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CHAPTER ONE
HIM
It’s silent when I twist the knob and step inside the room, leaving the door cracked to allow the briny breeze to filter in behind me. The sweet smell of apples fills my senses and my cock immediately begins to harden. The room is bathed in darkness, except for a strip of moonlight coming from the balcony doors. That strip of luminescence glows over the sleeping beauty lying on a canopy-style bed; one that she’s had since she was a child. Sheer-white lace drapes the tall posts on all four corners of the bed, and it moves in a silent whisper from the soft breeze coming from the doors.
Something brushes against my legs, and I look down at the black and white cat rubbing against me. His head is tipped back like he’s looking at me, but I know he sees nothing due to the milky-white film that obscures his vision. I bend down and scoop him up, tucking him against my chest and scratching his chin. He immediately starts to purr and butts his head againstmy neck like we’re old friends. This is a regular routine he and I share.
My shoes sink into the plush carpet as I walk across the room to the closet. After a few more scratches, I set him down on the floor and close the door, leaving him in there. He’s used to being put away when I visit.
I go over to the bed. Savina Rivers lays mostly on her stomach with her knee cocked up to the side. A gray silk sheet is draped over her up to her waist. One hand lays on the silk-covered pillow by her head, and her long, chocolate-brown hair fans out behind her. I want to twist those strands around her neck, cutting off her air supply as I stuff her mouth full of my cock. She’d look so fucking pretty as she stared up at me with tears streaking down her cheeks and her eyes bulging from my cock being shoved down her throat.
The thin straps of her satin top slightly dig into the skin of her shoulders. I grab the sheet and yank it off her. My mouth waters at the view it reveals. Her camisole is skimpy and stops midway up her torso. Her back curves and her ass juts out with the way her leg is bent. She’s wearing a thong, but she may as well not be for all the good it does covering her. The band of her thong sits high on her waist with another string wedged between her ass cheeks.
My eyes zero in on that part of her. Her ass is a work of pure art. Plump, round globes. Full enough to cushion against the pounding I have every intention of giving her. Enough flesh to grab onto when I bounce her up and down on my cock. Firm, but still jiggly for when I smack her ass. Pliable for when I sink my teeth into it.
My cock pulses behind my zipper when I imagine all the things I plan to do to that ass. All the ways I’ll destroy it the way I’ll destroy her cunt.
My eyes roam down her toned legs. My sleeping beauty isn’t a lazy slouch, but she doesn’t regularly exercise either. Her fit figure was given to her by genetics, and she maintains it by eating healthy, except for the macarons the cook makes for her.
Putting a hand on Savina’s waist, I roll her to her back. She doesn’t wake, not that I expected her to. The pill she downed earlier tonight will make sure she sleeps like a baby during my visit and won’t remember a thing tomorrow. She thinks her nightly pill is a generic vitamin, and while it does have some of those nutrients, I’ve replaced them with ones I’ve had specially made for her that look identical. The nights I plan to visit, they’re switched out with a high dose of a unique relaxant. It’s enough to knock her out and keep her unconscious, but it won’t prevent her body from reacting to what I plan to do to it.
For over a year, I’ve been coming to Savina in the dead of night with her unaware. She doesn’t even know I exist. Or rather, she does, but not as the man who sneaks into her room and gets sick pleasure by doing all kinds of wicked things to her while she sleeps.
The woman of my obsession lies limp with her head to the side, her arms now raised and resting on her pillow. Her tits are small and perky and her nipples are pebbled beneath the satin material of her top. It’s pushed up to just below her breasts, leaving her soft, flat stomach bare.
Reaching over my shoulder to grip the neck of my Henley, I rip it over my head and toss it to the floor. My jeans and briefs come off next.
I push Savina’s legs apart and climb up on the bed, situating myself between her spread thighs. Gripping the thin straps of her thong over her hips, I rip the flimsy material. I toss the ruined pieces on top of my clothes on the floor. I’ll take them with me, and they’ll go with the others I’ve stolen from her.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lift them, bending her legs back so far that she’s nearly folded in half with her knees by her head. I stare down at the pink, fleshy lips and the hidden button just above them. Her asshole winks at me, taunting me to stuff something inside it. The moonlight doesn’t give me near enough light as I would like, but it’s enough to see that her pussy is dry. That’ll soon change. I’m going to devour her with my mouth; lick, bite, and suck, and her body will weep for me like it always does. By the time I’m finished, the silk sheets below her will be soaked by her own juices.
I lay one of my arms across the back of her thighs to keep them up and drop my head. Flattening my tongue, I start at her puckered hole and then run it up to her pink slit and end at her clit. I pull that sensitive bundle between my teeth and clamp down on it. I suck on it so hard that it starts to swell between my lips and Savina’s hips squirm. She lets out a little mewl of pain. I don’t bother to look to see if she’s awake. She’s not. This is just her body’s automatic reaction to my rough play.
I growl against her clit, adding a vibrating stimulus to my sucking and biting. Her soft moan hikes in volume when I bite down harder and shake my head like a dog with a rope.
This woman drives the sanity right out of me. The way she tastes, smells, and feels, even her musical fucking voice manifests the madness I’ve managed to keep at bay since I was a child. I have no control when it comes to her, and I willingly embrace the psychotic tendencies she invokes.
I nibble on her clit and suck it between my teeth, devouring and torturing the little button of nerves. If she were awake, her cries of pain would pierce the room. One day soon, I’ll luxuriate in that symphonic sound.
As she cried, her hands would fist my hair, desperate to yank me away, to get me off her. Her hips would shift and buck against my mouth, pressing her ass down into the mattress,anything to get the stinging pain to stop. Her lips would beg for mercy, and tears would slide down her pinkened cheeks.
And as she fought, I would hold her in place and show her no leniency. I’d take from her what has always been and will always be mine.
Because I know deep in her soul, down in a dark place she keeps hidden, she has a secret she would never admit aloud.
My pretty little Savina thrives on pain. She likes the searing bite of it. She wants to be dominated. To be given no choice but to endure and accept. To be forced to take it and even like it. I’ll be her Master, and she’ll be my pretty unwilling puppet.
With another hard bite to her clit, I release it and lift my head. I angle myself to the side so the moonlight shines directly between her legs, and I look at the flesh I just abused. It’s red and swollen, and is so fucking pretty.
I lift her ass some more and spread her legs wider. My eyes move down to her entrance and the pink, plump lips on either side. My cock twitches. I want to push myself in that hole and feel it strangle my cock. She’ll be so tight that I’d have to force my length inside the first time I take her. I can already hear her screams of agony filling my head, and that makes my need grow stronger. I want to feel her fight me, to hold her down as she struggles, to feel her tight little cunt rip open as I thrust inside and see her blood smeared all over my cock.
I press a finger on either side of her pussy and spread her lips open. Just as I knew they would be, her folds are saturated. The juices leaking from her hole glisten in the moonlight. I lick my lips in anticipation, my greedy mouth demanding a taste.
My eyes fall to the little patch of skin veiled between her lips. Her hymen. The proof that she’s still innocent. A part of her I’ll steal and rip to fucking shreds when the time is right.
I find the small opening hidden within her innocence. I drop my head and press my tongue against it. The taste of her arousalexplodes in my mouth. I want to ram my tongue inside, to make her bleed for me and swallow every drop of blood and cum her body produces. Soon, but not yet.
I push against the hole, testing its elasticity. The skin flexes, but doesn’t break. This isn’t the first time I’ve fucked the hole in her hymen and it won’t be the last.