Chapter 4

4

I was mortified as I sat on my knees and stared at this lunatic. The hardwood was cold and unforgiving. I was breathing heavily, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat, my nipples hard enough they ached.

This insane, masked stranger just made me suck his dick, shoved his cock in my mouth so deep my throat was sore every time I now swallowed. I could still taste the flavor of him covering my tongue.

It made me sick.

It made me want more.

He said nothing as he slowly removed his belt from the loops of his jeans. My heart raced even faster as I silently watched him wrap the buckle end around his hand, the long strip of leather hanging down ominously.

I leaned forward and braced my sweaty palms on the floor, keeping my focus right on him as I slowly crawled toward the bed. This was the most humiliating thing I’d ever experienced, and the amount of terror I felt was indescribable… but not as much as the disgusting pleasure I harbored.

I tried to keep my legs closed. I didn’t want him seeing my pussy—how wet I was. My inner thighs felt slick with my twisted need, no longer just from the orgasm he gave me but the fresh arousal that nearly poured from me as I fought to breathe around his massive cock.

When I got to the bed, I braced my hands on the edge of the mattress about to pull myself up. But a swift slap to my backside from his belt had me crying out and my back bowing from the pain.

He chuckled behind me, and that discomfort faded to this warmth that spread from the point of contact throughout my entire body as he swiped his mitt-sized palm over the lash.

Oh, God , I thought just as he caressed the welt again. But then I heard the whoosh of the leather arcing through the air, giving me a warning before it would make contact. So I braced myself, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath me, and closed my eyes. When the leather connected with my flesh, my tits shook, and I moaned in pain then instant pleasure as he pawed the wound.

God, you disgusting whore. This is getting you off.

I braced my upper body on the mattress when he gave me the third hit.

I lifted my ass up for the fourth, silently begging for more.

And just when I thought he’d give me a fifth, I was hauled off the floor, tossed viciously onto the center of the bed, and he was straddling me seconds later.

With my arms pulled above my head, he used his belt to secure them to the headboard, stretching me out like I was his personal sacrifice.

I couldn’t breathe, not as I pulled on the restraints that kept my wrists immobile. It was painful, but it turned me on even more. The leather that bound me dug against my skin and pressed in deep when I fought against it but wasn’t too tight if I held still.

I stared at the masked intruder as he stood at the end of the bed and just watched me struggle. But before long, he slowly started getting undressed, throwing off his dark jacket and letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud . Then his dark T-shirt—the collar carefully stretched as not to disturb the mask still glowing like a beacon of agony and desire—and black jeans became a pile on top of it.

He stood before me now naked, his body intimidating with its colossal size and defined muscles. I felt small. Tiny. I felt as if his very stare, even hidden behind the mask, would crush me.

He was hard, his cock long and thick, veiny and threatening. Although I’d had it in my mouth just minutes before, I hadn’t really looked at the details of it.

I whimpered, and his dick jerked. It was as if my panic and fear turned him on even more. My eyes felt strained, and I wondered if I looked as terrified as I felt.

“Look at you,” he hummed and tipped his head to the side, his mask making him seem even more menacing.

He reached down to grab the thick length of his massive cock. He stroked himself lazily, pushing pre-cum out the tip every time he brought his palm upward, that clear fluid dropping onto the floor. It was a sticky, obscene show of his arousal.

“You’re so scared right now, but I bet you’ve never felt so turned on in your life.”

He was looking between my thighs, and I snapped them closed, too ashamed that he was right.

He grabbed my knees and jerked them open, forcing my pussy to be on display. My muscles ached from the sudden movement, from the way his fingers dug into my skin.

“You keep these fucking legs open for me so I can stare at your cunt. I want to watch you get wetter. I want you to marinate in the shame you feel from being so turned on by me.” He let go but tsked when they closed of their own accord.

