Page 65 of My Girl
Do I have a choice?
Take him to jail,I think.Let him rot in a cell.
That’s not enough. I need more. More violence. More revenge.
And to get more, I need to survive.
“Go on,” Officer Gaines says. “My ass ain’t going to bite you. Besides, a nasty little bitch like you would like that.”
A shiver runs down my spine. I close my eyes, picturing Crave.
Play along,Crave’s voice says in my mind.Then we’ll kill him later.
I stick out my tongue, sliding it along the ridges of his textured ass. Salty bitterness on my tongue, the taste of soap and sweat. His natural musk drifts in the air, and he moans like a beast. My body covers in goosebumps.
“That’s it,” he says. “Eat my ass like a good little girl.”
The friction of his hand against his dick breaks into a rhythm, encouraging me, and I stick my tongue out farther. If he likes what I’m doing, he’ll come, and this will be over. I lick inside of those rings of muscle, his asshole squeezing my tongue, his body tightening as he gets off on using me. I hump my hand, and it feels good, and I don’t care because I’m doing this for survival.
You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Licking a stranger’s asshole,Crave had said.Beg me for it.
No matter how much I try to deny it, some fucked-up part of me enjoys this. I love knowing that a man can want me so much that he forces me to submit. I feel powerful, like I can control him, even as he destroys me.
I’ll get my revenge later. Right now, I need to give in.
“You dirty, dirty little slut,” the mall cop murmurs. He lifts his ass from my face, and I gasp for air. His cock is bulging with purple veins, those callouses like scratched-off zits speckling his dick. It’s the ugliest penis I’ve ever seen, and yet I still want it inside of me. I need to get him off as badly as every man I’ve been with, maybe even more than Crave.
It’s survival. Pure survival,I lie to myself.
“You’re a rapist,” I snarl.
“Then why are you grinding on your hands?” he asks. My cheeks flush. I am grinding, rubbing my clit on my palm, practically writhing on the floor. I snatch my hands away, and he laughs. “Something tells me you’d eat my ass even if I wasn’t blackmailing you. A little slut like you takes whatever she can get, ain’t that right?”
“Fuck y?—”
Before I can finish my words, he sits on my face again, this time resting more pressure on top of me, crushing me. My hands rub my pussy again so hard that my whole body ignites.
I don’t care if it’s wrong; it feels so fucking good to be used.
“You got something to say?” he laughs. He lifts up. “Go on. Tell me how you feel.”
“Fuck you and your dirty ass,” I pant.
“Got a mouth on you.” He leans down and slaps my tit. “Now shut the fuck up and eat my ass.”
And I do. God, I don’t want to like it, but I do. It doesn’t matter that he’s disgusting or that I hate him so much that I want to kill him. He takes what he wants from me. He doesn’t give me a chance to consider what I want. I’m so used to being in control, always using men for whatIwant, but with Crave and this mall cop—this disgusting, piece-of-shit man—I don’t have a choice. Right now, the mall cop is so turned on that he doesn’t give a shit about the consequences. I’m powerless, and he’s going to take complete control of me. I’m under his spell, and he’ll do whatever he wants to me.
And the worst part is he knows I like it.
“Tongue out,” he barks.
I moan, sticking out my tongue, reaching inside those rings of muscle until I can barely breathe. His smooth ass hugs my tongue, and he pins me to the wall, pressing against me like I’m a toy he’s using, rather than a human being. And maybe I am a toy. Maybe I like it that way. My vision darkens, and when he flips around, shoving his lumpy cock down my throat, I grimace, still sore from Crave. Officer Gaines groans like an animal, and I take it all, letting his cum drip down my throat.
His cock twitches one last time, and he pulls out. The bumps on his shaft rub against my lips.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asks.
I wipe my lips on the back of my hand, glaring at him, but I don’t see the mall cop. I see his death. I imagine Crave ripping him apart, limb by fucking limb, until the wannabe cop is nothing more than a torso with a head.
