Page 82 of For Fillies and Monsters

His dark eyes sear into mine, his arms trembling. “I will not be gentle or kind. I’ve waited too fucking long. I am a monster, a villian—I take what I want and revel in your fear and pain. It’s best you don’t forget that.” His tongue sweeps angrily along his bottom lip before he draws it between his teeth in concentration. Dark brows pulled low over his eyes, he shifts his hips—never releasing his grip on my thighs.

Not waiting for me to respond—which is good, because I’m incapable of uttering a single word at this point—he grips the side of my panties. Without breaking eye contact with my center, he sucks in a single breath and rips the fabric with a harsh pinch against my skin, leaving me completely exposed.

The heat of embarrassment and nerves course through me, mixing with the heady wave of arousal—What if we are caught? What if someone sees him between my legs?

There has never been a more erotic image in my life.

I want them to see him bowing to me.

Me—the trauma-ridden, broken, and abused girl, addicted to adrenaline and sex, used up and filthy in the eyes of the world. His eyes on me, his hands on my body, are better than any drug—I feel invincible.

“Beg.”

My eyes snap to his, which now scour my face, his arms full-on shaking with his need.

“Wh-what?” I stammer.He can’t be serious.

He growls, shifting his body, his breath now warm and blowing across my aching pussy.

“Beg, Little Filly. Beg me to tongue fuck you, to make you come. Beg me to break you.” His voice is a deep growl, and we both know I’ve lost all power here. I want his face buried in my pussy so deep that he drowns in it, and will do anything to make it happen. At this moment, I need him worse than I need oxygen, and he knows it.

“Please,” I whisper hoarsely. Gus continues to hover there, his molten eyes staring straight into my soul. “Please, I need you, Gus.”

He snaps, the words a knife through any remaining hesitation, his mouth covering my throbbing clit. He’s a beast, crazed with bloodlust, and I’m the helpless prey. His mouth devours me, his teeth first tugging my soft lips into his mouth, where he sucks and licks with the hunger of a dying man. I watch his head bob back and forth as he attempts to consume my entire pussy, sucking and pulling as much of me into his mouth as he can hold.

I cry out, forgetting my surroundings and the people only feet from us outside of these shadows, and Gus stills, growling against my aching, wet core. Before I can process, Gus stands up and I go to cry out again, my mouth open to protest him stopping, when he shoves my cream-covered panties in. He slaps a hand over my mouth and nose, and I stare into his rage-filled eyes, trying and failing to get oxygen.

“So help me God, Stetson. If you alert anyone and ruin this for me, you will wish you had never agreed to let me put my hands on you. Do you understand?” I continue to stare, caught between being terrified and delirious with pent-up need. “Nod and show me you’re a good girl.”

I nod quickly, desperate for him to continue, desperate for his praise.

Dropping to his knees with a thud, he pushes my thighs apart once more, taking a slow lick across my dripping cunt. I quiver, biting into the fabric in my mouth to keep from crying out again. “Mmm, fuck!” he grinds out, his tongue flat as he licks me from the crease of my ass to the top of my clit. “So.” Lick. “Fucking.” Lick. “Good.” Lick.

I whine, my eyes clamped so tightly closed that stars start dancing precariously in the darkness. I’m so far gone, so at his mercy, that there is nothing I won’t do to keep his tongue on me.

He runs a finger slowly along the seam of my pussy lips, his calluses rough against my soft flesh, sending sparks skittering across my skin. He reaches my center, running that finger in a tight circle before pushing inside with a sharp shove. Withdrawing slowly, then adding a second finger, he shoves in again. The intrusion is rough, and unrelenting, similar to our first kiss—there’s pain deliciously mixing with the pleasure as he stretches me.

He pumps his fingers inside me at a wicked pace, filling me just enough to make me ache for more. As he strokes his fingers, his tongue laps at my clit, the small bundle of nerves exploding with lightning bolts of sensation. He sucks and licks the bud, bordering on pain.

It feels so good it hurts.

The base of my spine begins to tingle, the beginning of an orgasm forming, and I chase after it, desperate to come down from the cliff he is edging me to jump over.

Right as I’m nearing that fiery pinnacle, my stomach and legs trembling, he pulls both his fingers and lips away.

My eyes fly open, crying out around the fabric in my mouth, and stare down at him. He looks up to me, his eyes glittering—he is a monster—his torture is intentional and savage.

“Please,” I mumble around the fabric.

He drags a lazy finger through my folds once more before he speaks. “You’re so close, Little Filly. But let me ask you, when you come for me, will you be broken? Will you be mine?” His hoarse voice rolls across my skin like gravel. I nod frantically—anything to get his mouth back on me. Doesn’t matter that I just signed my soul away to the Devil; I’d do it over and over again to have him like this.

“Look at me when I make you come, Stetson.” I look back down at him, my arousal glistening in the stubble covering his jaw, bordering on enough to make me come without another touch.

“Do you want to come?” he asks, violence lacing his words. I’m about to spit out the panties in my mouth and demand he finish what he started when he chuckles, the sound sending goosebumps skittering over my skin. Then, lowering his head, his eyes never leaving mine, he uses one hand to spread my pussy lips, the other pushing inside of me slowly. His tongue flattens, running it up through my spread lips once more. I’m panting, chest heaving, fighting every cell in my body to keep my eyes open and on him. I don’t want to miss a second of this, of him on my knees making me come.

I feel dirty and depraved, and yet never more free or alive. I’ve always seen sex as a thing to do in the dark, in the privacy of a locked door, in the night. But Gus is shattering every single one of those realities as his tongue plunges into me like a spear. I don’t want those things anymore—I want to see the dark demon kneeling between my legs, in the light of day, because I am his, and he doesn’t care who sees.

“Do you hate me now?” he questions, lapping at my pussy again.

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