Page 13 of Be My Sinner

With one last powerful thrust, Zeke comes inside of Abe’s ass, and I let go of my own restraint, coming in violent spasms over Sammy’s thick digits. My mouth opens wide as a scream leaves my lips. Wave after wave of primal euphoria crashes through me as Sammy keeps pumping his digits inside of me.

He pulls his fingers out and slips all three digits inside my mouth, the salty, musky tang hitting my taste buds. I swirl my tongue around them, licking and sucking every drop off his fingers. My eyes watch as Zeke forces Abe to his knees, and makes him clean off his cock with that sinful mouth of his.

Fuck, why is that so hot? Why is watching Zeke manhandle Abe, and forcing him to take his cock over and over, so fucking intense and sexy?

“Do you wish you were between them, Nightstar? Do you wish it was you licking his cock clean after it’s been in Abe’s ass? Being their little cum whore?”

“Yeeessss.” The word leaves my lips in a breathless whisper. There is no point in denying it. Sammy and I have no secrets between us. He knows that I enjoy all manners of depravity and that I long to be used like a whore in the bedroom.

“Maybe one day, you’ll get your chance; for now, though, you are only my whore. Get on your knees and swallow me like the good little slut you are. I want to coat that vicious throat of yours with my cum.”

I fall to my knees, my eyes tearing away from the screen as Zeke fucks Abe’s mouth. The sounds of gagging are loud in our space. How I long to be making the same sounds. Sammy unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper of his black jeans, his cock popping out the minute it’s unleashed from its harsh confinement. I love that he refuses to wear underwear. The fewer clothes between us at all times, the better.

His cock head is large, dark red, and swollen, with a thick vein protruding from the side of his long shaft that my tongue craves to trace. The tip is already messy and covered in precum across the mushroom head, and down the ridge of his crown. My tongue snakes out and licks the moisture, a moan leaving my mouth at his slightly bitter taste. I lash down the veiny length of his cock to the root. My tongue wraps around its girth before my lips leave behind a trail of kisses, and I brush my teeth lightly over his girthy length.

Sammy loves a little pain with his head. He enjoys the feel of my teeth as I carefully trail them up the length of his shaft back to the head, where I hollow my cheeks and suck hard just on the tip. My tongue lashes the slit repeatedly as his hands fist in my hair until tears trail down the side of my face. His firm grip on my long, dark tresses tells me I’m about to lose the ability to control my actions.

I swallow him down until he hits the back of my throat, and even then, it’s too much; there are still inches I can’t fit. My head bobs up and down on his length, each time pushing him a little further down and closing more of my airway. Spit slides out of the corner of my mouth as I gag over and over again without mercy on his cock. His fisted grip in my hair stops my motion as he takes over fucking my mouth.

“That’s it, my little Nightstar, show me what a whore you are. Suck me down that tight throat.”

I hold on tight to the material covering his thighs as he pounds into my throat, losing himself in the sensation and chasing his own orgasm. His grunts and the smell of his sweat and scent are an aphrodisiac that entices all my senses.

This is what I needed. This is my heaven. The feel, taste, and smell of Sammy is my addiction. He is what is still keeping me grounded to this world, preventing me from toppling over from the madness that wants to roll me under its dark depths.

When he finally comes down my sore and abused throat, it’s without mercy. He makes me take his cum deep in my throat and swallow all of its creamy goodness. He pulls back, releasing his hold on my face and hair, and his vibrant blue eyes meet mine. They are a sea of darkness, the pupils wholly blown. Color is rising across his olive-toned skin, and I watch as a drop of blood wells on his bottom lip, from where he must have bitten down as he found his own bliss.

His hand gently caresses the slope of my face, his thumb rubbing over some of his cum on my lips. “You are too good for them, Dinah. You are too good for any of us.”

He pulls away from me, tucking himself away in his pants before giving the screen one last look and walking away. Just as he’s about to leave the room, he turns back around. His dark blues glimmer in the light, filled with emotion. This man before me should have hurt and helped destroy me; instead, he became a part of my survival and heart. He is my everything, and right now, he is looking at me like he’s already lost me.

“Remember you belonged to me first, Nightstar. I will never let you go.”

His words bring a chill down my spine as he turns to leave with one more heated look. I sit there on my knees, trying to figure out what just happened, and why did Sammy just behave like there was ever a chance of losing me?There isn’t a chance, is there?

Don’t be fucking ridiculous, Dinah.I admonish myself. Sammy will never lose you unless it’s to death or madness. Certainly never to those two fuckers.

With one last look at the now-empty screen, a huge sigh leaves my lips as I drag my hands down my face. FUCK. I don’t need this shit. I can’t have Sammy doubting me. He is mine, and I am his.

Fuck it, right now, I need another release, one preferably at the end of a blade that will cover me in the blood of my enemies. I’ll try to dissect this shit later, or maybe I’ll just ignore it, and nothing will come of it.

The sound of sarcastic laughter fills my mind with a taunt.Sure, bitch. I’m sure it will all work itself out.

I dig my fingers and nails deeply into his cheeks, grinding the soft flesh against his teeth as more blood escapes from his lips in a red trickle down his chin, and screams of pain try to crawl out of his mouth. The groans and whimpers he is trying so hard to swallow cause shudders of pleasure to race down my spine. The knowledge that he is my captive, a fly stuck in my web, waiting for an end that will not come swiftly, makes my core tighten and dampens my panties.

Pain and blood really are the sexiest fucking shit. Forget sweet words and caresses; give a girl a little blood, some much-needed vengeance, and a sharp blade, and watch her cream her panties like a little slut.

I know, I know.I should worry that my mental state is deteriorating faster than my stash of pretty panties, but that was a worry for someone who planned to live a long life. I knew I didn’t have that luxury. No, my sins would eventually catch up to me, but not before I set the world on fire. How pretty it was going to look when red, blue, and gold flames were licking at its every surface.

“Please!” The voice behind us begs, strangled with emotion, pain, and a panicked timbre. The smell of urine is ripe and solid in the air. They always seem to lose their bladders, these mighty and powerful men of the Brotherhood.Well, their bladders and their dignity.

I tear my eyes away from Michael Kingston, his dark brown eyes filled with terror and hate as he stares at death before him. My hand lashes out and slaps him hard in the face, causing it to snap to the left before being wrenched back. I have to give him credit; not once has he begged or bargained for his life. No, he would never bow down and plead with a woman or with the ‘Unholy Ghost’.

Diabolus Mortis. That is what I have become to the Brotherhood of the Sacrament. I wonder if they plead with their God to save them from my blade. I wonder if I am now the devil they fear in the night, here to take their stained souls.I fucking hope so.

It’s almost a shame I have to kill this one. A deep, regretful sigh leaves me, and I watch as his eyes widen further. I let my fingers trail over his bloody eyebrow and down the side of his aged face in a gentle caress. I would have loved to have him in my cage a little longer, so I could see him finally break.They always break.It doesn’t matter how tough they think they are, or how big and strong their bodies are.They break.I make sure of it.

“Mercy, please! Lord, please save us!” My eyes turn to the bloody mess behind us. His arms are tied behind his back while a blade protrudes from his side, bleeding him out like a stuck pig. This one broke way too quickly, and his whiny voice was starting to really grate on my damn nerves.

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