She gasps.
Her chest heaves up and down.
“Well,” she says lusciously.
My core burns. I haven’t been this aroused in my entire life.
She brings one leg around me, pulls me closer. Her clit presses into my leg, and she rolls her hips against me.
“I’ve been a very filthy whore,” she says. “You should show me my place, or is it all just talk?”
It is the one thing that pushes me over the edge.
I let go of her throat, slap her face, hard and lean away from her.
I grab her by the hair and pull her with me. She stumbles, I don’t care. I lead her down into the catacombs, only we take the room to the left this time instead of the little torture chamber to the right.
I throw her into the room, and she lands harshly on her knees.
She gasps heavily, on all fours.
I grab her hair again and pull her in an arch, leaning down.
“You will plead and beg me to stop,” I whisper darkly. “But there is no stopping. There is no safe-wording yourself out of this. You take it, and there will be no complaints. If you bleed, you bleed. If you become unconscious, I will not stop. I don’t care. You are a toy meant to be used and have no other worth to me.”
With that, I let go of her.
I grab a choker from a drawer and slide it onto her neck.
I pull, harsh.
She screams and gags.
Exactly as she should.
I slap her ass.
“Argh,” she screams.
I slap again, so hard she is thrown flat onto the floor.
She grunts.
It brings me a satisfaction I had yet to feel in my life.
“Kneel,” I say and pull her up. She has no chance to fight me on this one, so she kneels. The chain digs so beautifully in her skin.
I still have the gun in my hand.
“You wanted to suck,” I say. “Suck.” And with it, I hold the gun in front of her mouth.
She opens her mouth and takes it in. Her lips close around it, and she pushes it in until she gags. My own juices are dripping from me at this point. I believed I had met all the craziness in the world already, but this woman, holy mother, I am going to be a sinner.
Her eyes do not break the gaze into mine as she slides her lips up and down over the barrel.
I bite my bottom lip as I watch her.
It is the thrill.