Page 20 of Prince of Pain
I shook the thoughts from my head, finding her eyes on me as she stepped under the spray.
“Yes, you do. You want to mark me, claim me, break me. I know how you like it, Ry. You’re allowed to hurt me, I like it.”
“Wash the cum from your pussy so I can fuck you and go home,” I bit out, not wanting to think about marking her.
She chuckled, finding me amusing as she cupped her pussy and spread it open, fingering herself and washing the evidence of her fun night away. She pumped soap into her free hand, tilting her head at me.
“Come here so I can wash the slut from you.”
“You’re the biggest slut I know.”
“Touché,” she smirked, wrapping her soapy hand around my length as I joined her, stroking me while fingering herself. “I might be a slut, but those are your favorite. Admit it, no one fucks you like I do.”
“You need me to praise you for getting on your back for me like it was hard work?”
I was being a dick, but her eyes lit up at the idea of fighting with me, my dick jumping in her hand.
“Feel free to tell me how good I make you feel.” She tightened her grip on my dick, making me grit my teeth as she ran her thumb over my slit, smearing precum. “Say it. Say I fuck you better than anyone.”
I grabbed her throat and slammed her back against the cold tiles, the water pounding down against her face. My grip tightened and she gave me a sadistic smirk, telling me she knew she had me.
I slipped my hand between her thighs, roughly shoving two fingers inside her and not being gentle as I fucked her with them.
“You like your dirty cunt filled with cum? I can feel it in there, you filthy whore.” Something calmed inside of me the more I spat degrading shit at her, and she grew wetter by the second. I was in control and she wasn’t stopping me from taking charge.
“Yes,” she whimpered, and I released her throat to slap her cheek lightly, her pupils becoming blown with heat. “Fuck, do that again.”
“You want me to smack you for being a slut?” I demanded, slapping her a little harder this time. I pumped my fingers in and out of her, going harder as she came.
I spun her around and forced her face against the wall, fisting my ridiculously hard dick in my hand and sliding it up and down her pussy. I pushed inside her, wrapping her gorgeous blonde hair in my other hand.
“Fuck me hard. I want it to hurt,” she begged, and I was too far gone to rein myself in. I fucked her like my life depended on it, her cries bouncing off the walls, and a frustrated growl left me when my balls tightened then the feeling died again.
“Choke me,” she panted. “Choke me until I fight you.”
“Why would you want that?”
“Because you want to be the villain, and I like being your victim. Do it. Choke me. Just don’t drop me if I pass out.”
My balls tingled at the thought, and I needed to come so badly that I didn’t listen to the part of me that said it was wrong.
I turned her around and lifted her leg, slamming back inside and making her moan. Her nails dug into my back and I wrapped my fingers around her slender neck, holding her gaze as I started to squeeze. Her pupils were large, her pussy clenching around me as the oxygen started leaving her, and before long, her panic reflexes kicked in.
The more she fought me, the harder I became until I finally filled her pussy with hot cum, my hand leaving her throat as we both gasped and panted to catch our breaths.
Now I’d finished and was using my head again, reality hit me at what I’d done.
Tempest was still choking as my cum ran down her legs, mixing with the blood on her thighs from the cuts she’d given herself. Her throat had early signs of bruising, and her cheek was tinged pink from my palm.
I bailed so fucking fast that I was surprised I remembered to get dressed.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I shoved my wet limbs into my clothes, the water turning off behind me just before soft hands touched my back.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Tempest!” I shouted, confusion crossing her face.
“Why not? What’s wrong?”
“I fucking hurt you. Jesus Christ,” I hissed, grabbing her chin firmly to inspect her face before letting her go again. “Fuck!” I slammed my fist down on the sink, self-hatred burning inside of me. I was sick.