Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)

“Look at how these tits are begging to be hurt, to be used and abused like the rest of you, my filthy little toy.”

“No, stop it—ahhh!” I scream when he pinches one of my nipples through my bra and tugs on it.

Just when I’m focused on that, he yanks my top, ripping it down the middle and releases my breasts from the bra.

I gasp as he flattens his large palm against my aching nipples and rubs them together so roughly, I nearly come then and there. The friction is so damn tantalizing that it burns in my pussy. It’s like constantly being on the verge of twisted mayhem and sick pleasure.

“Hmm. Your huge tits are made for fucking. You’ll take my dick in there, won’t you?”

“No…”

He slaps my aching nipples and I squeal. “What did you just say, slut?”

“No!” I sob.

His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “And you think I care? The more you say no, the harder my dick gets to fuck the word out of you. The more you beg, no, please, the harder I’ll tear through that cunt until there’s nothing left.”

This is sick. This is so sick, but I do it.

I provoke him.

Rearing my head back, I butt him in the chin with a roar. At first, I mean it as a form of egging him on, but it gets too real too soon.

My adrenaline level hits the roof as I release myself from his hold and slap and claw at him. My screams and shrieks mount and echo in the air like a fucked-up dark symphony.

I’m not even sure where I’m smacking as I let my adrenaline-induced side take over.

But my blows are short-lived.

He grabs me forcefully by the arm and twists me around as he shoves me against the rock. Breath knocks out of my lungs as my face and chest land against the solid surface and then his hand wraps around my neck as he fumbles with my skirt.

I kick my legs in the air. “No, no, no…”

“It’s time you learn your fucking place.” His voice is hoarse and aroused as he jams two of his fingers against my lips from behind, forcing their way between my teeth. “Bite and I will fuck you raw in the ass. I bet it’s virgin, too, waiting for my thick cock to tear it.”

“No, please, stop it…don’t hurt me…don’t hurt me…”

“Shut the fuck up and take my dick like the slut you are.” And then he’s thrusting his cock inside my pussy and his fingers in my mouth at the same time.

I gasp, wailing a “please,” but it barely comes out as a mumble.

He spreads my legs as his cock forces its way inside me, tearing me with its entry until I’m sobbing and blubbering. I’m begging for his mercy, for him not to hurt me, but it’s only a mumble of sounds and sobs.

They’re as useless as the meaning behind them.

My pelvis hits the solid edge of the rock with each of his thrusts and I can feel the bruises forming. I attempt to squirm, but he pins me down by jamming his elbow on the small of my back.

My nipples feel as if they’re being cut by the rock’s harsh surface. I’m completely exposed to him as he rams into me with a roughness that leaves me breathless.

The safe word is on my tongue, waiting, biding its time for me to end this madness. It hurts like hell and the pain increases with each passing second.

My screams and shrieks seem to fall on deaf ears, or more accurately, the louder I scream and bawl, the rougher his pace gets. The more I wet his hand with my tears and drool, the faster he rams into my aching pussy.

I’m still sore from the first time, but now, he’s taking it up a notch, making pain the only companion I have in the darkness.

In my attempts to speak, to beg for him to not hurt me, I bite his fingers.

I freeze.