Dark Wish

Not just the game … but also her dignity. Her pride. Her wrath. All of it lost to me with a single word.

And I can’t help but savor the taste of her fall.

I told her I was going to be here, waiting for her to take the plunge.

And now she finally begged.

I’m not going to let this moment go to waste.

I grab her body tight, pushing her closer to me as I relish this moment of pure sexual debauchery with my finger still inside her wet, aching pussy.

Since the day I met her, I’ve wanted nothing more than to claim what she had to offer. But it had to be her choice, her request, her wish that brought her to me. That made her succumb to me. Because now she’s in my hands, left at my mercy with no other options than to obey.

Obey and maybe she will finally find the truth behind her own demise.

In this world, there is no decision without consequence, and she must pay the price. She wants to be free of guilt, free of suffering? She must earn her way out.

And now that she’s finally ready to surrender …

I’m ready to take what belongs to me and fuck her into oblivion.

Amelia

Panting, I look up into his eyes, and it feels as though my soul is slowly returning to my body after being ripped out. “Fuck me then,” I growl, enraged at myself for giving in so easily … and for enjoying it too. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

He pulls his fingers out of me, and I try not to react even though I feel like I lost something I wished to keep. And he brings them to his nose and takes a whiff. The groan that follows awakens all my senses.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, and his tongue dips out to take a lick. “Delicious …”

Chris never said that. About food, yes. About me? He wouldn’t dare. But Eli says it as though I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, almost like a compliment. And it makes the goose bumps scatter on my skin.

Suddenly, he spins me around again to face the wall, and he pushes my dress up, throwing it over my back to expose my naked ass. He rips down his zipper, pulls out his cock, and grips my waist tight. Before I can say a word, he’s plunged inside deep.

With a gaping mouth, I yell, “Fuck!”

My breasts bump against the wall, nipples still sore from the clamps squeezing them together. It’s as though he can read my mind because one hand immediately moves to my tits and tugs at the chains once again, releasing delicious spasms of pain throughout my body.

He groans as he thrusts inside harder and harder, almost as if he wants to shove me straight into the wall and break it. “Say it then. Say the words, and I might give it to you.”

His cock feels so big inside me that it feels as though he’ll never fit, but he does. And the mere size of him has me delirious already.

“Please …” I whimper as he throws every inch of his weight into pounding me.

I’m not thinking straight. I can’t. Every one of his thrusts sends me to the next level.

“What am I?” he growls.

“You’re my punisher,” I say.

He smacks my ass so hard I squeal. Wrong answer.

“What am I?” he repeats, his voice more strained than before.

“You’re my owner,” I reply, hoping that’s what he wants to hear.

But he spanks me again, this time on the other cheek, and the sizzling pain makes his thrusts all the more pleasurable. It feels so damn wrong. I shouldn’t like it, and I hate that I do.

“What. Am. I?” he growls.

Another spanking, thrice on each cheek. My ass must be gleaming red by now. My skin burns with pain. Is this the punishment he meant? Or is there much, much more?

“I’m here to save you,” he says. “Now let me fuck the sin out of you.”

He grabs my hair, twisting it into a bun with his fist as he plows inside endlessly. The longer he goes on, the more I’m losing my grip on reality. All I can feel is his length buried inside me while my face is squished against the wall, my hungry pussy begging for more.

How could I have fallen so fast, so deeply?

How could I love this as much as I do?

Logic fails me as he wraps his arms around me, greedily grasping my breast with one hand while the other clutches my waist. He continues to pound me harder and harder until our breaths and sweat mingle, and the line between right and wrong is blurred. If this is punishment, then I don’t even know if I wanna be good anymore. It’s sinful and divine all at the same time, and my mind is spinning as he turns my head and smashes his lips on mine.