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PSYCHO

This is not a normal response to my dick. First time for everything, I guess. I’ve already been inside her. She didn’t realize it was my piercings making her scream with pleasure.

“Please tell me you weren’t a fucking virgin.”

She rolls her eyes at me, which makes me want to say our deal is off, but of course, that wasn’t part of it, so I dismiss it.

“I’ve been pregnant. Of course I’m not a virgin.”

I drag my hand down my face. Fuck. She’s got a goddamn kid. Call me a softie, but I don’t love the thought of leaving a kid without his mother. It won’t change much, but I don’t like it. We’ll have to give money to whoever ends up with the kid. It’s the right thing to do, and I already know Bones will insist on it. See, we’re not as bad as people say we are.

“You have kids? How many?”

Her gaze drops to the floor, and the sadness in her expression is visceral. It’s like looking at a damn puppy that has been kicked one too many times. The sorrow etched on her face, when I ask about her children, says there’s a story, but it’s one she isn’t interested in reliving.

“He’s dead. End of story.”

Stepping closer to her, I grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and lift, forcing her head back.

“Let me make one thing clear, Anastasia. If I want to know the story, you will tell me. In this case, I don’t give a fuck, but if I want to know something, you won’t refuse me. We’ve already discussed what happens if you don’t do as you’re told.”

Her glare is fucking fierce, and her anger is palpable. I definitely struck a nerve. Good.

“Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I tilt my head and narrow my gaze, feeling the need to push her further, wanting her to break. When she finally does, it’s going to be a beautiful show, and patience isn’t my strong suit. I fucking want it, now.

“Yes, what?”

She trembles before me, and it only makes her more stunning.

“Yes, sir,” she says with a shaky voice. All her confidence seems to have gone for the moment. The defiant, smart mouth is silent until I let go of her. Her eyes lift to my dick, as she stares at my piercings. Has she never seen a pierced dick? Even on fucking google? Not every man has one, but I didn’t think anybody didn’t know about them. I have a Prince Albert in the head, but I also have a Jacob’s ladder. Most women are excited when they see the six bars in my cock. However, my little lamb, not so much. Her eyes are wide, as she stares at me in what appears to be shock.

“It’s a piercing. It’s not going to hurt you.”

She shakes her head and gazes up at me. Fuck, she looks good like this.

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I’m pretty sure I know why I’m on my knees.”

Her concern causes me to chuckle softly. Pain is never a deterrent for me, it’s a goddamn aphrodisiac. I could tell her that, but I won’t, because while pain gets me off, so does fear. And the way she trembles before me, has me hard as a goddamn rock.

“Open wide.”

She parts her lips obediently, and, if I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure if I prefer the brat or the good girl more.

“Run your tongue over the bars.”

She opens her mouth wider, and flattens her tongue against the underside of my cock, eliciting an instant groan from me. The feel of her moving along the rungs has me ready to slam into her throat, but I pace myself, while I stare down at the woman that wants to destroy me, as I defile her. If she thinks this is as bad as it gets, she’s wrong. Thirty days is a long time, and she’ll regret her choices. The things I plan to do to her, and force her to do, will change her. In a month, she’ll hate herself so much, she’ll be begging me to take her life. Even better, she’ll take her own life, if I don’t do it for her. Watching her fall apart will be a pleasure greater than her tongue gliding against my shaft, and I must admit, that’s pretty fucking great.

“Fuck,” I groan out, as she circles her soft tongue over the head of my cock, paying special attention to the slit, as she laps up my pre-cum.

“Open wide, and when I tell you to hold still, do not fucking move.”

I slide my cock into her open mouth with a chuckle.

“You wanted to destroy me, little lamb, but the tables have turned. I can’t wait to break you, until there’s nothing left. Should you live through what I will do to you, you’ll be left a fucking shattered mess. It’s going to be beautiful, and completely deserved.”

Wrapping her hair around my fist, so I can control her, I watch my cock slide in and out of her mouth. This isn’t about feeling good, this is about wrecking her, but fuck, she does feel good. Better than I want her to.

“Spread your thighs.”

Again, she does as she’s told immediately, and fuck me, I enjoy it. Pulling my hips back, I push my cock back inside her mouth, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, as tears leak from her eyes, but doesn’t fight me.

“Suck harder.”

She tightens her lips around my cock, and sucks me hard. The suction is so strong it nearly causes pain, and I love it. I tighten my fist around her hair, and pull her off me.

“Don’t move.”

Her eyes are wide, as she continues to tremble for me. I like her like this, naked, afraid, and waiting for me to come. The greatest part of any sexual act is not the release, but the anticipation. For her, right now, the anticipation and fear are one.

I grip my cock in my hand, mere inches from her face, as I give myself quick strokes. Once she figures out my plan, her eyes widen in stunning horror.

“No,” she whispers, but I don’t slow down. With my free hand, I grab the back of her head, wind her hair tightly around my fist, and yank her head back.

She watches my cock slide in and out of my hand, and quickly closes her eyes, as I paint her face with my cum.

“Fuck,” I growl, as I look down at her beautiful defiled face.

Anastasia is a stunning woman on her own, but with my cum on her face, she looks even better. It’s on her cheekbone, all over her lips, and a small amount dribbles from her chin. I think I like her best like this. I know how angry she was, when she found my cum on her bed. I’m sure this is worse. I’m hoping it is.

“Stand up.”

I place my thumb and forefinger on her chin, and tilt her head back. Leaning down, I scoop up some of the cum with my tongue, before forcefully pushing it inside her mouth.

The raw need to mark her, in every fucking way, is overwhelming. Anastasia surprises me when she kisses me back. Her taste is sweet, with a slight bitterness from my tongue. She places her hands on my chest and digs her nails into my skin, when I pull her hair and tilt her head to the side, so I can change my angle. I shouldn’t want her at all, but I can’t stop myself from licking all over the inside of her mouth.

Pulling back, I take a moment to gaze at her, thoroughly enjoying my work.

“Kneel in front of the cross, and wait for your master to return. Do not wipe that off. If you do, well, you know what happens.”

Her glare is stunning, that halo in her eyes more prominent as her jaw clenches.

Oh, poor little lamb. Are you angry?

“Do you degrade all women, or just me?”

I chuckle darkly before responding. Degradation isn’t really a kink of mine, but I think it might be with her. That fire in her eyes, her tiny fists at her sides, and a clenched jaw. She may not want me to know, but I can see the beginning of the break. It’s only a tiny crack right now, but eventually it’ll be a complete fracture.

“Oh, poor little counselor. Let’s remember, you started this, not me. I guess you could say, you fucked around and found out. Trust me, you’re going to like your next task far less than taking my cock in your throat, which, if you were an honest woman, you’d admit you liked.”

Tilting her head to the side, she stares at me with a curious gaze, but she doesn’t ask. I wouldn’t have told her, and ruined the element of surprise, even if she had. This little game may end quickly, along with her life, when it’s time for her next job anyway. I’d bet everything I own that she will not complete it. She says she’ll do anything, but everyone has limits, and this is beyond hers.

“You may get dressed, but you will not clean your face. And I will come back to find you on your knees.”

“Yes, master,” she says with a bite, laced with sweet venom, and again, making my cock hard. I know she hates me, but shortly, my little lamb will experience self-hatred like she has never known. I can’t fucking wait.