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Felix

I hate her. Why is she doing this to me? All I want is for her to give in. It’s not even about the fucking anymore – I just need her to give up, to break, to do as I say when I say it.

I lift the whip back up and slam it back onto her beautiful round ass. The skin bounces from the impact and all I want to do now is shove my cock in it so hard she won't sit for days.

I know she’s not a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her blood on my cock while I fuck her. Anger flares up again at the thought of her bleeding over someone else's cock, so I slam the whip again and again until small welts of blood start to come up.

She’s shaking and crying, and I need more. Why won’t she give in to me? I put the whip away. I won’t damage her too much and her crying is also giving me this odd feeling. I don’t like it.

She mumbles something and I move closer to her.

“What's that, princess?”

“I–I’m begging you, please make me come. I can’t take it anymore!”

A loud laugh leaves me. She’s as fucked up as I am!

I walk to the area where she can’t see me, then towards her feet to release her ankles from their bindings. I grab her hips, digging my nails in. Hopefully, once I’m finished, it’ll leave marks on her skin. I move her ass up and push my cock into her in one hard movement, stretching her tight pussy. She moans loudly and starts to scream my name as I pound into her as hard as I can.

“You.” Thrust . “Are.” Thrust . “My.” Thrust . “Fucking.” Thrust . “Slut!” I grunt while fucking her like a wild animal. I hate the thought of this demon eating her out, of someone else entering what’s mine.

She keeps yelling ‘yes’ and I don’t know if it's an answer to my admission or if it's because I’m giving her what she wants. For her sake, I hope it’s both.

She tightens around me, squeezing my cock, her legs shaking as she finds her release. I pound roughly into her once or twice more until my release comes too. I pull out my cock. It’s glistering with her release and I’ve never felt more content than I do now. I wonder how it’ll feel once her blood will also be over it.

Her body slumps lazily on the bed and I walk towards the ensuite to gather some antiseptics and a wet towel, then back to where she's lying and start to clean up the blood from her skin.

I then release her wrists from their bonds, pull her against my chest, and rub her now red wrists. She sighs in contentment and doesn’t fight me as I keep massaging them.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she already fell into the web I wove for her.