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Olivia

Bad Guy by Falling in Reverse

T he girl beneath me is visibly shaking. I hate it when they shake. Piercings are supposed to be fun and freeing. I don’t want to feel like an asshole when I stick the needle in them; however, after how stressed I’ve been lately, stabbing holes into people is a bit of a relief.

“Take a big breath in for me,” I coax her in the most soothing way I can. The sweet little nineteen year old on my table is clearly a good girl and follows my instructions without question. “Now breathe out.” The air leaves her soft pouty pink lips and I feel a tingle between my thighs.

I checked, this sweet little thing is absolutely legal. Young—yes, but also totally legal. She’s laid out on my table in just her low rise jeans and bra, exposing her soft, supple skin, and firm body to me. I’d have to be blind to not see how fucking hot she is. With her blonde waves, pale skin, and sweet little face, she’s absolutely delectable. I bet she’d scream so pretty for me while I fucked her tight cunt with my tongue. She’d be such a responsive little thing too, I can tell. I need to focus though. First the piercing, then I can try to get this hot little piece of ass to ditch the loser waiting outside for her and come home with me.

“Okay, on the count of three, alright?” I ask as I pull the skin of her navel taught and line the thick needle up right through the top of her belly button. “Keep breathing for me beautiful, alright?”

Her cheeks slightly flush when I compliment her. Apparently this sweet little snack likes to be praised. Good to know.

“Alright,” her sweet whisper tickles my ear as I lean in closely, trying to block her view of the needle. I don’t need this girl passing out on me and she seems like the type who’d do just that.

I look up to make sure she’s fine and flash her a seductive smile. But when I look up it’s not her pretty face that grabs my attention. The dark black holes of his mask are staring straight at me. The grotesque golden tongue of his mask reflects the bright lights from the ceiling. I’m frozen under his heated gaze. There’s something about this monster that sets every piece of me on fire.

I pull my eyes from his and I scan the store. Everyone is going about their business as normal. Chris and Paul are shamelessly flirting up front, Casey is deep in the zone giving a tattoo, and countless customers are engrossed in their phones throughout the shop. How is no one disturbed by the very tall masked man looming in the middle of the shop, staring at me like I’m his next meal? Maybe he really is a demon sent here from the dark pits of Hell to haunt me for the sins of my past.

“Everything okay?” the client poised beneath me asks.

My demon slowly shakes his head no. He doesn’t need to tell me what he means. I know what he’s here for. The needle drops from my hand and hits the floor with an audible ping, but even that can’t pull my focus from the apparition of sin and secrets that has appeared before me.

“Hey, are you okay?” the girl whines as I stand to my full height, my eyes never leaving his.

“I’ll be right back,” I mumble and begin to walk past my table and out of my booth, as if in a trance.

The demon spins on his heel, not even bothering to look if I’m following him as he slithers from the store. My feet move on their own accord, carrying me through the shop and past the various customers who seem completely oblivious to the chaos currently causing my life to crumble.

“Pink, you good?” Paul hollers as I walk past him toward the door.

“I’ll be right back,” I call back to him as I leave the shop and step outside.

The cold rain hits my heated skin, sending soothing rivulets skimming down my face and arms. It’s freezing and the rain is coming down harder now. My breaths leave my mouth in puffs of white and goosebumps pebble across the surface of my skin. I take a minute to let the fresh air and cold rain soothe my seething soul before I wing my head around and look for my demon. He’s nowhere to be seen. Stepping further out into the street, I scan the empty sidewalks. Everyone must have run inside one of the shops to get out of the cold, wet weather. I walk to the very edge of the shop and chance a glance down the alley that runs between our building and the next where we keep our trash cans.

Standing in the pouring rain, cloaked in shadows, is my demon. Like some type of dark devil his mere presence seems to suck all the light from the space and steal all the breath from my lungs. He’s dangerous and approaching him would be a mistake, and yet I’m inexplicably drawn to him, as if fate demands I sacrifice myself before this monster and lay myself bare for him to take.

“Why are you doing this?” I shout as anger forces my feet to move closer to the danger that lurks ahead. “What do you want with me? We weren’t supposed to meet until tomorrow and then you just show up at my work? What the fuck?”