“Don’t fucking be a bad girl. I’ll slap your pussy so hard there won’t be any pleasure with it this time.” He took a step forward until the edge of the bed stopped him from advancing. “Going to fuck you so hard. Going to force my way in you, and you’re going to like it like the dirty, little whore you are.”

I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan.

He reached out and slapped my pussy, not as hard as he threatened since I made the conscious effort to keep my legs open. The sloppy, wet sound that echoed throughout the room had my face heating.

I tipped my head back, my skull cracking against the headboard.

He didn’t let up as he kept slapping my pussy, harder and faster each time. This felt like a punishment, but I couldn’t find my voice to tell him to stop. I couldn’t even tell myself I didn’t like this.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even see as tears streamed down my cheeks blurring my vision. It was as if I was thrust into an alternate reality, one that had everything I’d ever known crossing lines.

It all felt so wrong, but nothing had ever felt as right.

I didn’t realize he was done until I heard his heavy panting. I made a soft noise, a little cry. A mewl. Of shameful disappointment.

I turned my head and tried to wipe as many of my tears away with my shoulder as I could. I had to see him. I wanted to know what he looked like after this incident.

After several moments of me blinking, trying to focus, I finally made him out clearly. He looked feral, his shoulders the size of boulders rising and falling as he breathed heavier than I’d seen since he broke in.

His cock was hard, this lead pipe standing straight out from his body, pre-cum dripping down to the mattress in a lewd and obscene display. My cunt felt sore. Painful, as I shifted on the bed. And that sick part of me wanted nothing more in that moment than to have his mouth back on me, soothing my pussy the way only a hot, wet tongue can.

And his focus was right on it, as if he fucking loved my discomfort and knew what I was thinking.

He does.

I didn’t dare try to close my legs again for fear he’d spank me between the thighs all over again, this time even harder. But truthfully, I couldn’t close them. I was too sore. Too sensitive. My pussy felt swollen and hot.

But that same twisted part of me wanted this maniac to see how red he made me… how wet I was.

I wanted to tell him how much it hurt. I wanted to tell him he hurt me.

Maybe he saw that truth in my eyes or the way I parted my lips because his thick cock jerked again, and he hummed deep within his throat.

He placed one knee on the bed, then the other. His dick bobbed from the motion, and another droplet of pre-cum spilled out this time landing on my foot as he moved closer.

My heart started racing. Not from pleasure. Not from anticipation.

From fear.

The gleam in his eyes, the way he watched me, was as if he were stalking his prey. It cemented the fact that he was a tangible, actual threat.

In an instant, he had the knife in hand again, and I stilled, completely froze, and held my breath. When he brought it closer to me, I shook my head, but what was I saying no to? My pussy kept dripping from my dark desire, from the intense pleasure and adrenaline rush I was getting from this experience.

He lifted his hand, and even though he wore that mask, I knew he was smiling as he cut his palm, opening his flesh so blood dripped onto the sheets. He closed his hand, creating a fist, smearing it all over his own skin.

And before I knew what he was doing, he shoved it between my thighs, smearing his blood on my pussy, making it even wetter.

The very thought of what he was doing should’ve disgusted me, been abhorrent. But I tingled, as if electricity slammed through me and lit me up from the inside out.

“Look at you now, dirtied up with your pussy juices and my blood. Gonna fuck it into you.” He smeared the combination all over my inner thighs, even on my belly.

He marked me.

But he didn’t do what he threatened. Not yet anyway. Instead, he backed off the bed, reached down, and grabbed something out of the pocket of his jeans on the floor. My heart stopped for a second before restarting as I took in the lollipop he held, the multitude of colors swirling together to make one long, sugar-coated, phallus-shaped sweet.

An image flashed through my mind. The apothecary jars in my kitchen that had several in there. They were for decoration. Nothing more. But even behind the mask, I could picture his smile becoming wide, that shark-like grin growing as he got back up on the bed, came closer, and held that spiraled sucker.

I knew what he was going to do. What he was going to use it for.

