Page 33 of Broken Souls

She ismine.

Her teeth dig into me.

Mark me as her husband.

My fingers kneed her ass, rocking her faster.

Increasing the friction of her pussy on me until my balls become tight.

Groaning, I watch her tits jiggle as she slams down on my cock.

Over and over until I come inside her on a roar.

She jerks her hips a few more times, then slams down all the way as she screams into the crook of my shoulder. Her pussy clenches around me, shaking and shuddering as she gives herself to me completely.

Yanking her head up, I sink my teeth into her neck. She groans, threading her fingers in my hair. I kiss and suck and nip. Lifting my lips, I look her in the eye. Her gaze’s slightly unfocused from the intensity of her orgasm. But even still, there is love inside those depths.

A fucking lie.

“You came,” I growl, wanting to punish her for making me believe she cares.

“Yeah, I did.” She grins as she raises a hand to her neck. “That was fuckingintense.” Her eyes widening, she shakes her head. “Uh, I mean – I’m sorry,” she says as she lowers her gaze, acting apologetic but looking way too pleased with herself. “I’m such a bad girl. Maybe you should spank me.”

The blatant manipulation makes me want to deny her, and for a moment, I almost do, but I want her at my mercy more. Want her to become reliant on me so she can never run. So she can never leave.

Pushing her off me, I order, “Stand on the side of the bed and bend over.”

She moves quickly, and I stride over to the dresser full of toys I purchased over the past couple months. I seemingly bought at least one of everything, wanting to try them all to discover what we like, to share those firsts withher.Now it all almost feels like a mockery.

I open the top drawer and rifle through the items to find what I’m looking for. Paddles and whips call to me, but I ignore them. I don’t trust myself not to really hurt her in this moment. I don’t know if I’d stop once I started. If the session would end with her dead and bleeding out on my bed.

The hairs on my neck rise the longer I have my back to her, so I work quickly, shoving aside dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, and everything else the shop sold until the toy I want is in my hand.

I turn to find her facing away from me, her ass in the air, her forearms flat on the bed. My cum dribbles out of her wet pussy and down her left thigh. My cock twitches with the need to slide back inside her. Just to rest. To connect with her while she sleeps. While she’s vulnerable.

Instead, I stop a foot from her. I stand there, letting her feel my presence. She starts to squirm, her thighs bunching as she curls her toes in anticipation. Her breaths come out a bit harsher. But there’s no fear seeping from her pores. No terror that I’m at her back, a monster in the dark, an enemy who’s found out she is an imposter.Why isn’t she afraid?

Finally, she breaks, turning her head. I slap her ass before she can look over her shoulder. She jumps on a small gasp. I spank her again, my hand a bit heavier. The sting bites my palm as thewhackresonates in my chest. Her body jolts over the mattress. She moans and wiggles her ass again.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her away from the bed so I can reach around her pussy. I know she can feel the piece of metal and silicone against her leg because she starts to turn, her head angled down to see what’s in my left hand. As she stares at it in shock, I secure the chastity belt around her pussy, then lock it.

“Is that a witch’s snare around the hip?” she asks.

The locks chastity belts come with might be good enough for humans, but a witch can easily break them. What one can’t escape is a witch’s snare – a golden chain imbued with magic that makes it impossible to remove without the “key.”

So she’ll die with the fucking thing on if she betrays me.

My body tight, I slap her exposed ass. Her cheek jiggles, and my cock twitches at the sight of her bound so only I can give her pleasure.

Fuck, little monster. I would have given you everything.

“Yes,” I say.

“How long will it stay on?” she asks as she twists around to face me.

“Until you’re sorry enough to beg.”

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