Page 90 of Tormented
“Feel good still?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I rock my hips slow, relishing every moan and whimper she makes as I slip out almost all the way and then slam deep again. Her eyes close, her smile genuine as she lets her head roll to the side. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Even more so when her jaw goes slack, each vicious thrust of my hips sending her body jolting up the wall.
I lift a hand to her throat and come close to blowing my load in her after I take in the sight that is my fingers pressed tight around her neck. Her groans are garbled, smothered by the pressure I have on her windpipe, but damn it all if her cunt doesn’t clamp down on me with each flex of my fingers.
“You keep this up, girl, and I won’t last long.”
“I need more,” she chokes.
Fuck me—what’s it going to take? “Like?”
“Hurt me. Tell me I’m a filthy whore.”
My filthy whore. “Yeah?” I lean in and give her earlobe a firm nip. Her cunt clamps hard around my cock. “You like a little pain, bitch?”
“More.”
Fuck—I can’t do it like this. She gasps as I drop her feet to the floor, unsheathing myself in the process. I reach over and direct the showerhead to the wall, and then point to the tiles beneath our feet.
“Hands and knees.”
She drops instantly.
My stance wide around her hips, I bend my knees and reach down to jerk her backside higher with an arm looped around her waist, placing my other hand on the back of her head to drive the side of her face into the floor. She bears her weight on one shoulder and places both hands at the small of her back. Goddammit, she’s too fucking compliant.
“I need you to do something for me now, baby.”
“Anything. What do you need?”
“Fight me.” With the hand from her waist, I line myself up and slam into her pussy.
She cries out, startled for the briefest second before she tries to get away. Good girl. Her legs pedal, knees slipping over the wet floor as she attempts to kick my feet out from under me, but it’s no use. I pound into her hard, her cheek smashed into the tiles with my hand still firmly in her hair.
Abbey flings both arms down and presses up, but she’s no match for me. The pressure builds in my groin, the sight of her struggling to get out from under me too perfect.
I’m a sick and fucking twisted bastard, but each to their own, right?
“Get the fuck off me,” she growls. Her pussy stops gripping me so tight, and I wonder for a second if she actually means it.
That is, until I place my thumb against the rose of her ass and the fight drains right out of her. She groans deep and throatily, pushing back against me as I continue to hammer her cunt. My hips are leaving red marks against her butt where I slam into her so hard, but the bitch loves it . . . almost as much as she loves my thumb exploring her ass.
“You like that, huh?” I grit out between my teeth. “My little whore likes her ass bein’ toyed with?”
“Fuck yes.”
“How bad?”
“So bad.”
I press a little harder, testing what her reaction would be if I were to slip inside. “You’ve stopped fightin’ me, Abbey-girl.”
She pulls away, trying to twist her body under mine. I let her, but only because I want her on her back for the next part. She rolls and her hands fly, nails connecting with my shoulders and neck. She sure as fuck wasn’t kiddin’ about the role play. I wrestle both wrists into my hold, pinning them against the wall over her head with one hand while I grip her throat with the other. She strains against my hold, a well-placed thumb to the point of her jaw keeping her still.
“No more scratchin’, okay?” Last thing I need is King asking questions when he sees the marks.
She nods, placing her feet flat either side of where I now kneel awkwardly between her legs in the cramped space, and shuffles her butt up my thighs in search of penetration. Impatient little puppy. I give her what she deserves and thrust inside again, resuming the brutal pace from before. The pressure from my thumb on her throat is making the flesh underneath turn white, her face slowly growing more and more red as I search out that fucking finish line.