Page 187 of Devil's Bargain

When I’m about to lose consciousness, he releases me and crawls between my legs. “Tell me you love me, and you can have Daddy’s dick!”

I moan as he rubs the thick head through my folds, teasing me.

“Say it!”

The chain rattles when I lash out and claw his face. I don’t have much strength left in me, but I smile as I watch a bead of blood trail down his cheek. “I hate you!”

This always sets him off. My affection seems to be the ultimate price. I don’t know when our dynamic turned this way. At first, he wanted to dominate me sexually. Now he wants me to return his warped feelings, whatever they are?

Before I can react, he’s on his knees, balls-deep inside my pussy, hands wrapped around my throat. This time he means business. My vision starts to fade within seconds as he jackhammers against me. “It would be so easy to kill you right now! Maybe I should let you die as you come on my dick?”

“You’re a fucking loser!” I choke out, clamping down on his cock. “You’re pathetic! I will never love you!”

“No?” he asks, his eyes darkening. He flips me over and wraps the long chain around my throat. Once, twice. Then he plunges his cock back inside me and rides me fast and hard. “Good girl, I feel you squeezing my cock!”

I come, a crash wave of pleasure flooding through me.

He tightens the chain and grins against my temple. “Feels fucking good, doesn’t it? Want more?”

“Ye-es!”

“Tell me you love me!”

“I hate you!”

“I’m going to fuck your pussy and leave you to die down here! How long before your body gives up? Two days? Three?”

He tightens the chain again, and my nails tear as I claw the concrete. Panic sets in. He’s going to kill me!

I try to scream, but it comes out garbled.

He grunts against my hair. “Fuck!” His hips jerk.

I’m close to passing out and too weak to fight him off.

“Doesn’t feel so good anymore, does it? But guess what? After you’re dead, I will flip you over and come on your tits!”

I lose a nail. I feel it snap off on the floor as I fight for my life.

“Oh, fuck!” he grunts, thrusting deeper.

Thwack!

His weight is gone.

I scramble away, coughing and dragging in raspy breaths. The chain is still wrapped around my throat, but I’m too frightened to realize that the further away I crawl, the tighter it pulls.

“April! Calm down. Fuck, calm down!” Hands are in my hair. I scream and fight them off.

“It’s me, April! It’s Nina!” The voice is full of tears.

I’m tearing at the chain, sipping air.

“Shit! Come on, we need to move!”

I fight her off when she tries to drag me back. I can’t go back there. I can’t! He’s there, and he will kill me!

“Fuck! Listen to me, April! I can’t get the chain off. Please, you’re making it worse!”

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