19. Dolly

19

DOLLY

S leep was lying heavily upon me, but I felt really good.

I heard a deep, male voice whispering in my head, slightly muffled, so I couldn't quite make it out, couldn't place it right away.

"Jesus… you taste so good. This little pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I've ever had."

Slowly, sleep faded, and I became much more aware. I opened my eyes and glanced around the room, seeing the was door open and the soft yellow glow from the hallway washed inside.

It was when I saw the enormous body between my spread thighs that I gasped.

My initial reaction was to push him away when I realized he was eating me out, but I was laid out before him like an offering, and he was a dark god. My body reacted first. I had my hands on his head, exerted pressure, but it was a half-assed motion because it felt too good having him licking and sucking on me.

I gripped his hair as he dragged his tongue from my pussy hole to my clit and then sucked the little bundle into his mouth. Lars hummed around the sensitive spot, and I gasped at how the vibrations slammed into the very center of me.

"I'm so fucking hard," he murmured against my drenched center, opening his mouth and covering my pussy with it to suck on everything at once. I moaned, tipping my head back and biting my lip in pleasure.

And when he pushed his tongue into my pussy, my inner muscles spasmed around him, trying to draw him in farther. I needed something more substantial than what he was giving me.

I felt my orgasm creeping to the surface, but I fought it. Some sense of self-preservation told me to fight, to not make this easy on him.

"No, Dolly. You'll look at me when I make you come."

No. Fuck you , I thought, but still, my eyes opened and met the intense stare that Lars had on me. He looked so massive between my legs, his hands huge and pressed to my inner thighs keeping me open. He was tan. I was pale. And it was a stark contrast as I watched him flatten his tongue and lick me like a melting ice-cream cone.

"Come for me," he groaned against my pussy, and the pressure peaked and exploded inside me. The entire time, Lars stared into my eyes as he dragged out my pleasure. While the aftereffects were still claiming me, he pulled back and shoved two thick fingers into my pussy.

I bit my lip hard. The wound from earlier split open and stung in the best of ways. It was all an explosive sensation and experience that I didn't want to end. Wasn't that a fucked-up feeling?

I felt my eyes become heavy, and when I feared I'd close them and just succumb to how good it all felt, the swift sting of Lars slapping my pussy had my eyes widening and a gasp leaving me.

" Jesus , you're so damn beautiful when you submit to me." He slapped my pussy again and again and then spit a mouthful of saliva onto the erotically abused flesh, all while I groaned for more.

My back arched on its own at the force of him finger fucking me. He pulled them all the way out after pumping the digits into my pussy three times, held up the glistening digits, and then sucked them into his mouth.

I realized at that moment he was totally naked, his cock hard and pointing right at me, pre-cum dripping out of the tip and onto the sheets between us.

"You're disgusting," I whispered, and before I knew what I was doing, I rose and brought my palm across his cheek, hard. The crack was loud, my hand instantly stung, and Lars's head wrenched to the side from the force.

Everything was frozen in time for a moment as he slowly turned his head back to face me, our eyes locking.

He spat in his palm and brought it to his cock, jerking off as he grinned evilly at me. I felt my eyes widen all over again as the wounds on his forearm—the ones I'd given him with my nails earlier tonight—opened back up while his muscles contracted as he masturbated. Blood welled but not enough to drip.

Following my eyes to the redness there, Lars lifted his arm to get a closer look. I didn't know what I expected him to do… maybe wipe it away like a normal person might. But what I definitely wouldn't have expected in a million years was him to lean over to the bedside table, grab his knife that he flipped open with a flick of his wrist, and then stare into my eyes as he dragged the sharp tip deeply along the open scratch.

I gasped, my first instinct to reach out and stop him, to help him stanch the blood that started to trickle out of the deep cut and made a track down his tan flesh and onto the sheets to mix into a mess with his pre-cum. Even after I just lashed out and slapped the shit out of him.

"Look at you, sweetheart." Using his other hand, now free of the knife, he smeared the blood all over his arm and palm and then started using the red fluid as lube to jerk off with. He repeated the action of gathering more of his blood, and shocking the hell out of me—again—he rubbed it between my thighs, coating me with his gore. "My filthy, fucking girl. So beautiful when you're covered in my blood that I'm gonna fuck into you." He brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean.

