think until she can make me come. She wants that control over me.
And I refuse to give it to her.
“That’s it?” she asks. “That’s fucking it?”
“What?” I chuckle. “Are you sad you couldn’t make me come like your other love sick boys? Like your preciousNed?”
“Fuck you,” she snarls.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
