Page 17 of A Heart of Sin and Evil

I don't know why but that's what I want, and that's what I'm going to get. I slide my cocks in and out of her pussy and ass, fucking them slowly.

She groans and squirms beneath me. I can feel her pussy juices dripping down my balls. I want it to drip all over. I want to feel her pussy tightening around my cock. I want to see her come. I want to watch her orgasm again like she just did.

And just like that, she does. I feel her pussy tighten around me, and it takes everything in me not to spill inside of her as she cries out and trembles around me.

I groan.

"Good little slave. You did it. I'm going to fuck you harder now. I'm going to fuck you until I fill you up."

Still, she says nothing. Not that it would matter if she did. I like seeing her squirm underneath me. I'm enjoying fucking her more than I thought I would.

I like seeing her like this. I like making her like this. I like her fear of me. It's necessary. I'm going to give her what she needs. A good hard fucking.

Apparently, it's also what I need.

I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to her squirming underneath me as she comes and when the final wave of her orgasm hits her, I'm going to pleasure myself inside her without another thought.

I'm going to fuck her until I'm numb, until I'm satisfied. I'm going to fuck her until she's satisfied. But why I care about that is a mystery.

What is it about this little vixen that has me so concerned for her pleasure?

I'm going to leave her a quivering mess. A needful mess. I'm going to leave her with a hole that aches for me.

She'll never think of another man again. She'll never want another man again.

There will be only me.

She's going to be my slave, and she's going to return every orgasm I give her.

I have her pinned. I'm holding her hands over her head. I'm not letting her move. She's not going anywhere. She's mine. It's what she wants. It's what she needs. I know what I'm doing.

I can feel her squirming underneath me. I can feel her trying to free herself from my grasp. I want her to struggle. I like it when she struggles. It makes fucking her that much more pleasurable. I don't want to let her go. She can struggle all she wants, but not if she wants another orgasm.

I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back. "Do you like my cocks inside you, slave?"

I shove my cocks deeper into her pussy and ass.

"Do you?" I repeat. "Speak!"

"Yes," she whimpers.

I pull on the rope around her neck. "My name," I command. "Is Selliss. Say it."

"Y-yes, Selliss," she stutters.

I release my hold on her makeshift collar. "Good girl. I'm going to come in you." I shove my cocks deeper into her pussy and ass. I grab her hair and pull it tightly. "I'm going to fill you up."

"Yes, Selliss."

"Come for me again, slave," I order. "I want to see your juices drip over my balls. I want to see it."

"Yes, Selliss."

"That's a good girl," I hiss through clenched teeth.

I fuck her harder.

"That's my good little slave. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck your pussy. I'm going to fill it up. Then I'm going to fuck your ass. I'm going to feel it squeeze my cock. I'm going to fill it up, too. I'm going to fuck your holes until I can't take it anymore."