Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Our bodies slap together, echoing in the room. The burn of his cock inside me only makes me whimper in agony, which he thinks is pleasure. His hands grip me painfully, and I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow. He suddenly pulls out of my body, the heat of his release splatters on my ass, running down my thighs.
Tears trickle down my cheeks as the agony takes hold. I’m about to rise when he presses a finger between the cheeks of my ass, forcing it into the tight entrance. My body tenses in shock. It’s not the first time someone has touched me there. Thanos has been inside every part of me, but fear still grips me. He rips the tie from my mouth, and I’m free to cry out, but I don’t. I’ve learned not to make a sound.
“You’re tighter than my whore,” he grunts.
“How many girls have you done this to?” I question, knowing my owner wants all the information I can get out of this man. “Does your wife not allow you to do this?”
He chuckles. “My wife is a frigid bitch. That’s why I have you little sluts to give me what I need.” His response drips with malice as he opens me, stretching the tight ring of muscle painfully. “So pretty.” Another dark chuckle vibrates in his chest. Spit drips onto my ass while he uses two fingers to spread me. Seconds later, I’m filled, and it feels like I’m being torn in two.
My eyes shut tight as I cry out. I can no longer bite my tongue because the pain is far too much. Everything stills, and I feel him throb.
“I’ve paid a pretty penny for you to take my dick.” He leans in, whispering in my ear. “But I didn’t ask you to talk.” His fat hand wraps around my delicate throat, and he squeezes. “You like this, don’t you? A broken toy who gets off on being abused.” His words are vile, and my stomach turns. The bile that rises to my throat burns its way onto my tongue. That’s when he pulls out of me and drags me to the floor. Shoving me to my knees, he grips his dick and forces it into my mouth. A groan of pleasure rockets through him as I choke and gag on the tip of his dick prodding my throat.
I wait for it. My hands gripping my ankles and soon enough, he empties another load of semen onto my tongue. The sour flavor causes my puke to overflow, and it hits the carpet in a splatter.
“Stupid bitch,” the man groans. “Tell your owner that if he wants to partner with me, he needs to find younger, more useful toys.”
He stalks from the room, leaving me reeling from what just happened. My knees hurt, my body aches, and my soul has darkened to the point that I no longer recognize who I am. Pushing from the floor, I rise onto wobbly legs and make my way to the small chair at the window. The curtains are drawn, and I don’t open them. I don’t want to see what’s out there, what I can no longer have.
Thanos won’t be happy about what happened. I’m meant to please the partners. To ensure they sign with him. And the man who just walked out didn’t seem like he was happy. Tears stream down my face when I think about what my life has become.
The door opens, and my owner saunters in. His eyes burning through me with rage and hatred. I don’t know why he doesn’t just kill me. When he reaches me, his hand grips my hair, tugging me from the chair.
“Do you want me to hurt you?” Curiosity and confusion lace his words. “Do you want it like that, fuck-toy? Tell me.”
I want to answer him, but bile rises in my throat again, causing me to swallow deeply. I’ve been conditioned to want to be hurt. The images that still play in my mind on a constant loop are evidence that I need the darkness to feel pleasure. But there’s only one man I want to give it to me — Drake Savage.
“No, sir,” I say before he retaliates with force.
“Go to your room. You’re not allowed food today, and perhaps even tomorrow. You’ve disappointed me, toy.” His voice is rough, almost raspy, and I wonder if he was thinking about fucking me. It’s the only time he comes near me. When he releases his hold on me, I skitter away before he changes his mind.
I can’t walk properly, but I make my way to my room safely without seeing anyone else in the hallways. The other doors are all locked, and I know they hide girls behind them. I curl up on the bed and sob. I allow all the pain from tonight to ebb away. But I know it’s not the end. Not yet anyway.