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“Oh H. Yesss.” She hisses, her back arched, her tits in my visor covered face as I lean her backwards over the vanity in the master ensuite bath. “Your hands, use those hands.”

“Let me take off the helmet baby.”

“No, leave it on. It’s hot.” She croons, her hands dragging down my bare chest, leaving little red streaks from her nails.

“Anything you wish.” I snicker inside my helmet, looking down at her and the way her lower lip trembles in excitement. “You have a masked man fetish don’t you? I saw the books on your shelf.”

“When you were stalking me?”

“When I was watching you, to keep you safe.”

“Sure.” She says, dragging out the one word on a seductive purr. “We pretending that you didn’t sneak around like a creep in my apartment?”

“Nope. I pretend nothing.”

“So fucking filthy.” She says, her hand reaching around the back of my neck, squeezing it as she grinds her wet cunt on the front of me, brushing against my cock that aches to be inside her.

“If this is what a ride on my bike does to you, I’m taking you out every day.”

“The power, the freedom, the wind…it’s amazing.”

“It is princess. But you know what would be more amazing? Your mouth or your pussy wrapped around my cock. Your choice.”

She pauses, and tilts her head in thought, then her eyes grow wide when I shoot my hand out, wrapping it around her throat possessively. Its not fear though in them, it’s lust, pure unadulterated lust as I squeeze just hard enough to let her know I have the power here.

“Mmmm.”

“Kinky bitch.” I growl deeply, feeling it vibrate my helmet.

A mischievous twinkle brightens those stormy eyes as her knees bend and she looks down at my dick, licking her lips.

“I can’t kneel to suck your cock if you have ahold of my neck. So the way I see it, is it’s your choice.” She purrs, her nails dragging down my washboard abs again, scratching my skin, adding more red marks.

“I can still choke the fuck out of you though.” I laugh, reaching behind her and ripping the hand towel off the little ring on the wall.

The grin she gives me when I wrap the soft towel around her neck and push her to her knees tells me that no matter how much I think I’m in charge, I’m really not. My little princess likes it rough, so that’s what she’s going to get.

“I’ll show you who’s in charge here.” I growl, tightening the towel, wrapping the ends of it around my hand, covering the demon tattoo across the back of it.

It’s sad he can’t watch as I strangle the breath from her as she lowers her mouth down over my cock, taking it to the back of her throat.

“Oh fuck, princess.” I moan, feeling her tongue pressed up against me as she tries to suck my non-existent soul from the head of my dick.

Her mouth is so hot and wet, searing me with its heat, and my eyes roll back in my head as I close them.

Don’t do anything bad baby. Please not this time.

The world disappears except for the feeling of her lips on my skin, her tongue licking me, and the sloppy noises she make. It’s perfect, the way she slides up and down, letting me bury myself in her throat, then pulling me out and kissing the tip gently, before gobbling me up again.

“Jesus Christ.”

Her hands grab my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh, piercing me in panic as I tighten the towel more, her breath stopping completely.

“Keep going.” I command, using the fabric lasso to direct her back and forth, her body going rigid, her fingers clawing at me. “You can do it.”

“Mmmpphfffhh.” Is all she can manage as I pull tighter and shove myself so deep in her throat I can feel the constriction in it from my stranglehold.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I coo to her, petting her hair, then grabbing it hard and yanking her head back, dropping the towel on the floor at my feet.

She takes a huge, ragged breath, gasping and sputtering, but it’s only one before I shove her head back down and her mouth closes on me again.

“H.” She mumbles around my length, but I ignore it.

I know she can handle it, and I know she craves it. She takes me like such a pro, her hands holding onto my legs, her head bobbing up and down, her throat fucking my cock so deliciously. When she finds her rhythm, moving and breathing between thrusts of me into her, it’s fucking heaven.

My balls want to release everything in them, right down her throat, to coat her esophagus and her belly with my seed, but the aching in my dick, and the fluttering in my chest overrides that wanting. I need to be inside of her, to have my cock buried in that tight, magical cunt.

“Enough.’ I bark out, yanking her mouth off of me with a pull of her hair that’s so hard a few strands rip from her scalp.

She comes up for air, her lips stretched and wrinkly, her chin covered in drool and precum. Her face is wrecked, with the evidence of my intrusions to her mouth, and the tears that flow down her pretty cheeks. She’s fucking stunning as I lift her back up, and lick her face, tasting the saltiness of her little rivulets before I spin her around and flatten her front to the mirror above the vanity.

