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PSYCHO

I pull my hips back and push inside her slowly, so she can feel every groove. Every time I move inside her, her pussy squeezes my cock, even though I’m supposed to believe she doesn’t want this. Reaching up, I untie her legs, and she puts them on either side of me with a whimper. I push her legs back, and reach up to remove the restraints on her wrists.

“Trust me when I say you want to behave yourself. I’m going to bring you upstairs shortly. If you can’t obey me, you’ll be left down here, tied to the cross.”

Anastasia rotates her wrists. I’m sure she wasn’t in pain, but it likely wasn’t comfortable either.

“Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she says with a bite, causing me to pinch her nipple.

“Maybe we should pierce these too.”

“No. Please. I’m sorry. I understand, and I will behave.”

She doesn’t know it, but her nipples will be pierced, just not tonight. I only had one piece of jewelry custom made. I’ll need to call my guy, and have him make two more.

I place my hand around her throat and squeeze lightly.

“Are you ready to see Jesus, little lamb?”

The panic in her gaze somehow makes her tight pussy feel even better.

“When I kill you, it won’t be by choking the life out of you, counselor. There will be blood. So much fucking blood. It’ll be beautiful. That will be the last time I taste you, because I won’t be able to help myself. A man like me can’t refuse the taste of heaven. When I die, I’ll never get near the pearly gates. I know I’m evil, little lamb. A man with no redeeming qualities. There’s no good in me. While you’re alive, I suggest you take the pleasure I offer you, because it’s the only thing I will give you.”

She trails her fingers up my arms to my shoulders, and I actually hate her more than I ever have, because her touching my skin feels better than it should. Her touch should not feel like this. I snap my hips back, and begin fucking her with punishing thrusts. I push inside her and intentionally hit her clit with my pelvis, to cause her pain from her new piercing. I want to hurt her. I want to make her scream. Yet it has the opposite effect, and she fucking moans with pleasure.

“Massimo,” she gasps breathlessly. I need to nip that shit in the bud immediately. My given name falling from her lips is wrong. It sounds fucking intimate, as if we mean something to each other and we don’t.

Pinching her nipple, I growl, “It’s Psycho.”

She laughs, but there’s no humor behind it.

“Do your worst, Massimo. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. The most devastating thing has already been done to me. It doesn’t matter what you do, you’ll never top the last man. I am unbreakable. You cannot ruin what has already been destroyed.”

Am I curious what the fuck some man did, that’s worse than what I’m capable of? Obviously I am, but it can wait.

Pulling out of her, I flip her over and smack her ass.

“On your knees.”

She whimpers as I push her head down, and hold onto the back of her neck, while I fuck her like I want to. Like she’s the bitch that wants to lock me up. Anastasia can cry all she wants, because she deserves every single punishment. When I end her life, she’ll deserve that too. I pull my hips back, and slam into her over and over again.

In. Out. In. Out.

Her helpless cries sound out when I slam into her pussy violently. If I weren’t holding her down, her head would likely hit the wall behind the chair.

My punishment fails. Her pussy clenches my cock like it never wants to let me go, and she cries out my name again.

“Yes, Massimo. Oh my God.”

Anastasia should be punished for disobeying my order. I clearly told her to call me Psycho, and yet hearing her breathy words, as she comes all over my cock, just makes me want to make her do it all over again.

Leaning over her, I growl into her ear.

“You’re going to do that again, and then you’ll clean up the mess you’ve made of my cock. Understood?”

I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her up, so she’s riding me with her back to me, and with my free hand, I pinch her nipple. The sound that comes from her, combined with the way she’s once again clenching my cock, pulls my climax from me. I groan out my release, while I sink my teeth into her neck, tasting her delicious flesh until I draw blood. Darting my tongue over her skin, I lap up the coppery sweetness, as she whimpers, before it turns to a moan, and makes my cock hard inside her all over again. As good as her pussy feels, that’s not what the next thirty days is about. It’s punishment. And exactly what she deserves.

“Get on the floor and kneel.”

Reluctantly, I pull out of her, and she climbs off the chair to stand, staring at me with an arched brow.

“Counselor, don’t make me tell you twice.”

I follow her as she gets up and walks a few feet over, and turns to me with a glare.

“I can’t figure out how the man that made me feel so good, can also make me feel so bad about myself.”

She kneels on the floor and lowers her gaze, as if she can’t look at me. Good. Women tend to confuse sex with romantic shit. This is not a romance, and she should be clear that this is about hurting her. Maybe I’ll make her come in the process, but it changes nothing. She’s mine to use, and dispose of, when I see fit.

Leaning down, I grab her chin and lift her head, forcing her gaze to mine.

“I own you, little lamb. You will obey every single order. I don’t give a shit if it makes you feel bad about yourself. In fact, it’s the goal. If you miraculously survive thirty days, you’ll never be the same. If I don’t kill you, you’ll kill yourself.”

She blinks back tears as she sighs sadly.

“Clean up your mess.”

“Fuck,” I groan, as she slides her tongue up the underside of my cock. Knowing she’s tasting not only me, but her pussy, makes me want to fuck her again. She swirls her tongue around the tip and I grab her hair, and slam into her mouth. Anastasia gags slightly, when I push aggressively to the back of her throat. She looks stunning like this. On her knees, taking the cock of the man she hates, her eyes watering, as she does the only thing she can. She takes me, like she will take everything I have to give her. I guess we’re about to find out if that’s true.

“When I come, you’ll take every fucking drop.”

She moans around my length, so I reach down and plug her nose, and she panics. Unable to breathe, she pulls off of me as I release, coming once again on her face, a little on her hand, and some on the floor.

“Oh, little lamb, you should not have done that. I said, every drop. Now, lick it up.”