Each step closer to him is one step closer to possible destruction, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m sick of his games. I’m sick of the questions and the pain. I just want this all to end and for things to go back to how they were before.

When I get close enough to see his heaving chest, my anger-driven confidence begins to crumble and my steps falter. “Please, why are you doing this to me?”

He moves before I even have time to react. One moment we’re standing facing one another, and the next he has me pinned to a wall with his hand around my throat. His fingers dig into the tender flesh of my neck in a bruising grip as he holds me tightly against the cold brick wall. I can’t speak, I can barely breath, but I can feel each erratic beat of my thundering pulse pumping against his fingers.

Apparently I never learn when it comes to him .

“You were thinking about touching that girl in there, weren’t you?” he asks with anger eating up each word.

His fingers are so tightly wrapped around my windpipe, but I manage to breathe out a slight, “Yes.”

“You are mine, my sweet siren. Body and soul—you belong to me. And I don’t like others touching what is mine without my permission.” The voice distorter covers some of the emotion but his tone still drips with anger as he speaks. “So tell me, my love, what do naughty girls get?”

Tears fall freely from the corners of my eyes, leaving warm paths down my cheeks as I gasp for air. I can’t answer him; I’m only able to shake my head slightly as he holds me captive. My nails scratch at the fabric of his arm, trying desperately to get some relief, but it’s no use—he has me in his clutches.

“Bad girls get punished, sweetheart.” He leans into me as he speaks, trailing the cold plastic of the mask along my flesh.

He lightens his grip just enough to let me breathe. His free hand trails along the flesh of my exposed thighs, sending tingles across my skin. I want to hate his touch but as his thick fingers skim higher and higher, I can’t help the need building in my core. I feel my pussy dampen as he teasingly strokes along the seam of my underwear. I should flinch from his touch, fight him off, and yet I can’t help the desperate urge to lean into him. No matter how much I hate him, I can’t deny how badly I want him.

“So needy for my touch, aren’t you lovely?” he croons as my hips move to seek out more of his touch. His fingers skim along the lips of my cunt, teasingly stroking me through my thong.

“Whose pussy is this?” His fingers dance so lightly across my sensitive center. I need more.

“Please,” I whine as my hips thrust up desperate for friction.

“You want me to touch you, my sweet siren?”

I nod my head yes as fresh tears spill down my face.

“Then…” his fingers move to grab the fabric of my thong. With a firm tug, he pulls at the flimsy fabric. I feel the lace give as it snaps and my thong rips clean on my body. The hot pink fabric falls to the damp ground. Cool air immediately hits my soaked center and the sensation sends me spiraling closer towards complete desperation. “Say…” he moves one thick finger to my clit, resting it right where I need it but not moving it at all. “You are mine.” His final words end with a feral growl that sends needy shivers shooting down my spine.

He holds me completely at his mercy with a possessive grip on my throat and a single digit lightly pressed against my throbbing clit. The cold rain is soaking through my clothes which is the only thing keeping me from combusting into an inferno of desperation. I blink to keep the rain out of my eyes and stare into the soulless depths of the masked man holding me captive. Do I sell my soul for this insanity? Do I give into my masked monster?

His grip loosens just enough to give me room to answer him. I suck in a deep breath before selling my soul to my devil. “Please. I’m yours. Only yours.”

The growl that emanates from his chest is wild and uninhibited. His finger begins to move, rubbing my needy nub with such skill that I can’t stop the moan slipping from my lips.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, lovely?” he moans as he adds a second finger to rub furious circles on my clit. “Such a good little slut for me.”

His fingers feel so good. Pleasure begins to build in my core almost immediately. He’s right—I’m absolutely desperate for him.

“Does my good girl need more?” His fingers leave my clit as he speaks, but before I can even miss the loss of them, they’re inside me, pumping in and out at a vigorous pace. I cry out in agonized pleasure but no sound makes it past where his hand is wrapped around my throat.

