this bed, pack your bags, and get the hell out of my fucking castle? Then say so.”
Her mouth purses like she’s barely holding back from cursing me out and her hips buck underneath me.
But she doesn’t say a word. I smile cruelly.
Then I take my belt, grab her wrists, and proceed to use it to tie her hands to the headboard.
The position exposes her breasts and makes them arch outwards. I can’t help leaning over and drawing one into my mouth. She cries out again, but this time it’s an ecstatic sound, and when she writhes underneath me, it’s not to buck me off. She’s melting. Already I know her body so well and it’s a fucking high to feel her response.
But then it flashes through my mind like poison: the image of him on top of her, his hands on these perfect breasts.
And I bite down on her precious nipple.
“Logan!” she shouts, high and breathy, cumming hard.
My cock goes rock hard. The pain. She’s orgasmed from the pain again. Oh fuck.
I lathe her nipple as she writhes underneath me and then I switch to the other, only letting up long enough to demand, “Do it again. Do it again now.”
Then I suckle her other nipple to the point of pain, and, right as her writhing is at its most violent, I bite down again.
Again her moaning cries reach a fever pitch. “Logan, oh gods, Logan, yes, please. I— I lo—”
I slam a hand over her mouth as I raise up and straddle her, undoing the button of my fly. I straddle those perfect breasts and then order, “Silence.”
Then I move my hand from her mouth to cover her eyes as I pull out my cock and begin to roughly stroke it. I’m wearing the mask but it only covers half my face and I’m too exposed. She can’t see what she does to me.
Oh fuck, she’s so beautiful tied up and laid out underneath me like a feast. She’s still twisting and writhing, no doubt trying to get more friction on her clit or her breasts but she won’t find either.
Though that doesn’t mean I won’t tease her with what she won’t ever have again. I press my cock between the valley of her luscious breasts.
And almost pass out from the filthy fucking picture it makes.
I have to defile her smooth, blemish free skin. I have to mark her as fucking mine. I fist my cock painfully and drag up and down. I grab my balls roughly and squeeze, then go back to stroking myself.
“Please, Logan, I want to see,” she whimpers.
“Quiet,” I growl, one hand still firmly in place over her eyes. She’ll never see me vulnerable like this. But I still have to mark her. I’ve never felt a more carnal drive in my whole fucking life.
“No, fuck quiet,” I suddenly decide. “Beg me,” I demand. “Beg to be painted in my cum.”
She swallows hard and a shudder runs through her body. “Please Logan. I- I want your cum. I want every part of you. I want to feel your cum on my tits. I- I need it. I want to feel you spurt so hot on me. I want you to rub it in and claim me—”
“Oh fuck,” I groan and I can’t hold it back any more.
“Logan, make me dirty with your cum—”
Cum jets out of my cock so hard it splatters all over her tits and into the hollow of her throat. Her back arches and she thrusts her breasts out to receive even more of my cum, which just keeps shooting out in the most powerful fucking spurts I’ve ever experienced.
And then I do just as she begged. I rub it into every inch of her breasts, massaging and marking her with my cum like it’s the most expensive lotion.
When I’m done, we’re both panting like we’ve run a marathon.
I want to collapse on top of her. I want to hold her to me. I remember the one and only night we spent together back when she was really my girl. Or at least back before the world had corrupted her.
Maybe she was always this...this deceitful thing, and I just couldn’t see it back then. But no, she was just a young woman in pain. I truly don’t believe there was malice in her back then. Although I don’t know if I can even trust myself anymore. Everything I thought I knew… I was such a fool, so blindsided by what was to