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KANE

M y belt buckle claps together in my urgency to free my dick. But she doesn’t take her lips off mine. I swallow down her moans and fucking devour them like I require them for sustenance.

Hooking my arms under her knees, I lift her, and my dick brushes her clit.

Delilah moans into my mouth, breaking my connection to the innocent memories.

All the anger and pain floods back in and I don’t give a fuck about the way the rope is nipping her skin.

Thick red lines form a collar around her delicate neck, and I pull her down onto my dick as I grit, “Look at you, willing to hang yourself as long as you fill that cunt.”

Relief crosses her features as I thrust up and take some of the pressure off her neck.

It disappears instantly as gravity forces her down.

Without the use of her arms, she can’t hold on to me.

She’s at my mercy. I understand why she plays everyone—the power is too addictive.

It’s exhilarating to know that our roles have reversed and she’s now ready to die for me.

Her thighs tighten around me as she clenches. My palm slaps the side of her tit as I pull her down to take more. “Keep fucking clenching and acting like this isn’t what you fucking need.”

Her skin instantly turns red like an inviting red carpet from the harsh rope as she stutters, “Ka-Kane, please.”

Flattening my hand on her chest, I push her back and mimic her. “ Ka-Kane, please .”

A groan gets trapped in my throat as she pushes her weight down and I twist her nipple. Disgust, that is solely aimed at myself, coats my voice as her moans drive me fucking wild.

“You’re fucking pathetic. Killing yourself for one last fucking hit like a true addict.”

I don’t know who my words are aimed at. They match my own actions but Delilah’s moans.

She’s always loved being treated like shit.

The person I used to be, who I should have been, was never someone that could give her that.

Now I fucking hate myself, and she’s still winning because that self-loathing has turned me into what she craves.

The more pain I push into her body, the deeper she sinks into me.

It’s a contradiction. Each red mark calls for my tongue to soothe it and we haven’t restarted the game, so I give in.

I take for my own selfish need as she chokes herself in her attempts to ride me.

The noose is all but forgotten as I wrap my lips around her reddened, abused nipple while I twist the one that has been neglected.

“Oh, fuck. Kane!”

Her head drops back with her screams, and I bite into her chest. Deep moans rumble through her hollow chest and straight into my waiting mouth. Her satisfaction sustains me and breathes life back into the very soul she fucking killed.

But Delilah is a snake, and she coils her thighs tighter around me. I’m so distracted by the feeling of her that I almost don’t notice that even in her lust, she’s trying to escape me. Her shoulders are pulled together with the knots tightening as she twists her arms, attempting to free herself.

My bite turns more violent as I take her nipple into my mouth. She moans low in her throat and slams her hips down as she chokes, “Fuck.”

I look up to see her face turn red. Abrasions are forming on her neck and those bright eyes are on me. Testing her, I hold her hips and don’t look away as I pull her down. The rope around her neck is pulled taut and she splutters on her moans.

“You’re soaking my dick,” I groan.

She nods and tries to speak but it comes out as a garbled scream as I fuck up into her.

“Is this how you want to die, koukla mou?”

Her eyes widen as though she wasn’t aware of the literal noose around her neck.

“With my dick inside of you and my cum cooling at the same time as your sinful body?”

Her voice is raw and a croak as she lies to herself. “You wouldn’t kill me.”

I smile and pause my thrusts. Allowing myself a minute, I savor the feeling of her in my hands before I remove them. A scream rips from her throat as I forcefully pull out of the hold of her thighs.

“KANE!”

She looks like an erotic pinata as she kicks out, then dangles from the beam, choking on her choices. Wrapping my hand around my dick, I stroke myself from base to tip as I watch her and muse, “Do you know what kills people when they hang themselves?”

She can’t speak. I tilt my head as she tries again to gain purchase on the table legs. It only highlights her glistening cunt and inner thighs. My voice comes out deeper as I watch her and my hand speeds up.

“It’s the drop. It snaps their neck. But you didn’t drop, so you’ll stay there like an ornament until the weight of your body drags you down and crushes your windpipe.”

I run my tongue against my bottom lip as I take in every inch of her devious body.

Every curve that I’ve traced with my tongue.

The spots that I whispered my innocent love against. They’ve all changed now, like me, but she’s grown while I was decaying.

