Page 155 of Madness Behind the Mask
I shudder and whimper and scream and beg. And still he thrusts into me, hismaskroamingaround my nipples, hisspikesflickingthemback and forth.
He groansbehind his maskas hepushes me down onto the mattress andcollapses on top of me.His bodyshakes, the underside of his cock pulsing against the stretched walls of my pussy. He empties himself insideofme, filling me with his scent. His claim. His mark of possession.
“Such a fucking good girl.”
I stay still beneath his assault, mybody too broken to do anything more than breathe shallowly and tremble.I failed him. I failed to not come under the brutality of the scene.
“You came so fucking hard,”he sneers. “I bet you’ve soaked the mattress all the way through.”
I flinch at his callous words, but I can’t refute them given how wet my thighs are. How wet his are as they press into my body. My pussy kegels around him, and he groans as he jerks his cock inside me with the tensing of his own muscles.
I whimper as I kegelagain, clenching around his still hard cock. I can’t move, can’t speak. I just lie there with his cock inside me, soaked from the waist down.
I love my husband.
So why don’t I love this?
Fifty-Four
HIM
31OCTOBER1987
Fuck. I’ve never come so hard. Never lingered after finishingin years, yet I’m still inside her, my cock still mostly hard, enveloped in the tight hold of her pussy. Her scent fills the room, arousal mixed with blood and sweat, and I breathe in deeply, imprinting it into memory, along with the damn good feel of her squeezing me.
I lick my way up to her jaw, my cock twitching against her wet grip. She squirted all over me. Fucking soaked the place. Anatomy, my ass.
I meant to punish her, use her, break her for all the pain she caused me. A growl leaves my lips as the furious hatred settles in my heart like a poisonous thorn. I lift my hips and ram into her. She cries out on a whimper, no doubt sore given all the blood. No doubt not ready for another round.
But fuck her and what she wants.
She ismyenemy, and I’m going to break her for all hersins. Reaching between us, I flick her piercing, my eyes on her face, watching the beautiful twisting of pain and fear. She presses her lips together, fighting back a whimper or perhaps even a scream. Still too proud. Still too fucking in control.I want her loose. I want her feral. I want her to stop hiding behind her fucking words of, “It’s anatomy.”
Rocking my hips, I wait until my cock is fully hard again before slamming in between her legs. Her ass is shoved back into the bed as it creaks. Her pussy’s warm cum runs down my thighs. “You’re such a fucking whore,” I growl as I rope my arms under her legs, “that your pussy has become so loose in your arousal.”
“Your dick is just too small.”
I smirk as I sit up, pushing her knees up to the sides of her breasts as I bend her in half. I pull all the way out so I can see her pussy unhindered. My cock jerks at the sight of it gaping and pulsing, and I spread it wider with my fingers on one hand, looking further in. It’s so damn pretty and pink and so fucking wet.
Lifting a hand, I smack it red, making sure to hit the piercing. She yelps, then tries to kick me in the face. I let her hit me, her muscles exhausted, her strength no match for mine without the help of her magic.
My smirk spreading, I spank her pussy again, putting enough force behind it to feel the sting on my fingers.My little whorewhimpers as she jerks this time, instinctively fleeing rather than fighting. I like that. Her broken and bleeding beneath me. The punishment of her sins. The last true Shadow, the great Sau made pathetic because ofme.
Anger shooting down my arm, I smack her again.
She bites her lip, holding back her scream as her hips jerk sideways. I grab her, holding her still as I hit her again.
She kicks me in the face, then the chest, then aims for the throat. And only then do I grab her ankle and slam it down on the bed. “Can’t ever say I’m not a gentleman, Sau,”I seethe as I push three fingers inside her pussy. “Can’t ever say I don’t take care of my woman.” I press another finger in, pushing deep, so she takes them all the way to the knuckles.
“Stop.” Her words are fractured but not fully broken.
Snarlingat her attempt to deny me once more, I fold my thumb in and shove my whole hand up to the wrist.
She bucks, her scream breaking on a half sob, half whimper as she falls back to the bed. I push in further, feeling the walls of her pussy trying to fend me off, trying to stay rigid as I force them to tear.
“Stop,” she rasps, a desperate little plea that has me stilling.
“I told you you’re mine tonight, Sau,” I growl as my eyes dip to her stretched across my wrist. My lips part at the sight of her taking me in. I want to push in further, but I can already feel her cervix without fully extending my fingers. They’re bent inside her, and I slowly pull my arm back to straighten them as I search for the opening of that tiny hole, the tips of my fingers brushing back and forth across her cervix. But her pussy is so fucking wet, and without being able to see what I’m doing, I struggle to feel it even though I know where it should be.
