8. Him

8

HIM

I watched her lick the ground and imagined each stroke was lapped against my cock. That she was on her hands and knees in front of me instead of alone in her tiny cell. It was the most disturbingly erotic image. More satisfying than any fantasy I'd conjured up of her over the years.

I pushed to my feet and exited the small security room. Descended the stairs two at a time and stalked towards her door before disengaging the locks and barging inside. She peered up at me from the floor, her eyes alight with fury and disgust despite her attempts at schooling them.

And I realized how much I needed it. Fed off her indignation and disdain. My boots echoed with each step into the cavernous room, the sound robotic and methodical, as I marched towards my target. Tugged her to her feet and bent her over the foot of the hospital bed. She twisted her hips, bucking beneath me, and I stood back a moment to watch the action. The vision before me like a worm on a hook tempting me to take a bite.

Emily wasn't just a fixation; she was my ruin. In so many more ways than one. And she didn't even know the power she held over me.

Apparently, neither did I or I never would have kept this shit going…

I reached out a hand and bunched up the fabric of her hospital gown, my fingers lingering between the apex of her thighs just long enough to test the waters. She was drenched for me. Part of her, deep down, enjoyed the degradation. Got off on it as much as I did. She just didn't want to admit it yet. But she would. Eventually.

The more she fought me, the more we each were turned the fuck on.

Keeping her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, my elbow digging into the arch of her back, I freed my cock with the other. Then I grabbed her ass cheeks as she continued to buck beneath me. And thrusted home. Her tight cunt gripped me in place as I attempted to drive deeper before pulling back and pistoning forward again. With each forceful jerk of my hips, her body gave way to the penetration till it accepted me as readily as my pet would come to accept her fate.

Her whimpered pleas spurred me on while my trimmed nails embedded themselves in the supple skin of her waist to the point of drawing blood. It was that image… the image of red tainting the white of the bedsheets that sent that familiar tingle to the base of my spine as I came inside her. Coating her walls with my cum like I planned to coat her flawless skin with her blood.

And that's when I realized my fatal mistake. I was goddamn addicted.