Page 11 of All Your Pain

I stroll to my closet and she follows behind me like the curious little kitty she is. “Whatever game this is, just stop it already!”

I ignore her as I reach up to find some spare rope for her ankles. Then she gasps. I freeze for a second knowing exactly what’s got her attention.

There are scars all over my body but the one on my back is the most noticeable, a large patch of burned skin from when I was younger.

It’s the one that gets to me the most, I can still smell the stench of burning flesh when I think about that night and hear the screams that filled the house. But none of them were mine.

Before that night, I tried to fake my way through life, by pretending to hurt but I never got the timing of my false cries right or they would be wrong for the level of pain I should have been feeling.

After being mocked for so long, I stopped trying to blend in and let myself be the weirdo everyone thought I was. Not feeling as my own flesh set on fire was the final nail in my coffin. I told myself I’d never let it bother me again.

When I turn around, she’s facing the other way with her arms wrapped tight around herself. I get the urge to pull her back into my chest and tell her that everything’s okay but that’s a lie.

“Get on the bed,” I say, my patience starting to wear thin. She hesitates for a second, her shoulders bunching up but then she does what she’s told.

The sway of her hips is hypnotic as I watch her perky ass saunter away. It’s pretty much guaranteed that her ass has never been touched before and just like her pussy I’ll take every part of her for myself.

Adjusting my obvious erection in my sweats, I follow her to the bed. I lift her legs onto it where she’s sat on the edge, then she just lies there as I wrap the rope around her ankles. I need it tight enough for her not to struggle out of it but I don’t exactly need to deal with her losing a foot if I accidentally cut her circulation off so I pay close attention to her expression as I bind her.

I’ve never had to worry about taking anything too far on someone else before. The people I usually tie up always end up dead anyway.

I was only planning on having her in here so I could sleep, but now that she’s here,in my bed,I can’t stop myself from slipping out of my sweats and pulling her back against my chest. The feel of her soft, smooth body against my rough skin feels strangely pleasant. It’s something I want to be able to feel more of. As Itry to sleep, I can’t help but imagine falling asleep like this every night.

My cock keeps insistently poking into her ass, keeping me awake. I trail my fingers along her side then find her nipple playing with it until it peaks. Then I pinch until she whimpers.

“You can call me Dean rather thanasshole.”

She whimpers again and I keep pinching wanting to hear her cry but this time she moans instead.

My cock can’t take any more, I part her thighs from behind, just enough for my cock to slide up against her pussy then I bite down on her shoulder as I thrust inside her.

She tenses up as she gives me a small scream.

“This pussy feels so good so full of my come already. Going to fill you up again and you’re going to take it all.”

I lick the mark I just left on her shoulder and tease her clit with my fingers. She just lies there and takes it, her pussy fluttering around me as I bite and lick every part of her I can reach.

“Please, stop,” she moans.

“Can’t do that, little kitten. Need your pussy so bad.”

I fuck her fast, barely pulling out of her, I need the constant feel of her tightness wrapped around me.

“Can’t come again,” she says quietly to herself.

“Yes, you can. You can come for me.”

I switch from rubbing her clit to pinching it harder and harder until she’s crying out for me to stop but I can’t, not when we’re both this close. I slap the sensitive bud with my fingers and she screams out my fucking name.

“Dean!”

I slam into her once more and growl out my release with a sense of triumph. That was all it took to have her screaming for me.

“Fuck, should have got myself a little sex kitten so much sooner.” I kiss the bite on her shoulder then run my hand up over her breasts to her throat.

She's quiet as we lie there catching our breath, I can feel her pulse calm down beneath my fingers and soon enough her breaths even out as she falls asleep, or passes out more like.

I don’t pull out of her. Instead I let myself drift off into a peaceful sleep rooted deep inside her.