Page 108 of Monstrous Urges

“Such a filthy little fuck toy,” he growls against my skin. “Reach back,” he commands. “Reach back and spread yourself wide for me, my little whore.”

Dirty slut.

Fuck toy.

Cumslut.

Little whore.

I’ve had dark desires about the chasing, and the primal kink, and the consensual non-consent for years. I’ve fantasied about being held down or tied up and forced. And sure, telling me “good girl” has always pushed my buttons.

But it wasn’t until Drazen that I realized how fucking hot those filthy, demeaning, fucked-up things he calls me are. I think, too, that those words coming from anyone else’s mouth would instantly put my vagina in shut-down mode. I mean, I think of Steven calling me his “good little cumslut” and I want to gag.

Drazen says it, and I want to gag on his cock.

I want to demean myself for him. I want to show him exactly how fucking dirty and filthy and slutty I can be for him.

So when I reach back, I moan loudly as I grab my ass and spread my ass cheeks lewdly apart for him. I cry out, begging for more when he tongues my asshole deeply and then pushes his finger into my back hole.

I scream in pleasure when his mouth finds my clit again, his tongue dancing over the throbbing nub as his fingers plunge in and out of both of my holes, until my thighs are shaking and the leg I’m standing on threatens to give out.

He sucks harder on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out and stroking against places inside me that make me want to explode.

Then, suddenly, I do.

I’ve never been “a screamer”. I’m the girl that bites her pillow or covers her mouth, or just keeps it tightly shut.

Well, I was that girl. But not anymore.

And when I come, the scream that rips from my throat echoes through the night. My face scrunches up against the tablecloth, heedless of the spilled wine and scattered cutlery as my fingers dig into my ass cheeks and Drazen’s mouth and hands drive me into oblivion.

I’m still shaking when he moves away from me. I slip from the edge of the table, trembling and whimpering as I sink to my knees.

He’s not done with me.

Drazen groans as he grabs a fistful of my hair, twisting my head around. His cock is out and huge—red and swollen, bulging with veins. His hand is pumping his fat girth, squeezing as it slides wetly up and down the precum-slicked shaft.

“Open your mouth,” he groans. “There’s a good girl.”

I whimper as I turn to face him on my knees, my mouth open and my tongue out.

“I get so fucking hard tasting your pretty little pussy,” he growls, pumping his fist roughly up and down his swollen dick. “So now you’re gonna make me come, my little cumslut.”

My skin tingles. My nipples tighten and throb as I reach up to cup his heavy balls. My eyes lock with his as every filthy, slutty, dirty instinct he brings out in me comes roaring to the surface.

“Please give me your cum, daddy.”

Drazen’s jaw clenches tight. The vein on his forehead throbs and his eyes blaze with raw lust as his cock bulges hard and thick.

He chokes out a rough, deep, masculine groan as the hot white cum sprays from his swollen head. I moan as it splatters onto me, thick ropes of it landing across my cheeks and my mouth, dripping down my chin onto my shirt.

I shiver in the ensuing silence as his piercing eyes lock with mine. A small smile curls deviously at the corners of his mouth.

“Good girl”.

Holy fuck.

I feel my face burning as I slowly get to my shaky feet. I reach for a napkin on the wrecked dinner table. But Drazen stops me, his hand grabbing mine and pulling it away. He spins me around, and my breath stutters as he cups my face and looks down into my eyes.