“Oh God!” She cries out as my hand connects with her ass cheek, slapping her with a loud crack.

“That’s it you dirty whore, take it like I know you want it.” I grunt, slamming her cheek to the glass.

The mirror bends and flexes under the force and her hands grab the edge of the sink, steadying herself when I kick her feet apart and pound up inside of her from behind. The force breaks the glass, making a small spiderweb of a fracture under her face.

“H!” She hollers, her body stiffening, her hands flexing so hard her knuckles turn white.

I can’t stop, I need this, to be so deep inside her that I could fuck her heart, just like how she’s metaphorically fucking mine. The cracks in the glass open more, becoming a larger, gaping hole that scratches her porcelain cheek, making her bleed all over it. It’s transfixing, watching the bright red fluid smear across the shattered reflection of me slamming into her, her face twisted up in fear of the cuts, and me smiling sadistically at her through my raised visor.

I know it has to hurt her, but she still pushes back against me, begging me with her body to keep going. My princess really is as fucked up as I am, and it makes me drill her harder, grunting and panting as I dig through her body with my cock.

“Lily.”

My hands roam up and down her back, settling on her hips, helping her move with me, stroking me inside of her wet cunt just how I need. It’s perfect, the image of her as I watch, her blood coating the mirror, her face twisted up in pleasure and pain, her hands leaving the sink edge to slap up against the glass, trying to push herself away from the sharp edges.

“Oh, no you don’t baby.” I say grabbing her hands and pulling them behind her back, holding her wrists together in one of my hands, pulling her hair with the other. “I’ll keep you off it, you just take me with all you have.”

The growls coming from her as she tightens around my dick work through me like a broken melody with a rhythm that I match with each thrust of my hips, driving us both closer to the edge. It’s a symphony, her cries of passion and my panting breath, echoing around us in the large bathroom.

“I can’t H. I can’t…” She squeals out, her legs shaking, her ass jiggling with each slap of my hips into her.

Her hands flex into fists and open again, moving her wrists in my grasp, and the sensation of her trying to break free, to control her climax throws me over the edge. My cock twitches in her channel, preparing for what’s to come.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I praise her, using the words that I know will force her orgasm out of her. “Cum with me princess. Do it now.”

The scream that erupts from her mouth can only be rivaled by the jerking of my dick as we cum together. She bucks and flails as much as she can, and I tighten my hold on her hair, keeping her already bloodied cheek from the glass that wants to shred her.

I dump wave after wave of the tsunami of my orgasm into her, filling her to capacity, until globs of the creamy white cum drip out of her onto my bare feet.

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“This is so beautiful.” Lily whispers as she walks through my library, her fingertips gently tracing along the spines of the books on the mahogany shelves.

“Besides the kitchen, it’s my favorite room of the house. I thought you would like it too.”

“I love it.” She sighs, pulling out an original copy of one of Faulkner’s first works, looking at the cover with awe.

I watch her from across the room, giving her the space she needs to feel comfortable in her surroundings. If I’m going to try and allow her to have free roam of the house, I need her to actually like it here, so that the idea of her trying to escape and getting eaten by the dogs is less of a concern.

“Who’s your favorite author?”

“I don’t think I have one, but I’m sure I can find something here, I mean you have thousands of books.” She answers, walking around the room eyeing up not only the books, but the fireplace that crackles with the burning logs in it, and the soft, overstuffed reading chairs that flank it.

“I don’t have many of those smut books you like. I can get some for you though if you want.”

“I don’t think I need them right now.” She chuckles, sitting down on one of the chairs, relaxing into it with a breathy sigh that moves her chest so beautifully.

“No?”

“No. I mean I’m living in one right now. Kidnapped by a sexy stranger, held captive in his lush house, being fed amazing food, and fucked like I have only ever dreamed about.”

“That’s a good way to look at this. I’m proud of you princess.”

The monster in me wants to go to her, pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my bedroom to fuck her again. Something inside me stops me. She looks tired, her grey eyes hooded with exhaustion over the bandage on her cheek. I find myself wanting instead to gently lift her and take her to my room, but not for that. Can I sleep next to a woman? Can I trust her? Would she trust me?

Only one way to find out.