Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Trent mentioned you’d been working on stories about the corruption of the rich.”
“Did he?” I try to keep my tone light. “I’m surprised he remembered anything about me. He never seemed to care.”
“He did. He said you were obsessed, even to the point of getting jobs to infiltrate their inner circles.”
“Wow, I sound motivated.”
I can’t deny the charges. That would be lying, and I want to be able to tell him that I’ve never lied to him.
Marcus
She is lying through her teeth. I can see how afraid she is. I can practically smell her guilt. It is an ashy, acrid scent. This is what I wanted. I wanted to be betrayed again, but this time, to have all the elements in my control.
She’s playing right into my hands. She has no choice. She hasn’t had a choice from the beginning. I knew what she was. I knew what she wanted. But still, it is so satisfying to have a plan come together. Even one like this, that burns me to my fucking core.
I’m wondering if I am strong enough to withstand this thing I am doing to her and to myself. This was always going to be a twisted, terrible thing.
I’m going to go through with it.
“Get on your hands and knees.” My voice is rough, hard, and dominant.
She hesitates for a second. I can see the fear in her eyes. She is absolutely terrified—and she should be. Her fear makes my cock twitch. Angry as I am, she still turns me on.
I am going to fuck each and every one of her holes until she begs for mercy. I am going to make her suffer, and I am going to take pleasure in that suffering.
Before she has a chance to ready herself, I have her on the floor, clothes askew, and she is stuck on my cock, squirming and wriggling. Her pussy grips me tightly, her inner walls slick with the kind of arousal you only get when you are terribly afraid.
She gasps and she grips me and she tries to milk my cock for all she is worth. I think my unfortunate little pet wants this to be over with already. I think her cunt is getting more sore and swollen with every thrust of my cock. She is puffy and she is tight. Her eyes are similarly wet.
I have not told her that I know what she did to me, but her guilt is clear in the way she takes this punishing fucking. She is soaking it up, basking in my punitive fury.
This should not be this hot. She shouldn’t be enjoying me so much. She should be absolutely broken.
I pull out of her pussy, throw her over my knee and spank her hard. Her ass becomes a brighter and brighter red with every slap, turning into a handsome rouge hue.
“Ow! Ow!”
She should know that she has turned on me, and that her life from here on out is going to be nothing but pain.
My cock is hard as hell, and it only gets harder when she starts to cry again. I’d like to fuck her using those traitorous tears as lube.
I reach around, cup her face, and swipe my fingers over her cheeks, gathering her tears on my fingers. I lift my fingers to my mouth, tasting her remorse. She tastes like salt and sadness, but not enough.
Her ass is waiting for me. There’s no tail in the way tonight, which means that hole of hers is ready for the taking.
I’ll use lubricant, because I want to be able to do this again, and because even in the very depths of desire, there’s some part of me that doesn’t want to entirely destroy her. I want to keep her usable for the future.
“It’s too big,” she whimpers in the way all filthy little sluts do when their asses are about to be fucked long and hard.
“It’s not too big. It’s perfect for your hot little ass,” I tell her. “You could stretch for me even wider than this. Count yourself lucky that it’s just my cock. I could put so many more things in your ass. I could stretch both of your holes until you were nothing but a vessel for my accoutrements. I’ll turn you into a fucking desk caddy for me, tie you up and keep my pencils in your pussy…”
The more I threaten her with these terrible, demeaning things, the harder my cock gets and the more her pussy coats me with desire. She’s enjoying this too much. My fury and my arousal are doing nothing more than turning her on. I don’t know what I am going to do with her, but I know I am going to make sure she suffers properly.
I take just a moment to lubricate her with a dash of olive oil from the kitchen cabinet first. She keeps wriggling and squirming as I hold her cheeks apart and ensure there’s enough lube. I do not intend to be gentle with her. I intend to make this hurt. Once I am satisfied, I pull out of her soaked pussy and plunge into her ass.