Page 58 of Heathens

His skin is pale and covered in dozens of black and gray tattoos that stretch all along his chest, arms, and stomach. Some look like they were done with a knife and ink while others are deeply shaded, with more detail and intricacy. Runes, crows, the Virgin Mary with bleeding eyes, upside down crosses, many with words written in a language I can’t read.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Put your hands on the back of the couch.”

I do as I’m told and feel his icy hands run up the backs of my thighs. He gives my ass a rough slap, the sharp sting forcing me to cry out. Dominic soothes the spot with his hand, and I can feel the rings on his fingers as the welt on my ass grows warmer.

“You like that,” he rumbles.

It’s not a question, he’s telling me exactly how I feel. I’m starving for pleasure at this point, and anything he gives me, I would take. I’ve never been this high on someone before.

“Yes.”

“Sir,” he demands. “Be a good little slut and call me sir.”

My cheeks warm, and I nod.

“Yes, sir.”

His tongue is on my clit again, large hands spreading me wide as he devours me from behind. I relish the coolness of his mouth and a delightful pressure from this new angle. My back arches and just before I can get into it, he denies me again. I glance over my shoulder to sneer at him.

“You know, that’s really starting to piss me off.”

Dominic swings his arm back, his hand connecting with my ass as a loudcrackthat echoes through the room. I yelp, my clit pulsing and my thighs drenched with my slick and blood. He leans in, his cock brushing against my aching pussy.

“I paid for you. That means you’re mine tonight.”

I cry out at another strike that feels like it might shatter my entire body.

“Tell me,” he demands. My mouth opens, but the words are lodged in the back of my throat. He hits me again, even harder this time. “Tell me.”

“Yes, sir,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “I’m yours, sir.”

He’s driving me insane, and he knows it. Every part of me is trembling like a leaf.

“You know what I like about humans?” He asks.

“No,” I squeak out.

“You’re so fucking desperate, it’s pathetic.” He leans over, gently biting on my ear.

God, why do I want him to keep talking to me like this?

“I can smell it on you,” he continues. “You’re gonna be a good girl and take every inch of me, and when I tease you, when I let you suffer and writhe, you’ll thank me for it.”

The dominant edge to his voice makes me want him even more.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

“That’s my girl.”

He pushes his cock inside of me with a grunt, filling me up. This time, the pace is brutal and vicious as he fucks me. It’s all about him and his pleasure. His hand slides around my throat and I can feel him squeeze, pressing down on my windpipe and cutting off blood flow and air. It’s just enough that I can still breathe, but I’m starting to get dizzy as his hips continue to crash into mine.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans. “You wanna come for me?”

“Yes,” I manage to choke out. “Please, sir!”

“You’re close. I can feel it.”

He squeezes my throat a little tighter and my thighs tremble. Dominic snarls, driving himself inside of me over and over.

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