Page 8 of Wings of a Butterfly

At this moment, I know I’m in trouble, and everything I thought I always knew about myself is being questioned.

He pulls his finger out of me, trailing it slowly up to my sensitive clit, and gives it a little pinch. I can’t help myself and I buck my hips into his hand, forgetting about the anal hook. It pulls a little but it’s mixing pleasure and pain.

I groan at the loss of his touch as he stands up, looking down at me with a smirk on his lips. “Such a filthy little whore you are for me.”

No one has ever spoken to me the way he is right now, and I can’t deny his words ignite a fire in me I didn’t know existed.

He begins to pull down his zipper and his jeans. I can see the outline of him in his black boxer briefs. My eyes widen at his thickness. I’m panting at the thought of that fitting inside of me. I’m shaking my head, not even caring about the hook. Hoping he can read what I’m saying in my eyes.

He crouches down in front of me and runs a hand down the side of my face. “Don’t worry, little butterfly. It will fit. I promise.” He’s trying to soothe my nerves until his smile turns wicked and he says, “If not, we’ll make it fit.”

My eyes widened at his words, but he misreads what I’m trying to convey to him. I’m pleading with my eyes.

He moves around behind me and I feel him caress my hips, rubbing over my cheeks and thighs. I melt at his touch. I feel his length press against my thigh, and the nerves are wrecking my mind. I’m shivering in anticipation. His length glides through my arousal, parting my lips. Sliding himself back and forth against my clit, coating himself with me as lubrication. When he’s done, he aims for my center and drives it home. I scream around the gag. I never thought this would be how I lost both my virginities.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans out, rocking his hips to fit his length in inch by inch, stretching me to take all of him.

Once he’s down to the hilt, I feel his chest pressed to my back and his lips against my ear. “You were made for me and only me.” His fingers find my clit and he rubs in circles, making me groan. I feel saliva trailing down my chin. “Be a little slut for me, princess.”

He lifts his chest off my back and begins rotating his hips, hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes me want to grind back on him. He grabs hold of the anal hook and moves it in small circles making my whole body convulse. My orgasm rips through me, and I feel my eyes rolling back in my head. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. What has this man done to me?

My whole body feels spent, and he holds me up after removing the hook. It feels like losing a part of myself. I’m so empty. Then he holds me up to his chest and rapidly pumps into me and finishes with a feral groan right next to my ear.

He lays me down with my back on the cool concrete floor. I still feel the shock waves of my orgasm coursing through my body. Any little touch from him makes my body involuntarily spasm.

“Little butterfly, you bleed for me,” he sings as he holds his member in his palm. His hand is wrapped around it, fingertips barely touching each other.

I feel dead from pleasure, riding a high I never want to come down from. There’s a throbbing pain between my legs, but it’s nothing like the euphoria I’m feeling right now.

The guy, his name’s probably Manson, Ted Bundy, or something fucking crazy that they’ll write down in history one day. There’s no way women survive after his dick sends them into oblivion. He lays down beside me with one hand holding up his head and with the other his fingers press into me, scooping out his release. Trailing his fingers up my lower stomach, I feel my muscles jump at the contact. He stops at my belly button with a mix of virgin blood and cum. Swirling it around in my navel, he draws a butterfly in our fluids. His fingers rub the bottom of my ribs as he traces the wings.

He leans over to whisper in my ear, “Look how good we look together, little butterfly.”

And a single tear falls from my eye.

CHAPTER 5

KILLER

God.She’s pretty when she cries. I almost wish I didn’t cut off her breathing that first night, so I could hear her make those whimpering noises over and over again. I don’t know what it is about her. I want to consume every part of her. She even bleeds for me. I’m feeling like a giddy schoolboy because she is mine. She was always meant to be mine. I’m leaning over her and enjoying the sight of her essence and mine swirling together, when I hear Josh. I groan inwardly at him. He always comes in to ruin my good mood.

“I see you got a new pet. I really hope this one doesn’t try to leave you too.”

I look over at him. He’s standing in the doorway to the basement, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks exactly like me, only he’s older and better looking. He doesn’t have this fucked-up eye or scar like I do. He knows bringing up the past infuriates me.

“Will you leave us the fuck alone? She isn’t like the others. She won’t leave me.” My eyes cut over to him; he better not fuck with my good mood today. I know she won’t run. She’s different, and I picked her for that exact reason.

Focusing my attention back on her, she’s looking over at where my brother stands. “Hey. Hey, look at me.” She’s looking at me with confusion. Her eyebrows are furrowed with a deep groove between them. I gently rub my thumb between her brows trying to ease her worries away. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Yeah?”

She gives me a slight nod.

Standing up abruptly to grab the key for her cuffs, my head spins and black spots appear in my vision. There’s a moment when I think,This woman will be the death of me.I stand there for a second until the head rush subsides and stride over to my workbench where the key rests. Going back to her, I unlock the cuffs, and she rubs at the red marks marring her smooth skin. Those marks aren’t permanent, but one day I’ll give her something to remember me by. A gift she’ll never forget.

I undo the clasp on the gag and remove it from her mouth. A trail of saliva comes with it, and I’m mesmerized by her swollen glistening lips. I lean over and give her a sweet full kiss, darting my tongue in between those parted lips. She hasn’t said anything yet, just gives a sigh of relief. I think she’s still too blissed out from the full body orgasm I gave her. Don’t worry, little butterfly, I feel it too. I lift her up in my arms and carry her up the stairs.

The old wooden floors squeak and creak as we ascend to the ground floor. I took over the basement when I was in high school. It was my place of peace. A place I could escape. Growing up here wasn’t easy for me, but now I have this whole three-story barn house all to myself. Well, for the most part anyway. It could use a little TLC. It’s old, passed down through three generations. I never seem to have the time to give it the love it needs with my extracurricular activities getting in the way.

We pass through the outdated kitchen and minimally used living room to the main staircase in the house. This one too has a few warped boards, but it’s not as bad as the one that leads down into the basement or the one going up to the third floor.

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