The thick, heavy-looking length of his cock was intimidating as he gripped it and pointed it right at me. The crown was slick and glossy with pre-cum, and when he grabbed the base, squeezing himself from root to tip, more cum beaded at the slit.

"Makes me hard that you're marked by me in every way." His voice was so deep. He could turn my body on with just a few choice words, it seemed. "I know this little cunt is sore from me fucking it. But I'm about to make it even sorer." He gave my pussy another slap, and the wet sound echoed in the room.

I gasped, unable to form any words at his crudeness and rough handling.

He spanked my pussy again.

Smack .

And again.

Smack.

All while I whimpered and lifted my hips for more.

"You like me slapping your little pussy." He didn't phrase it like a question. "Hit me again," he ordered and leaned in, bracing his free hand on the bed beside my head. "Do it. Make me harder with the pain."

I felt like my jaw unhinged at hearing him ask—all but begging—for me to hurt him.

And I wanted it. God, I wanted to unleash my rage on him.

"Go on, little darling. Slap the fuck out of me. Hit me. Bite me. Make me hurt like I hurt you."

I clamped my teeth together, felt my anger and pleasure rise, and before I knew it, I was slapping him once, twice… and on the third time, I shoved him back. He twisted, landing on his back and taking me with him, so I was now straddling his waist.

I felt this animal take control of me. He gripped my waist and lifted me, sliding me down on his hard cock, taking him fully inside me. I saw red and dragged my nails down his chest, leaving scratches over his pectoral muscles.

This wasn't me. I wasn't a violent person. But all this emotion was welled up in my body and came out in this physical form.

The tears were next, but they weren't one of being sad. They were of being… relieved. Of freedom. Of being… alive.

And the entire time I was riding Lars, he lay there taking everything I gave him. The pain of my nails on his chest. The pleasure of my pussy clamping down on his cock.

"God," he groaned and gripped my ass cheeks as he guided me up and down his length. "You're the most beautiful, perfect thing I've ever fucking seen in my life, Dolly." He grunted and growled as I rolled my hips and sought my own pleasure. "That's it. Fuck me ."

I tipped my head back and moaned, so close to going over the edge I felt my fingers and toes starting to tingle.

"You're such a good girl. I want to fill you up, Dolly, so there isn't room for anything else."

I was panting, so close… so… close.

"Everything's changed," he hissed out as if speaking to himself. "Look at me."

I did what he said, forcing my eyes open and staring into his.

"Say you're mine." The urgency in his words and the way he stared at me after he spoke them told me this man was on the precipice of losing his mind unless I gave him this.

And I didn't.

But I was.

I came in a shattering explosion.

"Look at me!" His voice sounded distorted, and I realized I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, it was to see Lars's top half had risen from the mattress, and his face—with its savage expression—was only an inch from mine.

"I better never have to tell you again to look at me when I make you come."

Sweat beaded and fell down his temple, and I found myself spearing my hands into his now damp, dark hair to tug on the strands.

" You fucking look at me while I make you come."

I kissed him hard, making sure it hurt him. I bit his lip until he was the one bleeding for me once again.

Lars snarled and started lifting his hips, driving his cock deep into me, and pushing my pleasure even higher.

"I want you to tell me you're mine."

There it was again… that pleading note in his voice. But I refused to give into him in that context. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Instead, I gasped as he plowed into me, my body bouncing on top of his, my head shaking "no" in response to giving him what he wanted.

He snarled something nasty and vulgar and then pressed his lips to mine to growl, "Say the fucking words. I want to feel them because you mean them."

He was frightening.

He was incredible.

And then he was orgasming, a harsh roar leaving him as he found his release. His neck muscles strained, his teeth were bared, and he hissed out vile words as he came inside me. The feeling of his cum was thick and hot and filled every inch of me from the inside out. I gasped at how visceral the feeling of his climax was.

And when he filled me to the brim and spilled out of where we were connected, he sagged back on the mattress and took me with him, my body sprawled over his, our breathing haggard, our bodies sweaty.

We lay there in silence, my inner muscles rhythmically clenching around his cock.

God, he's still so hard.

With my cheek to his chest, I closed my eyes and warded off the dizziness from my orgasm. I felt his fingers trail along my back in slow, rhythmic motions that started to lull me to sleep.

It was when I was on the verge of unconsciousness that I felt his warm breath against the crown of my head before I heard his harsh whisper.

"The only thing that will separate us is death, Dolly."