Page 34 of Sinister Legacy
Unbuckling his belt, he pulls it slowly through the hoops. I shiver in anticipation, my heart thrashing wildly in my chest. My breaths come fast, too fast for me not to grow dizzy from the high. As he walks closer, I hear him wind his belt around his hand. I know what’s coming even before he unwinds it and strikes my pussy.
The pain hurts so fucking bad, like a knife slashing my intimate parts. My hips buck, and I cry out, silently begging for more.
He whips me again, making my pussy scream in delicious pain. It’s too much, but in the midst of the agony is demented pleasure. The kind of pleasure that requires me to let go. There can’t be any thinking or worrying when he hurts me like this.
I can only feel.
The next strike lands on my bare stomach, where my crop top has ridden up. I gasp, clutching the pillow to my face.
If I accidentally remove it, he’ll stop.
His monster likes to play hide and seek.
Unlike King’s.
Fuck, why am I thinking about King now? He has no place in these dirty moments with my stepdad.
Any thoughts of the raven-haired boy with the cruel, cold smirk evaporate when another strike lands on my bare skin. This time, he used the belt buckle. And the pain is so immense, I let out a sob. He only leaves marks when Mom is away.
“Please stop,” I whimper, shuddering on the cold marble floor.
I don’t mean it though.
And he knows.
He knows nothing can satisfy this craving.
Dropping to his knees between my legs, he covers my burning, throbbing cunt with his mouth and proceeds to eat me until my sobs transform into sounds of unbridled pleasure. His teeth nibble and bite, and his stubble scratches in the best way possible.
My soreness from King only heightens the pleasure that mounts and mounts until I explode on my stepdad’s tongue. My body writhes on the floor as he lies down on top of me and holds the pillow over my head while shoving down the front of his pants.
“Did you miss Daddy?” he whispers in a smoky, dark tone he only reserves for our playtime.
Barely able to breathe beneath the cushion, I claw at his shirt buttons. Anywhere I can reach.
I claw and scratch and scream.
The pain when he enters me has me gasping against the damp fabric.
“Fuck, so tight!” he growls, thrusting forward.
Curling his fingers around my wrist when I dig my nails into his chin, he shoves my hand hard against the marble, causing the bone to rattle from the impact.
The sounds he makes while fucking me on the entrance floor are nothing short of animalistic. My hands fly out, connecting with stray shoes. I pick one up and beat him over the head with it, if only to catch a sip of precious air. All the while, my pussy pulses, and my heart thrashes. I’m so fucking high on the humiliation and the depravity. The feel of his massive cock as it tears me apart.
And then, tonight, my second monster will seek me out to feast on what’s left. Maybe he’ll scent the other predator on me. And maybe he’ll punish me for being a greedy little whore. Just the fucking thought has me coming again.
With a final grunt, my stepdad pulls out and covers my sore pussy and lower stomach in cum. Each spurt rains over me like a soothing balm accentuated by his strangled grunts.
His weight disappears, and I listen to him pull his trousers back up and tighten his belt. Just when I think the humiliation is over, he spits on my cunt.
Squeezing my thighs together, I let out a shameless moan beneath the pillow. His footsteps retreat, and I stay on the floor until the door to his office slams shut.
Only then do I remove the pillow and blink my eyes open against the harsh light that streams in from the window beside the front door.
Pushing up on my elbows, I gaze down at the red welts on my skin. Bruises are already forming from when he whipped me with the belt buckle.
I carefully slide a finger over a welt, feeling the sore swelling.Fucking beautiful.