I don’t know what’s more visually satisfying, seeing how wet she is or finally having the elusive demon under my control as she uselessly hangs.

There’s only so much self-control a starving man can possess, and I take a step forward.

My hands automatically reach for her, and I hold her thighs to lift her to meet my face.

Her knees rest on my shoulders and she cries out in relief before I’ve even tasted her.

Tears stream down her face and drip onto her reddened chest as I suck her clit between my teeth.

Keeping my hand flat against her ass, I groan into her and stroke my dick as her taste coats my tongue.

Each movement is a contradiction, a bite followed by my tongue soothing the sting, matching how I feel towards Delilah.

She clenches as I circle her ass with my thumb, and I bite her pussy lips.

It forces a scream out of her, more tears streaming down her face, and my fucking name echoing through the unused lake house that now belongs to me.

“KANE!” I make the mistake of looking up, of looking into her treacherous eyes, and she whimpers like the pathetic mess she is. “Kane, please.”

“What are you begging for, koukla mou?” I croon as I increase the pressure against her ass. The clenching isn’t out of discomfort. She’s trying to pull me closer.

Fuck this.

I take a step back and drop my hand. But she tightens her legs against my shoulders, her knees bracketing my jaw as she manages to twist her leg so her calf is flat between my shoulders.

Digging my fingers into her thighs, I watch the fear on her face.

This close to her, with her pussy right in front of my face, I can smell how much she’s getting off on this.

My laugh is cruel as I press my fingers harder into her skin. “You really do love dick more than life.”

The rope scratches against the sides of her neck as she shakes her head and croaks, “Don’t. Please don’t leave me here.” She takes in a shaky breath and whispers, “Like this.”

That’s her fucking issue? Being left naked? Not anything I could do to her? Even now, she will always see me as less, a game that she can conquer and take over.

I soften my hold on her thighs to appear agreeable as I say, “Okay, let’s play. If you win, I’ll allow you one piece of clothing.”

She nods and strains her neck to look at the beam she’s attached to before countering, “You’ll let me down?”

I hum and peel her thighs off me. Placing her feet on the upturned table legs, I remain in the same spot and tuck my dick away before she can have the pleasure of knowing she has me harder than I’ve ever been before or leaking precum like a fucking teenager.

Her lips part on a gasp as I roughly push three fingers into her.

“Look at your used cunt, begging for more.”

Her thighs tremble and she rocks, riding my hand, as I push another finger into her.

“You want my full fucking fist inside you, don’t you?”

There’s no answer other than her moans. But she’s leaking down my wrist and circling her hips. I need her to break and use my free hand to slap the back of my fingers on her clit.

“Kane, fuck, please,” she moans low in her throat. It’s deeper than her normal voice, more like keening, or a gremlin.

My middle knuckle slams off her clit and she tenses around another moan. “Does it look like you’re in charge?”

Those fucking eyes fix right on me. The depth of the blue is magnified with her tears, and it’s as though I’ve been transported back in time. I’m fifteen years old again and Delilah is upset. She looks at me for help, like I’m the only one who can help her.

I push it all away and slowly work my thumb inside her with my other fingers.

Her low groaning and moaning is making it harder for me to stay in control, so I push three fingers of my free hand into her mouth.

Pressing them flat against the middle of her tongue, I push my thumb under her chin and hold her head in place as she shakes.

She stretches around my fist, and I clamp my teeth around her right nipple.

A scream vibrates through her chest, and I fuck her with hard, shallow thrusts.

My hand is fully coated in her, like my life, and I slowly pull my head back with her nipple still held between my teeth.

Her skin bleaches white from the force, and she shudders while attempting to maintain her perch on the legs.

A violent gag vibrates against my fingers as I push them further into her mouth. I bite across her chest, leaving little red marks in my wake. I groan around her unabused nipple as I suck it between my teeth, and she watches me. She’s waiting for the pain. Excitement flashes in her eyes.

“Beg,” I mumble into her tit.

Delilah’s words are forced back down her throat as I push my fingers further back and I let her nipple go with a wet pop.

“Such a pathetic little whore,” I taunt as she moans. “Is that hole inside of you filled now? Or do I need to bury my full arm inside of you?”

Another mumble and I push my hand up until more of my palm is inside of her. The mumbling turns to small little whimpers that I mock as I bite up her chest to her neck.