Pet: A Dark Menage Romance
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“Shut the fuck up, Pet,” he said and I breathed his warm breath.
I moaned into his mouth, so low and sensual.
He shook his head like he was trying to tell us both to stop.
But I kept going.
Moaning.
Whispering.
Soft little pleas for him to fuck me.
He was shaking now. His grip was intense and his touch was electric. I couldn’t think about anything else other than having him inside me. Right then and there.
“Don’t do it,” I said, and my legs parted for him.
He looked confused for a second, but I went on.
“Promise you won’t fuck me,” I said, my voice shaky. “Promise you won’t do it.”
“Why, Pet?” His voice was gentle. “Why did you change your mind?”
“You’re going to hurt me,” I realized out loud. “This is going to end badly for me.”
My legs trembled. I was sure he could feel my heart pounding. He didn’t say a thing. He just stared at me, his grip on my waist so hard I knew I’d have bruises in a few hours.
“Ask again,” he grunted.
“Don’t fuck me, Master,” I whispered. “Please, fucking please, don’t ever fuck me.”
My legs wrapped around his waist, my naked pussy pressing against his boxers. I could feel the tip of his cock through the fabric, pressing against my hotness.
“Keep asking,” he said. “Keep fucking asking and I’ll punish you for every time you beg me not to do it.”
“Promise you won’t.”
He pinned my hands above my head and my chest heaved under his watchful eyes.
“I don’t want you touching me.”
He licked me from my bellybutton to my collarbone and I cried out.
“I’ll do anything if you just let me go right now.”
He bit my neck, hard and I cried out again.
“Don’t… don’t do this to me.”
His teeth dug into my skin. His nails dragged painful lines along my stomach.
“Please don’t. Please promise you won’t.”
He exhaled against my mouth and took it for himself, tasting me, claiming every inch of it with his tongue. One hand left my waist and went to his boxers. He pulled his cock out. I started to cry.
“Don’t,” I begged.
“I won’t,” he said and pushed his cock between my pussy lips.
I whimpered. A tear ran down my cheek. I hated him so much.
“No?” he asked me, and I shook my head.
“No, don’t, please.”
Words. Just fucking words. Words that didn’t mean a thing when my pussy was dripping all over him, when my body was begging for him to use it. He could feel it. The trembling, the shivers, the sparks. It was all there in my mess of a body.
His hands held mine above my head. I fought against him, desperate to touch him, desperate to wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to touch every inch of his skin. But he wouldn’t let me.
“Please,” I yelped in frustration. “Please, let go!”
He pushed his cock in a little way. So tight. The pain. I could feel it ripping.
“No?” he asked again.
I looked into his eyes, and my heart broke for the first time.
“No,” I begged, and he pushed inside me, slowly, firmly, breaking me all the way in. It felt so fucking good, and it hurt even better.
I cried out pathetically, and it made him groan so loud. His lips met my ear and he exhaled against it, his cock buried hard and deep. I could feel him holding back. I could also feel how close he was to letting go.
“I’m so sorry, Pet,” he said gently.
“It’s okay,” I promised, and then I couldn’t stop repeating it as he started to fuck me.
“It’s okay.”
His apologies, soft murmurs in my ear as he broke down every bit of me.
“It’s okay.”
The warm trickle of blood down my thigh as he really started fucking me.
“It’s okay.”
His painful exhale as he pounded inside me without mercy, ignoring my sobbing.
“It’s okay.”
The pain. The fucking blinding, white-hot pain that built and built and built and then exploded until I saw black.
“Please,” I cried out. “Please, oh my God, please!”
“Come for me,” he ordered, and I did, and it hurt better than anything he’d ever done to me. “Fuck, good girl…”
I could only whimper. I felt him getting bigger, so big it felt like he was ripping me apart.
“Pull out,” I begged him. “Pull out, don’t come.”
“No,” he growled, his voice so angry it scared me.
“I’m not protected,” I said, whimpering again.
He fucked me harder, punctuating every thrust with a word.
“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. Pet!”
He broke me with a searing kiss, and I screamed my release into his mouth. He was fucking insane. And maybe so was I.
He hitched my hips, pushed a pillow under my ass and it made him go in deeper. It was strangely cathartic.
No more words, no more thoughts, no more feelings.
No way to express what he was doing to me.
No chance for me to go back from this.