He was going to fuck me with it, use that saccharine treat as a dildo to shove deep in my body.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, again not knowing what I was saying no to. Because the idea of him fucking me with it didn’t seem… wrong. It felt right in the worst kind of way.

He didn’t plunge it in right away, just teased the opening of my body with the narrow tip. He focused on the task at hand, the mask angled in a way that made me believe he was watching what he was doing and not my reaction.

And when he started to push it in, I closed my eyes and made another desperate sound.

He slapped my tit hard enough it stung, and I cried out, opening my eyes before I realized I’d even done it.

“No closing your eyes. Watch what I do to you.” His voice was low. Dangerous and threatening.

I guess I’d been wrong about him not watching my expressions.

I stared at him for long seconds before looking down the length of my body to see him slowly push the lollipop inside me, the spiral of colors disappearing with each passing second.

And when the whole thing was lodged in my cunt, my eyes widened as all I saw was the wooden stick it was attached to sticking out of my body.

“Mmm, bet you made it sweeter now.” He started thrusting it in and out of me, and although I wasn’t getting off on the act itself—the sucker too narrow to feel much, especially after he forced me to almost fist myself—the fact that he clearly was turned me on.

It was several moments of him penetrating me with the sucker before he finally pulled it out. It glistened under the moonlight that shone through the window, and the longer I stared at it, the more I realized my pussy juices dripped off the phallic treat.

“Open up, my beautiful whore.”

My jaw unlocked on its own, like Pavlov’s dog hearing that bell and salivating. His palm was still bleeding, so when he curled it around the lollipop, mixing his blood with my pussy cream, I gasped.

And he took that opportunity, where my mouth hung open, to shove the sucker inside. I immediately tasted the salty sweetness of the sucker, having been lodged inside me, then the coppery taste of his blood on my tongue. I didn’t think about how dangerous this was because, when he ordered me to suck, I did just that.

I licked that fucking sucker clean, and when he pulled it out, it was to shove it back in my cunt. He groaned and grunted as he watched then removed it and shoved his mask up enough he could drag his tongue over the spirals. He hummed, and his cock jerked, and I started lifting my hips, needing something thicker and more substantial inside me than that puny stick of rainbow candy.

Him, I realized. I needed him pushing his way in, forcing himself inside me.

But he started fucking me with the sucker again instead, sliding it in and out, then running the bumps of the spiral up and down over my clit before shoving it back in. He did this repeatedly until I was lifting my hips and fucking myself on it.

“Such a good, fucking girl. A good, little slut for me.” He slapped my clit when the lollipop was deep in my body, and I knew if he kept this up, I’d come.

“Go on, dirty girl. Fucking get off, and let me see more of your shame and humiliation.”

I shook my head but felt that pleasure growing. I was going to… I was going to get off.

“Come for me, you depraved, good girl.”

And I did against common sense. Against rational thought. Against decency. Against what I thought it would take to push me over the edge.

I came hard and long and felt disgusted with myself over it the entire time.

When the pleasure faded, I sagged against the bed, my arms hurting because I’d been straining as I came.

But he didn’t give me a reprieve. He slapped my tits and pinched my nipples until they hurt, a fucked-up way to revive me after such an intense climax.

I looked down at my chest to see it covered in his blood.

It brought me sick pleasure.

He leaned back and, with his dick in hand, said, “You’re dripping for me.”

He grabbed my throat hard with his other one, using his strength to add pressure, so I gasped and leaned forward, trying to ease the strain.

He loosened his hold, and we both panted as he covered my body with his, his weight and size pinning me down. It felt… incredibly suffocating and exhilarating.

“I bet you’re at war with yourself right now,” he growled against my ear. “You want to tell me to stop, but in the same breath, you want to tell me to give you more.” His voice was deep and muffled by the mask, and it turned me on that I didn’t know who this was. My mind and body were at war.

“You’re sick. Demented. This is… wrong,” I whispered.

This feels right! my mind screamed.

His whole body seemed to tremble.

