Page 27 of Cruel God

Hope scooted up on the bed, her eyes wild with fear.

Fuck yes. Fear me, Butterfly. Fear me and the darkness whose only goal is to consume you.

“Did you enjoy the relief of not having me fill your mind, your body, your fucking soul?”

“Master, please,” she begged, but this time her pleas did nothing but taunt me, riling up the demons that clawed and scratched at my spine, waiting to be unleashed.

I reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I was so fucking hard. I haven’t been this hard in a long time. It was seeing her face painted with the sun. It was her laughter that penetrated my fucking soul. It was my jealousy that now raged inside me. And it was the carnal, primal need to fucking show her that she belonged to me. Her tears, her laughter, her joy, her orgasms, her motherfucking breaths belong. To. Me. Not to him. Not to her brother.

Me.

“I thought I was doing something good, that I was showing you kindness by letting you see the moon for the first time in fucking years.” I started to move my fist up and down my shaft, staring down at her naked body shivering with the fear of God haunting her eyes. “And then you repay me with a slap in the face.”

“That’s not…I’m sorry.” Tears turned the color of her irises from dark brown to a cloudy amber, her cheeks pale and lips parted. “I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”

“Disrespect?” I yelled, letting go of my cock, and gripping the posts of the bed as I glared down at her. “You didn’t just disrespect me. You fucking humiliated me by letting me think I was your entire world. That you lived and fucking breathed for me.”

“I do…I—”

“Lies!”

“Please,” she cried. “I’m so sorry, master. Please don’t be angry—”

“Angry? I’m not just angry. I’m disappointed.”

Her sobs erupted, her shoulders shaking as she cried. Being the cause of disappointment was far worse than being an arsonist of anger. When one had been groomed and raised to please your master, not doing precisely that fucked with your head. It made you question your entire existence.

Tears now freely flowed down her cheeks, and the sick fuck in me could think of nothing else but shoving my dick inside her. Knowing she feared me stirred something wicked inside my core and burned through my loins. My father was right. There was nothing that gave you such a sense of power than to watch someone’s fear devour them little by little.

I fisted my cock, squeezing tightly as I glared at her. “Did it feel good to remember your old life?”

She gasped and sobbed, refusing to look me in the eye.

“Answer me, Butterfly.” I pumped my cock. “Did it feel good to be consumed with happiness instead of me?”

She shook her head as big, fat, ugly tears streamed down her cheeks. “You are my everything, master. I proved that last night when you asked me to.”

“You proved nothing!” My voice thundered through the room, slamming against the four walls around us. I dropped my pants and got on the bed on my knees, moving up until I straddled her. Even while her fear of me ate away at her soul, she’d never try to get away from me. She lay there like a crying sack of pathetic womanhood while I slid my fist up and down my cock. “Sucking my cock proves nothing. You simply did what you were told to do. That doesn’t make it true.”

“Master, please. What more should I do? What do you want me to do to prove to you that you have my loyalty?”

“Your loyalty?” I spat out. “I don’t want your fucking loyalty. I want everything you have to give. I want your body, your mind, your soul, your memories. I want your happiness and your sorrow, your joy and your pain. I want you to be nothing without me. Do you understand that?” I leaned down, the tip of my cock brushing against her stomach, sending a jolt of electricity through my groin and up my spine. I cocked my head to the side as I studied her. “Do you understand the magnitude of that? Of what it means when I say I want. Every. Thing?”

More tears slipped down her face, and I shifted so I could lick the salty droplets of her sorrow. Taste her fear. I let my lips hover an inch from hers and whispered, “I want to own the light inside you, Butterfly. I want you to breathe me. I want to be your fucking sun and moon. Your King.” I took her chin in my hand, my fingers biting into her flesh as I studied her pale face and sad expression. “And I won’t fucking stop until I am.”

As a whimper escaped her mouth, wafting over my wet lips, I lifted myself and grabbed her throat, squeezing as I forced her to lift herself from the mattress. Her lips parted, her eyes wide and panicked as she desperately gasped for air.

“Maybe I’ve been too lenient with you.” I straightened on my knees and guided my cock to her face, wiping at her tears with the tip of my dick, spreading it along her gaping lips. “Maybe it’s time you learn just how fucking bad this life can be. How other women like you suffer unimaginable horrors by the hand of their masters. Would you like that?” I leaned my head to the side, witnessing her face turn a sickening shade as I slowly suffocated her. “Would you like to experience true hell, a fate I fucking saved you from?”

Spit dripped from her mouth as she tried to choke out a desperate ‘no’ while I denied her the air she needed to survive my wrath. And while I stared down at her, still wiping my cock through her tears, all I could think about was punishing her more. How her tears just weren’t enough for making me feel like I meant nothing to her.

Abruptly I let go of her throat, and while she coughed and gasped for oxygen, I yanked her hair, leaning down and placing my lips against her ear. “You have no idea the things I had to do to keep you. The blood I’ve spilled to make sure no one took you from me.”

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she choked out before coughing again.

“You’re not sorry. At least not yet.” With a hard tug, I let go of her, her back slamming against the mattress as she fell back. “But you will be.”

I leaned back, pumping my cock so she could see. “If you look away, I will work your clit until dusk without making you come.”

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