Page 52 of Sinister Games

“Now put me inside you.”

His dark commands were a raspy whisper in my ear over my shoulder. His hand had brushed my hair to one side, exposing the delicate skin of my neck. Each word was spoken along the column of my throat and just under my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms.

I was so wet and open by now, he easily slid inside. Still, after a few inches, the new angle caused my body to clench and tighten with pain all over again.

“Push back. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Rocking my hips, I used the pain to spur me on. My emotions a twisted sick confusion of wanting to please him despite the agony.

“Harder.” Wrapping his strong arms around me, he slapped my right breast, then the left.

Crying out, I pushed back.

“Harder,” he yelled, slapping my breasts again. His palm hit them on the undersides, causing them to painfully bounce and sting.

Reaching between my legs, I pressed the tips of my fingers against my pussy as I began to move them in furious circles while impaling myself on his hard shaft.

“Say it,” he barked as his teeth grazed my shoulder. “Say it for me.”

I knew what he wanted. I knew there would be no going back once I said it. It would be done. The die cast. These words would forever damn me.

“Make it hurt.”

The energy in the room changed. A breath held had been released. A harness unbuckled. Deep, deep in my soul, I knew, with that simple phrase, I had just unleashed the beast.

His heavy hand pressed between my shoulder blades, forcing me facedown onto the covers.

“Ow!” I cried out as the movement caused my body to fold, tightening my insides around his cock.

He tugged on my hair as he methodically wrapped his fist, once then twice, in my long hair till his knuckles were pressed against the back of my skull.

Then he began to spear into me. Driving the full force of his bodyweight between my legs. Pummeling me relentlessly, till I could only clutch at the covers and brace for each powerful impact.

My hard nipples were rubbed raw against the sheets as my torso shifted back and forth with each driving thrust. Sharp stings radiated across my head as he used my hair to keep my body prone beneath him.

Each drive of his cock went deeper and deeper into my vulnerable body.

His hand ran over my now sweat-slick back to trace the crease between my ass cheeks.

“Richard! No! You can’t.”

It was one humiliation too many. One bit of pain too much. I still remembered the feeling of his thumb there from earlier today.

One thick finger pushed into my tightly clenched hole.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

My body tensed. A sickening rush of heat pooled between my legs. Wave after twisted wave of a tortured release was wrenched from my body. I could no longer tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. As Richard continued to pump his finger in and out of my ass, he began to thrust faster and faster, nearing his own completion.

The power of his thrusts moved us both across the bed till I could reach out and grab the cold iron bars of my headboard.

With a roar he came, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep into my now sore and bruised pussy.

His heavy body collapsed onto mine, caging me within his heat, his face so close to mine we shared the same labored breath. Reaching up, he ran the backs of his knuckles over my cheeks, wiping away the tears I hadn’t even realized I’d shed.

“You’re mine now, little bird.”

Looking over his shoulder, the gold birdcage caught my eye. An ominous omen.

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