Page 30 of Monstrous Urges

Like looking directly at the sun.

There’s a small part of me that almost wants to say—no, scream—the one word that will end all of this. And yet, even as I try and tell myself this has gone far enough… He’s right.

There is a rebellious part inside of me. But it doesn’t want me to stop. It’s not whispering that I don’t want this.

It’s screaming for more.

So the word never comes. And all I can do is shudder, and gasp, and whimper against the glass of the windowpane in front of me as his hand slides down my stomach and between my thighs. I moan, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip as he pushes two fingers over my clit and between my pussy lips. They curl inward, and a gaps chokes from my throat as he suddenly rams both fingers deep inside me.

His hands are big, veined, and powerful. His fingers thick and strong. And when they drive up into me and instantly find that spot inside, I see stars. His palm grinds into my clit roughly, his other hand pinching and mauling my swollen, tender nipples before it wraps around my throat.

And squeezes.

Instantly, my body responds. It’s like sending an electrical current zapping through my core. My skin prickles and shivers. My toes curl against the floor. My walls tighten around his massive fingers, and my eyes roll back.

“Yes, just like that, my greedy little cum slut. I can feel your eager little pussy trying to milk my fingers when I squeeze your throat.”

He does it again. And again, my gasping moan chokes in my throat even as my pussy clamps down around his fingers.

He chuckles darkly.

“Such. A. Greedy. Whore.”

I’ve always craved violence and total submission. The utter domination and the complete loss of my control. The thrill of being hunted, stalked, and chased. The danger of a stranger looming from the darkness.

But the way he’s talking to me…

That’s new.

And I don’t hate it.

At. All.

His hand tightens around my throat again, making my pussy squeeze his fingers over and over. I whimper as he starts to drive them in and out, hard; stroking against my g-spot with every deep thrust. I whine quietly in the back of my throat when he slips his fingers free. But then he raises his hand, and I watch with wide eyes in the reflection of the window as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean with a satisfied groan.

“Your fear tastes like fucking candy, slut,” he growls.

I watch him bring his hand back down between my thighs. I gasp as he sinks his fingers back into me, stroking and pumping against my g-spot and my clit as I whimper and moan.

His fingers slip out again. His hand lifts. This time, his glistening fingers approach my mouth.

“Open wide,” he growls. “Open that mouth and tastes how messy your cunt is for me.”

I do, without hesitation. Without even thinking about it. I’m so lost in the control he has over me that my lips part without question. His slick fingers glide over them, slipping over my tongue.

“Suck.”

My lips wrap around his finger, and I do as he says.

Heat floods my face as my tongue swirls around his thick finger.

I taste sweet.

His finger slides in and out of my lips, and I can feel myself moan as my face throbs with heat, my tongue sucking and dancing around his finger as he fucks my mouth with it.

His hand pulls free, instantly delving back between my legs. Two fingers sink back into me, stroking my g-spot as his palm grinds hard into my clit.

Oh fuck.