When he hung his head, as if trying to gather his bearings, I took that opportunity to fight back. Although truthfully… the very idea of not making this easy for him was an aphrodisiac in itself.

I lifted my legs and tried to knee him, but he was fast and had a hold of my waist, growling and pushing my body down on the bed to still me.

I felt the callouses on his palms as he slid them up and down my thighs, and I closed my eyes and shivered.

“Admit you want this, even if it’s just this one time.”

“Like I’d ever say that to you.” But there was no heat in my words. And he knew that. That’s why he chuckled. His touch grew softer, and I felt a part of me relax.

But that gentleness was short-lived when I felt his hand delve between my legs, his fingers moving through my pussy lips. I was so drenched, a dirty, sloppy mess for him.

“I’d say brace yourself, but I don’t care if you’re ready or not. You’ll take what I give and ask for more.”

He placed the thick crown of his cock at the entrance of my body, and my inner muscles clenched right away.

His juicy curses rang through my ears as he started penetrating me.

“ Jesus fucking Christ .” His hands on my hips were painful, leaving bruises.

I pressed my nails into my palms, so close to breaking the skin I could feel that pain morph into pleasure.

He kept guiding himself inside me, forcing his big dick into my little pussy.

I panted, knowing I should stop this, but the stretch and burn was too consuming… felt too incredible.

He was so big.

I was so little.

It hurt so good.

My vision went hazy, going in and out of focus until I felt like I was breaking apart from my physical self.

“Look at you,” he grated out. “Taking my gigantic cock like you were made for it.” Sweat covered his chest, and his abdomen flexed as he forced more of himself into me.

He grabbed a handful of my hair at the side of my head and yanked my skull to the side, causing my throat to be bared.

The sensations waged war within me.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re Daddy’s pretty slut, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was his fact. “I’m going to come to you every night,” he whispered and thrust in and out of me.

I moaned, biting my lip harder, tasting my own blood coating my tongue this time.

“I’m going to break into your bedroom and take what I want, and because you love being my cocksleeve, you’ll say nothing and spread your legs for me so I can fuck you. I’ll fucking take every inch until you’re crying for more.” His cockhead hit something deep on his next powerful thrust.

Oh God….

At his next punch to my cervix, I came for him like the whore he called me.

My inner muscles clenched around his thick cock. The sounds coming from him were feral, like an animal tearing the flesh off a wounded animal.

He pulled back so just the tip was lodged in my cunt before he slammed back in.

“You’re taking me like a good girl, letting me shove all my inches into your little body and only whimpering for more, even as I make you come. Fuck, look at you all soaked and sloppy, making the sheets wet like a little fucking slut.”

I felt my eyes widen as I came again from his words alone, from his degradation, and it immediately rolled into another orgasm when I focused on his penetration.

He moved his hand over my waist, digging his nails into my tender flesh before moving it under me and gripping my ass. He canted my hips up at the same time he used his other palm to press down on my inner thigh, keeping me open—immobile—as he fucked me… used me.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum, making you so full it’ll drip out of your body.” He slammed into me hard enough I cried out from the pleasure and force of it.

“You’re too big!” I cried out and shook my head, my tears streaming down my temples now. “You’re too thick.”

“It hurts so good, doesn’t it, little girl?”

God… it did.

He was so vicious as he fucked me, pounding into me at the same time he leaned in and started licking at my tears, biting along my jaw, the mask pushed up the farthest it had been yet. But I couldn’t see details with the glow from it now at an angle.

“Who are you?” I cried out as I felt my pleasure rise until I knew I’d come for him again.

“That’s it,” he hissed, ignoring my question. “Squeeze that wet little snatch around my cock. Milk me like the hungry slut you are.”

The bottom of his mask was still raised because I felt him drag his tongue all over my face before sinking his teeth into the side of my throat. He sucked hard, and the pain of his teeth and pleasure of his tongue had me coming once again.

He pulled out of me so fast I gasped, my pussy clenching around nothing, needing that thickness back inside.