“Who does this pussy belong to, siren?” he asks me as he continues to pound into me with his digits, the cold rain mixing with my heated wetness to create the most deliciously intense sensations. I groan as he curls his fingers and hits just the right spot inside me that has the entire world spinning.

His fingers suddenly rip from inside me. A sharp slap lands on my sensitive and heated flesh. I shriek at the stinging pain until his fingers move back inside me and the pain turns to pleasure.

“I asked you, who does this pussy belong to?” he demands as he leans his head against mine; the plastic of his mask feels so cool against my heated skin.

“You,” I croak out as I ride his fingers. I’m so close to falling over the edge. I feel the waves of pleasure building up, ready to crash into bliss.

“That’s right, love. This pussy is mine.”

“More,” I groan as I throw my head back, letting the cold rain run down my heated cheeks.

“My little slut needs to be filled all the way?” he questions as he roughly shoves two more fingers inside me, pumping all four digits in and out of my dripping wet cunt mercilessly.

I cry out at the fullness but my screams turn to moans of wild pleasure as my body adjusts to being stuffed full of his thick digits.

Sliding his fifth and final digit inside me, he growls, “You’re gonna take my entire fucking fist like a good girl.”

Fuck . His tone is almost animalistic, as if he’s barely able to contain the pleasurable fury he’s ready to give me.

“Wait,” I beg as he shoves his five fingers inside me deeply, pushing slowly until all of his digits are knuckle deep. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him. I’ve done a lot of things but this would be new and I’m not sure I can take it. “Won’t it hurt—”

“No more waiting, Liv,” he declares before curling his fingers into a tight fist inside of me. The pain is immediate as I’m stretched past what my pussy can take. “You’re mine.”

He begins pumping his fist inside of me, slow and careful at first, letting me adjust. As he slowly stretches me, my pussy begins to weep for him, and the pain and pleasure mix into the most potent form of ecstasy. It’s like my entire being is on fire, completely consumed with the burn that my monster is pulling from me. I’ll gladly burn in Hell with my demon if it feels this good.

“You need the pain don’t you?” he growls in my ear as he continues to punish my pussy. “I’ve seen your soul, my sweet siren. Your scars that you try to hide have called me to you, begging me to set you free.” His words crack the final piece of my resistance and I feel myself slip. I know it’s reckless to give into the chaotic frenzy he demands of me, but I can’t seem to deny him.

He tilts his head and watches intently as he fucks me at a punishing pace. “I wish you could see how pretty this pussy looks stretched around my entire fucking fist.” His words are filthy and degrading, but I can’t help how greedily my body responds to him. I feel my core tighten as my pleasure builds. “Be my good girl. Let go for me.”

“Yes!” I cry out as the wave of release builds to an unrestrained high. I want to let him drag me over the edge. “I’m yours,” I cry out into the rain as I let my masked stalker fist me in an alley behind my work. This is madness and yet I can’t deny how fucking free I feel.

And then it all stops. He extends his fingers and slowly pulls them from inside me. My pussy clenches between my drenched thighs, searching for his touch. I slump down against the wall as he completely releases me. My mouth falls open as I stand up and glare at the face of a monster. I gape at him, confused and frustrated as my impending orgasm slowly recedes.

“Next time you even think about looking at someone else, remember that you’re mine. And if you want to come, you’ll come to me.”

Horrors distorts my face into pure fury as realization hits me. He fucking tricked me. I played right into his fucking game … again . Before I can even react, he lifts the mask ever so slightly and exposes his chiseled jaw covered in dark stubble. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he sucks my arousal from his fingers.

“You taste fucking delicious.” He reaches out and pulls me tightly against his body. Before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine. His mouth moves against my own in a possessive kiss that has me groaning into his mouth. He takes the opportunity to plunder my opened mouth with his tongue, claiming me with such desperate desire that I can do nothing but hold on and enjoy everything he’s willing to give me.

Pulling back from our kiss, he smirks before putting his mask back down and replacing his hellish facade. He steps back from me, his eyes roaming over my soaked and shaking form. “Remember, my sweet siren. You belong to me.”

And then he’s gone, leaving me alone once again. I’m confused and unsatisfied, standing alone in the rain with no fucking clue what to do next.