Page 97 of Caged

“You’re the one almost begging for a gun to be buried inside that tight cunt. One slight slip of my finger is all it would take to end this. What do you say? Do you want an epic death, my love?”

She trembles against me and I suck on her jaw.

Just where I need her.

“I can’t die. Not yet. But if you really have to, you better fuck me first. Give me something to die for.”

Her body sags as I retrieve the weapon and it clatters onto the floor. Wrapping her ponytail around my fist, I tip her head back.

The water trickles over the edge of the bath, I pull her toward it and bend her over. Turning off the tap. Her back arches as I rip off her panties and sink two fingers inside.

“Fuck, Nik. Tell me how much you hate me, I’m so wet.”

She is. The pad of my thumb circles her clit and I pull her hair harder.

Releasing myself from my jeans, I slam into her and she cries out. I don’t want to hear her pleasure.

This is mine to take.

“This isn’t a hate fuck. I’m past that. This is to show you what you’ve lost. And maybe somewhere in that heart of ice, you’ll feel some of my pain.” I grit out and let go of her hair, smothering her mouth and nose as I pound her from behind.

Hell, it feels so damn good.

Like she was meant to fit me. The piece of me that was missing.

I can still hear her muffled moans through my palms. I look at the rippling water on the surface of the bathtub and put my hand on the back of her head, holding her just above.

“How long can you hold your breath for?” I ask.

Just thinking about what I am going to do has me almost coming inside her.

“Long enough,” she pants out.

“Let’s test that theory.”

Before she can respond I dunk her head under the water and thrust deep inside her. Bubbles rise to the surface from her screams and I let out a groan, tipping my head back.

That’s long enough for the first round.

She gasps for air as I yank her head out of the water by her hair. I can’t have her dying on me yet, my cock is nowhere near finished with her tight cunt.

“P-please, Niki,” she pleads as I slowly pull myself out of her.

“I don’t know what I prefer. Hearing you beg for my cock or to spare your life.”

In one swift motion, I thrust back inside her. She screams just before she's plunged back into the water, which spills over the sides.

She likes breath play, let’s see if she likes this kind.

The way her pussy grips my cock tells me she does.

I leave her this time a touch longer, so by the time I yank her up, I admire the way she’s struggling to catch her breath.

It makes me fucking feral.

“M-more.” It almost comes out a whisper from her lips and it brings a smile to mine.

Submerging her back under, I pinch her clit which makes her legs almost buckle.