The mask back in place, he brought his face close to mine, the neon illuminating everything between us. And then I felt him slide a finger into me… then a second… and a third. And before I comprehended what was about to happen, he had all four in me making a “come here” gesture against the top wall of my cunt that had me seeing stars. He pulled them all out like a scoop, making a show of coating his thumb and knuckles in all my juices… and then I ceased to breathe as he began to force his entire hand between my pussy lips.

I tried closing my legs, the feeling of all five fingertips slowly penetrating me unlike anything I’d ever felt, but it was useless. I could tell he had his fingers out straight as he pushed in and pulled out. And when he pulled back to sit up between my thighs so he could watch what he was doing to me, I couldn’t stop myself from looking down to see his entire hand—to the wrist—disappear deep into my body.

My jaw unlocked, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I cried out at the strange, painful, but incredible feeling.

“Little whore.” He sounded like he purred in pleasure as he stared at where his hand was lodged. “Opening up this cunt big and wide.” He eased his hand out, stared at me between my legs for a second, and groaned, “You’re gaping, little girl.”

Then… it was his knuckles I felt at my opening. He rotated his fist right up against me to coat it in the embarrassing amount of arousal pouring out of me in a steady flow, and then it was fear that overtook all my other emotions as I saw him start to work his actual fist inside me, no longer leading with the tips of his fingers.

It hurt worse than losing my virginity when I tensed up, and I forced myself to relax all my muscles, becoming boneless where I lay. I thought I heard a barely audible “Good girl,” and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt every bump of his knuckles until every inch of my pussy was filled. It was too much, too painful, but I didn’t want him to stop. I’d never tell him, never admit out loud this depravation was so fucking hot to me. Instead, I gritted my teeth and rode it out.

“You gonna come for me? You gonna get off with my entire fucking fist wedged in your tight, little snatch?”

I shook my head but moaned. God, yes. I was going to come, especially when he started fucking me with that fist and tweaking my clit with the fingers of his other hand.

I felt like an inferno was lit deep within me. It burned me from the inside out.

And just like that, I came.

He kept rubbing my clit until I cried for him to stop because it was too much.

But he didn’t let up. He kept playing with my clit for several more seconds until I was begging. Pleading. And when he finally did remove his fist, he replaced it with his cock and started fucking me like I was his to use.

I knew when he was about to come. His entire body tightened, and every muscle clenched. He was so masculine and defined I found myself admiring my intruder, shamefully growing aroused from merely looking at the rippling tendons and bulging muscles.

“Take it all, you little cumslut.”

And when he came, it was like watching a volcano erupt. He roared out and held me painfully tight, slamming into my used body so all I could do was accept it, in awe of his power.

He pushed into me once. Twice. And stilled on the third as he pumped his seed deep into my body.

All I could feel, smell, and hear was him .

“ Sweet Jesus ,” he whispered harshly.

My body hurt in the best way. I knew there would be bruises covering my skin, marks in the shape of his fingerprints littering my flesh.

With one deep exhale, he pulled out of me. I immediately felt his cum slide out of my body making a sticky mess under my ass as my legs trembled—from weakness and fear. What would happen next?

“How thirsty are you?” he asked, his words catching me off guard.

I said little during this encounter. What could I say to that ?

“Let me take care of you.” His tone and actions were deep, possessive, and very dominant.

And when he slid his fingers along my sore, used-up pussy, I knew what he was doing. I knew what he wanted me to do.

He had a hand on my throat as he gathered more of himself that slipped from my body. And when he gripped my jaw, prying my mouth open, he shoved his finger between my lips. But I didn’t fight back. I loosened my jaw and let him drip those thick, white ropes right onto my tongue.

I swallowed him until my belly was full of his orgasm.

“I bet this pretty, little thing thinks we’re done,” he growled against my ear, and then he pulled back. I knew he was smiling even if I couldn’t see his expression. “We’re just getting started.”