Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Ezra

(Five Years Ago)

“Everyone thinks you’re a good girl.” I grip the side of her panties and tear them. “But you’re not, are you?”

Briar wiggles as they pool by her feet. Her hips buck toward me as if her body is demanding more. She moans as I cup her hot pussy and squeeze. She doesn’t answer right away, so I pinch her labia and tug. Her scream fills the space between us, but she stops moving away.

I trail one finger through her slit and laugh. “You dirty whore. You’re dripping like a faucet.”

She pants as her hips rotate, desperate for my finger to touch the right spot. I bend my head and kiss along her shoulder to her jaw. “I want to taste you, Fawn. The flavor of your pussy on my tongue is something I dream about.

My hand reluctantly falls from her cunt, and I pull her panties from my pocket, dangling them in front of her face. She moves her head to the side, but I push the fabric to her nostrils and hold her still.

“Careful, Fawn. I wouldn’t want you to have an accident and find yourself dead.”

I press the garment firmly to her mouth and nose. She thrashes against me, which is typical for someone losing oxygen. Similar to a fish out of water. A normal person would take a step back and have remorse, but all I want to do is choke her until she passes out. I’d get off on fucking while she was unconscious.

“What do you want more, Fawn? To come or to breathe?” Her eyes widen and her lips move under my hand, but I ignore her. “You know what’s even better? Thinking you’re going to die while you fuck.” I push a finger into her, moving in and out slowly before adding a second finger and increasing my speed. “I saw a guy come once while hanging from a noose.”

Fuck, she’s tight. I add another finger to the first two, practically salivating at the idea of having her legs spread wide as I shove more into her pussy and stretch out her cunt. Get my buddies to run a train on her, and all of us fuck her at once.

“It was a club. There he was, hanging in a noose and shoving a knife into his flesh while another guy sucked him off.”

Briar winces as I work my fingers into the warmth of her pussy. The pad of my thumb circles her clit, and she bucks her hips in the air. Her eyes roll back as her body adjusts to the invasion, and I pull my fingers out.

Briar’s eyes open, the russet of her irises darker than usual. She’s pissed. It’s the same look she had as kids when I won our games of hide and seek. But now I’m not the pathetic little boy who felt bad and bribed her with ice cream to talk to me again. Now I’m a man possessed who will take what I want and not think twice about it. Maybe she’s right. Our world shits on everything and corrupts everyone, and I’m no exception.

I remove the panties from her face and replace them with the fingers that were buried deep in her pussy. “It’s my favorite smell, Fawn. I want you to experience it fully.”

She flinches as I drag the pink panties between her cunt lips.

“I’ve been carrying around your panties for three years. Every time we came to your house for dinner, I rummaged through your hamper but always lifted the one on top. I have a pretty decent collection.”

Her face glistens with her juices as I trail my fingers over her skin. My hand moves down her neck and between her breasts. I grab the top of her bra and yank it down, exposing her massive tits to my starved gaze. “I always knew you’d have gorgeous tits. You wore those low-cut tops to trigger your mother’s Puritan mentality, but it was me who had blue balls. The year you turned sixteen was the year I wished I was younger and despised you.”

She winces in pain as I pinch her left nipple between my thumb and index finger. I squeeze the nub hard, and her legs close. “I never told you to close your legs. Spread ‘em.”

She ignores my command and rubs her thighs together, trying to create the friction that will give her relief. I enjoy that she doesn’t give in to me. She’s stronger than she knows, and that’s why I want to see how far she’ll bend before she finally breaks.

“Spread your legs, Fawn. You won’t like it if I have to tell you for the third time.”

Her legs don’t budge. I apply more pressure on her nipple as if it’s a grape and I want to crush it. Her shrill scream covers us like a blanket. I realize my acts are going to make her hate me. She’ll never look at me the same way again. All her delusions of who I am will dissipate into thin air, and her mind will conjure up who I truly am—a monster that will devour her light to fulfill my darkest carnal need.

“Open your legs.”

This time she gives in without objections. Her legs part for me like the gates of paradise. I push my finger into her pussy and shove the top of her panties inside.

“What are you doing?” Her hands press against my chest as she tries to push me off her.

I grip her throat and pin her to the tree. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me and stay still.” I push the fabric into her cunt until it’s all shoved deep inside her. I grip her shoulders and push her to her knees. “If you want to play with the big boys, Fawn, you need to learn the games they play. Be a good slut for me and take out my cock.”

Her hands shake as she fumbles with my zipper. “I’ve never done this before.”

My cock unleashes and smacks her in the face. “Another first.”

I watch as her fingers wrap around the base of my dick. She glides her soft hands up and down slowly, hesitating to make a move.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

The desire to plunge into the depths of her mouth and skull fuck her is so strong. But I refrain from my primitive urges. Instead, I allow her to lick up my shaft and take her time to wrap her lips around me.

“Fuck, Briar,” I growl as my hands fist her hair, guiding her slowly up and down my cock.

