Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Elizabeth

I've felt restless ever since that night. When people say it's the quiet ones to watch, I think of Zak, who is the epitome of that saying. It was painful to hear him sum my life up like that.

It's been nearly a week since he gave me a urine enema. I run a hand over my face, remembering waiting before I let it all out of me.

The man is obsessed with me, this isn't normal. I guess he did warn me he hadn't been with anyone for a long time.

"Do you want to go for a jog with me tomorrow?"

I turn my head around to look at him. He is reading his book and has his heavy ass feet resting on my back.

He is serious.

"I'm not very good at running. I can barely keep upright on a treadmill," I pouted.

He smiles down at me, and it's not a predatory, evil or smug one. It's the first genuine smile I've had from him, softening his entire face.

"It will get you out of the cabin, and the exercise is good for you."

Is this the same man who threatened to cut my fucking legs off?

I nod before I resume dwelling on how I became a billionaire's footstool and the life choices I made that got me here.

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The following morning I woke up to Zak's face buried in my pussy, and the man knows how to eat pussy.

He pushed his fingers into my ass and sucked on my clit. I grip his thick hair and rub myself shamelessly over his stubble. I can't believe I used to prefer clean-shaven men. He pushes his thick tongue inside me and fucks my pussy with it.

I wrap my legs around his head so quickly that they tangle in the covers. He throws them off both of us, clearly just as impatient as me.

He glances up at me with a smirk on his face.

"Today is the day to open your final hole up, Fuckdoll."

My mouth is so dry at his words that I can't speak.

"I will enjoy using your cunt as my cumdump this morning. I've waited two weeks for this hole."

I'm still speechless when I watch his head go back down to resume loving my pussy with his tongue and lips. I close my eyes and give myself to the sensations he brings forth. The thought of finally having him inside me is too much for me.

I feel goosebumps over my body, bring my hands up, and squeeze my breasts.

"Such a hot Fuckdoll."

I glance down and see him lapping up at me, but he watches my hands. He pushes another finger in my ass, and I can feel myself about to cum—then he stops. When I glare at him, he chuckles.

He licks his lips.

"This hole is only going to cum on my fucking cock," he said before looking down at me. "My fucking cunt," he growled before slapping me hard. He kneels up and glares at me.

"Ow. Shit."

"What did you say, Fuckdoll?"

I purse my lips and shake my head quickly.

"Keep your mouth shut and spread your legs," he said while he stroked his cock.

I do as I'm told because his punishments are so unpredictable.

"I've never seen a prettier cunt than yours, Fuckdoll."

I don't know how he can make me feel beautiful and filthy at the same time.

He rubbed his dick up and down my seam, and I could feel him move easier as he used my arousal as his lube. When he puts the tip inside me, I hold my breath and open my eyes.

He is wearing his, I'm going to either kill you or fuck you expression on his face again.

"Whose cunt is this?" He growls out at me.

I point to him.

"Say the fucking words!" He shouts at me before slapping my pussy again.

"It's yours. I—It's Zak's pussy." I stutter out.

"Damn right, it is, Fuckdoll."

He pulls my legs up and puts them on his shoulders. He looks like a behemoth towering over me. I say a quick prayer for my pussy. It was nice having one while I did.

He drops down on me, and I scream and cover my face, thinking he will fall on top of me. When I've not been crushed to death, I move my hands away and look at him. He has folded me up, and I feel his dick lurch inside me. I can only see the top of his head as he looks down at where we are joined.

His hands are on either side of me, and I feel him thrust forward, and he feels so big. It's been so long since I last had sex. He pulls back and pushes in again. He is taking his time. It can't be enough for him because he pulls back, splits my legs apart, and digs his knees close to my ass.

"I need to watch this hole get used," he said, breathing heavily.

He begins to piston in and out of me like a damn machine. He is looking at my pussy, and I can't take my eyes off him. His eyes are glowing his fingers bite into my legs painfully.

"Use two fingers only and play with your clit. I want to see the rest of the tattoo when I nut inside this hot wet hole," he pants.

I quickly push my hand down towards my clit and use my fingers to press down before circling my clit. I can feel my heart beating erratically in my chest.

He continues to use me, but he feels so damn good. I rub my wet clit harder, needing to cum.

The whole bed is shaking in rhythm to Zak's movements, but never once does he take his eyes off my pussy.

"Oh fuck yes. Fuck. Cum now, Fuckdoll."

I pinch my clit and raise my hips as Zak slams deep inside me. I keep my hips raised, my ass half on Zak's thighs now, but he feels too good. I lose myself in my orgasm as the waves of pleasure run through me. I don't care what he is doing or about to do or where he is going to piss next at this point.

"My fuckhole," he snarls.

He slaps my pussy and gives me a few faltering thrusts as I feel his dick pulsate and his hot seed fills me up.

I throw my head back on the pillow, trying to catch my breath. He has to be lying. He can't be this good in the sack, not to have fucked in the last nine years.

I feel his fingers release my legs, and I sigh in relief as the pain eases. It didn't feel as bad when he was fucking me.

He collapses on top of me I don't get scared this time because he catches himself with his hands again.

"I knew this was going to be the best pussy I'd ever have," he murmurs.

I look at him with curiosity and raise my hand.

"Hmm. Since your cunt hole was so good, you can speak."

I roll my eyes before I ask my question.

"How did you know?"

He raises his head to look at my face. He looks into my eyes before his gaze drops down to my lips.

"You love being used and abused because you're as damaged as I am."

I frown in confusion. That doesn't make any sense to me. I'm not damaged. I can't deny I've enjoyed some of the things he has done to me.

He lowers his head again and rubs his stubble against my cheek.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. I will explain it to you one day."

I think the genius has a screw loose.

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I genuinely did try to get out of running this morning. I even told him he might have broken my pussy, but he inspected me and said I was fine. I smile, remembering when he winked at me and told me he would break my pussy tonight.

The cold air is rushing into my lungs, causing shivers to run down my body. How can I be so hot and freezing at the same time? And why is he running like a machine, and I'm a panting mess?

I stop and put my hands on my knees, bending over, trying to catch my breath.

When I raise my head, he is jogging on the spot like a fool.

"Come on. You can do more than that," he said while looking at his watch. "It's only been one mile."

I look at him in horror. Do I have to run back a whole mile?

I shake my head at him.

"I will give you a piggyback home if you run some more."

I think about it and decide it is worth it. The thought of running all the way back is awful. It does feel nice to be outside. He is so big I might enjoy the view while he carries me back.

"Did I mention you will owe me if I jog carry you back?"

I scowl at him.

Of course, there is always a catch with him.