Sell My Soul (Sixty Days 1)

Her pretty doe eyes stared up like I was lord of the underworld. Mine roved over her bare naked tits like she was a sacrificial victim all for me.

“Bedtime for dirty little girls soon enough,” I told her.

She flinched as I offered a hand, holding back a long second before she took it.

Her fingers were tiny but gripped hard. I lifted her with no effort, holding her steady until her shaky legs found purchase. She stood mute as I dipped down to pluck her torn knickers from the sand, saying not a word as I slipped them into my inside pocket.

“I would’ve done it,” she offered finally, her freshly folded arms doing little to cover her modesty. “I just needed more time.”

“And done plenty else besides. Instructions are instructions, sweetheart. You need to learn to do as you’re fucking told and nothing more, or face your punishment.”

“But I–” she began.

“But I… but I…” I smirked darkly. “Butts are for spanking, not for speaking.”

“I don’t understand. I was doing it. You said–”

“I said dicks in mouth. I said suck the cum out of college boy balls and present it for my viewing.”

Her hair was messier than the elfin halo I’d seen earlier. I smoothed some behind her ear and tugged at the lobe.

“Good girls listen well and do what they’re told. They follow instructions to the letter.” My eyes were fierce on hers. “I decide which dicks go in which hole, little girl. You’d better remember that.”

Her shift away from me was clearly instinctive, but it mattered little. My jaw gritted hard regardless.

“You didn’t make it clear,” she mumbled. “I was doing what I thought you wanted.”

And just like that I was done.

“You fucking liked it,” I said. “You were so ready for his cock in your snatch you’d have fucking begged for it.”

I was anything but gentle as I closed the gap between us and slipped my hand between her legs. Her thighs were cold as they clamped around my fingers.

And wet.

Her thighs were so fucking wet.

For them.

She was wet for those sad fucking losers, but not for much longer.

My voice was ice. “That hungry little cunt spreads for nothing but my word from here on in, do you understand me? I said butts are for spanking, but spanking will be the least of your concerns. I’ll tan your ass so hard you’ll fucking scream for mercy.”

I wasn’t fucking lying.

I’d seen plenty of her on display while offered up for dicks on the sand. Her flesh was firm. Ripe for my belt. Ripe for a whole world more besides.

We were stood under the definite glow of street lighting on a wide open beach, but I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t give a shit for anything but claiming that pussy as mine for sixty days of pure fucking sin.

Her eyes were wide. So fucking wide.

“Do you understand?” I demanded again. “I speak, you obey. You sign up for time with me and I’ll be a fucking god to you.”

“I understand,” she whispered finally. “I need this… the money… I promise I’ll do whatever you want…”

Her and her promises.

And oh what a promise it was.

Still, the girl had no real idea at all.

“I’ll hurt you,” I told her. “I’ll hurt you so fucking bad you’ll beg me to stop. So bad that you’ll change your mind and want out, but there is no out. Not for sixty days. Not until I say you’re done.”

“I’ll take it,” she insisted, and her eyes were right on mine. “I’ll take it, I swear. Whatever it takes.”

“Words are cheap.”

“I swear!”

Her desperation was palpable, but more than that, it was fucking beautiful.

I couldn’t resist. Didn’t even try.

“Spread that tight little cunt and prove it,” I said, and barely recognised my own voice.

It wasn’t what I’d planned. Not here and now.

My methods were always calm. Cold. Logical.

I didn’t plan to shunt her backward up the beach. I didn’t plan to slam her into the back wall so hard it took her breath away.

My face was in hers, eyes fixed tight, fingers squirming for greater purchase between her slippery thighs as she struggled.

“I said, spread that tight little cunt for me.”

“You’re gonna hurt me…” she whispered.

“Yes,” I said. “I am.”

My dick twitched as she spread her legs. She opened them wide, offering that bare little cunt like a crown jewel.

I wasn’t gentle. Not even close. Far more a monster than a messiah.

Three fingers slammed in deep and stretched her wide. She was tighter than I’d imagined, wetness doing nothing to ease her pained little grunts as I fucked her deep.

“Take it,” I barked as I positioned my pinkie alongside the other three.

“Oh, God,” she breathed.

“That’s my name, sweetheart,” I told her and shoved the fourth finger in all the way.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders before she buckled. She took the pounding with nothing but whimpers as I ploughed her to the knuckles.