"Liar!" she hisses, grabbing my neck and digging her talons into my skin. "Don't lie to me, Sir... I'm the only one you can be honest with."
It hurts because she's right.
It hurts more because I'll never let myself do it.
But the desire to burst inside he
r is there, reminding me just how much I need to fill her.
"I'm not letting you have it."
"Dex, don't punish me," she begs pathetically. "Don't punish me anymore... It's enough, please, I want it to be enough. Let me come with you."
"No. Fucking. Way."
"Then fucking give me your orgasm." The girl is relentless. I kind of like her dedication. It makes me harder than any other girl has before her. She's begging like a pro already. "Let me have it, Dex..."
"I'm not wearing a condom," I mutter.
"I don't care."
"You didn't care with them, either?" I hiss, punishing her with my cock. "It didn't matter then, did it, Pandora? You'd do anything to hurt me. Anything to get revenge. You're forgetting I'm the one who's got your back, though. You're taking this shit out on the wrong fucking person, toy."
"I'll stop," she whispers sheepishly, the words dripping with need. "I'll stop, Dex, I swear... Just let me have it..."
It's getting harder and harder to keep myself from coming, and it's as if Pandora knows. She's using it to her advantage, too, pushing me more and more until I'm so desperate for that release I don't give a shit about anything else.
"Come," she pleads with me. "Come in me... Come in my pussy, Sir... I only want you, please."
"Swear you won't fuck anyone else," I grunt.
"W-What?"
"Nobody else!" I slam a fist down next to her head. "No one. Ever again. Just me."
"I... I..."
"Swear it, or I stop right now."
She bites her lower lips, eyes meeting mine. "I swear, Dexter..."
I allow myself to have it then, the release I've been craving for so long. I paint her pussy with rope after rope of cum, holding her down and ignoring her moans and pleas to let her come again. She's gotten more than she deserved. But even though she may think she's got me wrapped around her little finger now, we both know who really holds the strings.
I finish inside her, then pull my cock out and allow it to drop all over my toy's filled up pussy.
"You were a good girl today," I mutter. "But that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."
I get up from the floor and pull my sweatpants back on. My dick is still semi-hard, but I need to stop letting Pandora dictate what's happening between us. She's had her way, now it's time for her to leave.
"Do you want me to leave?" She looks hurt as she puts her dress on, standing before me with her back to me as she motions for me to do her zipper. I pull the zip up, not allowing myself to touch her skin, and she faces me again, her face falling when I won't meet her eyes. "Dex, why won't you look at me?"
"You got what you wanted, didn't you?" My voice is cold and unforgiving. Whatever sweetness we just shared is gone, replaced by her betrayal which I still haven't forgotten. "Don't pretend like you came here for anything other than to get fucked."
"But Dex, I-"
"I don't care." I shut her up with my finger pressed against her lips. "And it doesn't matter. It's time for you to go now, Pandora. I have shit to take care of."
Her stormy eyes betray her, letting me know just how badly she wants to stay. But I pay it no mind, ignoring her as I stride toward the front door. My toy follows sheepishly in my footsteps, and pauses on the doorstep.