“Kneel,” I bark at her, but she shakes her head. With a roar, I pick her up and throw her on the bed. She shrieks as I launch myself at her.
Her dress is gone in seconds, the fabric ripping beneath my angry fingers. I strip her naked, leaving her in only white stockings with lace at the top. She’s fucking irresistible, and I’m a goddamn animal. There’s no way I can stop now. Not for her safe word, not for any-fucking-thing.
I nip at her skin. Soon enough, it turns into biting and sucking her while she screams for help.
“Poor little toy,” I mutter against her eagerly. “So eager to find someone to help you. But help isn’t coming, Rain. Liberato’s out, isn’t he? You told me so yourself...”
She sobs. The pleading for help stops and she just cries as I continue kissing, biting, and licking her body like a madman. I know what this is verging on. Despite the drugs, I know full well what I’m doing, what I’m putting her through. And there’s not a fucking reason in the world that could make me stop right now.
My obsession with Rain deepens as I pull back, watching her trembling under my gaze. I slap her, spanking her, and biting her skin in between. Already, red spots turn into purple bruises as I keep going, watching my artwork come to life. Tonight, I’m the painter and she’s my canvas. I’m going to paint her black and blue.
She doesn’t beg me to stop. Not even when I go far enough to make her cry in pain. My teeth nip at her nipples and pussy lips. Sometimes I bite down on her skin hard enough to draw just a drop of blood. I lick it from her skin. I’m fucking obsessed. She’s my new addiction. I’ll replace everything else with this one. It feels the best of them all.
“You want me to stop?” I taunt her as I keep going. “You want me to let you go?”
She doesn’t respond. Rain keeps her eyes tightly shut until I lose my patience, dragging her to her knees on the floor. She looks up at me as I shove my cock inside her mouth. When I pull out again, long ropes of saliva dribble down her exposed chest.
“Beg,” I hiss.
“Please,” she whispers brokenly.
I thrust again. In and out.
“Beg.”
“Please, I-”
One more.
“Beg.
“Please don’t stop, Heath. Fuck. Fuck. Just don’t stop, anything you do, swear you won’t stop, please, I-”
She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because I fill her throat again. Groaning, I throw my head back and enjoy the feeling of her vibrating muscles against my cock. I’m fucking dripping with precum, all of it running down the back of her throat. And I’m nowhere near done yet.
Tonight, she doesn’t suck me off. I throatfuck her until her eyes roll back into her head and her face gets as red and purple as all the marks I left on her skin. Every time I know I’m taking it too far, I lean down next to her.
“You asked me not to stop, remember?” I whisper in her ear as a sweet little reminder of her own needs. “Whatever happens, just don’t stop. That’s what you said. And I won’t, Rain. I fucking promise I won’t.”
Her whimpers never stop coming, not even when I bend her over the bed and switch from fucking her mouth to fucking her willing cunt. I’m eager to come, eager to show her she will never get the upper hand over me. I’m her Master, her owner, and someday soon, I’m going to be her husband. She’ll obey me, only me, until the last breath she takes.
At the thought, my cock hardens even more and I growl out my release as I pump a load of hot cum into her waiting snatch. She prays, making me laugh out loud as I spank her tight little ass.
“God won’t help you now, Rain,” I mutter. “And I’m not going to, either. I’ll only make it worse.”
I shake my head. The effects of the drug are wearing off now that I’ve emptied myself into my favorite toy. But there’s no regret about what I’ve done. There’s enough of that dope in my veins to make me think I did the right thing. I took what’s mine. I showed her whom she belongs to. And I’m fucking sure Rain won’t misstep with me again. If she does... she knows just how cruel I can be with my punishments.
I focus on her crying form on the bed again. I get under the duvet with her, wrapping her up in the blanket and pulling her against me. She cries for a long time, and when her sobs are finally letting up, the withdrawal hits me fucking hard.
It hasn’t even been half an hour, and I’m desperate for another shot already. Rain stiffens beside me as I shake myself. I’m fucking cold, then burning up the next second. Sweat slides down my back and pools beneath me on the bed. But Rain doesn’t pull away.