She hums as she takes more of me into her mouth, and I break. I can no longer hold back. I thrust into her mouth and push until I press her head against the tree trunk. Briar gags and pulls back to get some air. Big mistake. I now want to choke her until she thinks she’s met her maker. The beast has raised his head. He wants to own her, control her, and make her cry as she sucks my cock.

I nuzzle the lock of hair behind her ear, and her eyes soften as her fear disappears momentarily. She assumes I’ll be gentle and kind. A part of me hates that I’m about to wipe that notion permanently from her mind. But the beast wants her broken, submissive, and under his control.

“You’re gonna be my little whore, Fawn. Just like you wanted.”

Her head turns as I grip her ears and push her to the ground. Her body shakes as realization dawns that this won’t be the sweet experience she was hoping for.

“Did you think I’d fuck you in a field of flowers, with daisies surrounding your head like a halo? I don’t make love. I fuck like an animal. You’ll come, don’t worry about that, but first I’ll destroy you. I’ll rip all your holes apart and ensure you remember this fuck for the rest of your life. The thought of my cock will cause a surge of fear in your veins. I’ll choke you to the brink of death. Hell, you’ll even hope for death. It might be a better alternative to my cock ravaging you with no mercy. So once again, I’m going to ask you, do you want me to stop? It’s now or never, Fawn.”

I reluctantly pull out of her warm, inviting mouth so she can speak.

“I told you. It doesn’t matter what you do to me”—she grips my cock and pulls me forward—“because it’s on my terms.”

Green fucking light.

My hips thrust into her mouth as I straddle her throat. Her face is bright red from the force, but I’m careful to push on the sides rather than the front of her throat. That’s fair game.

Spit falls from the side of her mouth, landing on the soil beneath us. Her mascara runs down her face, a complete juxtaposition to how her mother usually forces her to dress. Little Briar-rose typically looks like a pious girl in long dresses with a floral pattern and every inch of skin shielded for her own good. Her curves washed out with oversized garments meant to repel the stares of the sinful men in our world. Her virginity is a commodity to be sold and bartered.

“I never knew how hot your body was until now. Your fucking stomach, round and soft, your large tits dangling, makes my mouth water. No wonder they want you so much. You’re the type of toy men dream about.”

She takes a large inhale when I pull out of her mouth to adjust myself. Her reprieve doesn’t last long when I stuff my cock back into her mouth, and she gags. This position is supposed to be easier for her to deep-throat, but her lack of experience makes this a daunting task for her.

I grip her thick thighs and shove her legs open wide to my gaze. Her plump, pink pussy makes my mouth water. My fingers dance around her entrance, and her panties become soaked with her arousal. My tongue darts out, and I lick up her slit, tasting her on my tongue. Fucking paradise. If someone were to ask me what my favorite flavor is, it would be her cunt juice.

“Fuck, Fawn, you taste so damn good.”

My chest tightens at the realization that, once again, I’m hooked on a drug, one I’d do anything to feel surging through my veins. She’s a complication in every single way, and if I’m not careful, I’ll drown in my desperate need for her.

I gorge on her like a man starved, drinking her as if my life depends on it. Her hips buck to meet the tip of my tongue. I pull back and slap her clit.

She moans around my cock, so I do it again. “Are you a little pain slut, Briar?”

It’s a rhetorical question. I don’t require an answer because the fun is in discovering exactly what Briar likes and how far I can push her before she snaps. She needs to know what I am and see who she is.

I could fuck her and not care about paying attention to her body, her touch, the moans that fall so effortlessly from her lips. But I don’t want to fall off the edge by myself. I want Briar right there with me driving off the cliff. I want her panting, needy, desperate, and out of her damn mind, consumed by me. Visions of her spending nights in her bed, touching her cunt, and wishing it were my lips, my tongue, my fingers, and my cock instead.

It’s a fucked up thing to be obsessed with someone. I thought I’d erased my obsessive need for her when I went to college and started a new life without her. A surge of anger bolts through me because of my stupidity. I should never have agreed to this. My anger for myself morphs into resentment and lust, dueling each other for control. Not sure how to quench my visceral passion, I bend my head, grip her clit between my teeth, and bite.

Pain on my cock. My little Fawn bit me. “Do you think that’ll do anything to me, Briar? You hoping it will make me stop?” I push back and gag her some more. “I like pain, Fawn. You can dig your teeth into my cock, flood your mouth with my blood, and I’ll still come in waves down your pretty little throat, making you choke on my cum.”

She eases off my cock, thinking it’s a threat of violence rather than a confession.

I discovered in my first year at university that I like a lot of fucked up shit. At first, I was running from a craving back home, a nasty habit I couldn’t kick. All I thought about was the one thing they forbid me to have, so I did anything to numb the pain. Drugs, alcohol, and fucked up sex with my two best friends. That’s how I discovered I’m a sick fuck who enjoys horrendous shit to get off.

I’m done with the fuckin’ foreplay. Briar wanted to lose her virginity, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Fuck her so damn hard, I’ll imprint myself in her DNA.