Page 17 of Beneath Her Skin

That he is.

“If you come while I carve this word in your cock, it's all yours. Your last chance to come before I end your sorry excuse for a life.” I chuckle, thinking there is no way that this man will come.

I switch out the shard of glass for one that's especially dull, just so he can feel every letter as I make them. The burn he must feel on his most sensitive appendage as the glass breaks through the thin layer of skin is making me shiver with excitement. Roy has his teeth clenched so tightly that I think they’re going to break. And I hope they do.

“Come on, can’t you come for me?" I give him a firm stroke, then continue to the next letter as I continue to laugh and taunthim. “Such a waste of a pretty cock. If only you weren’t such a worthless pig.”

R-A-P-I-S-T

The blood drips down into my palm, a combination of mine and his. He winces and groans in pain. I love watching him squirm like the weak man that he is. He’s on the verge of passing out from the pain and we can’t have this. I want him to suffer every single second that he’s still breathing.

“Make him come now. I’ll bet it will be excruciating with your hand rubbing the cuts.”

You don’t really think he’d still be able to come, do you? You think he’s that much of a sick and twisted fuck?

“Only one way to find out. No spit though. Make it dry. Let him chafe.”

Diabolical.

Roy’s head slumps forward like he’s going to pass out, so I drag my nail from his taint and up his balls. “I thought you wanted to come. Well, here’s your last chance. One last release before I cut this dick off and make you choke on it.” I grip the base of his cock and make sure to have a firm grasp on him while I jerk up toward the tip.

“Stop!” He screams, his face pales as I continue to tug at him. “Stop, stop, I don’t want it anymore. Fuck… stop you stupid cunt.” His face twists in pain as my dry, blood-coated palm rubs against the broken skin of his shaft.

“Stop. Is that even a word in your vocabulary? Oh, wait. Stop means keep going... I forget, stop is the same as no to you men. Otherwise… when your wife would scream for you to stop, or when she said no, you’d actually stop.” I stroke him faster, making sure that my palm rubs directly over the fresh cuts. His muscles in his thighs tighten and his hips instinctually thrust forward.

“Looks like your body still wants it, Roy.” I look up at him, disgust on my face as his face twists with pain, but his body fights against him. It’s an internal battle between pain and pleasure—unwanted pleasure.

“Oh, god…stop…please. I can’t…” He whines, hips flexing forward, chasing the release.

“Mmm, no. I don’t think I will.”

“Oh, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Definitely.

A few more firm strokes and he’s a whimpering, disgusting mess. Muttering under his breath. “I’m gonna come. Fuck. Stop.”

The head of his cock aimed toward my waiting palm as he comes. The warm liquid fills my palm in short spurts while he starts to cry. Part of me thinks they are tears of relief, but who knows, and I sure as fuck don’t care.

I stand, my hand cupped, and I stare at him. “Color me surprised that you actually came. Guess the body does things of its own accord. Here, Roy boy... I saved this just for you. I figured you deserved to taste your depravity before you die.”

He goes to scream but I shove the handful of his cum into his face. Keeping his mouth open as I smear it all over his face, getting as much of it in his mouth before I force it closed. I pinch his nose and give him a menacing look.

“Now, swallow.” And I watch his throat flex as his cum goes down. I lean into his ear and whisper. “I bet you taste like shit.”

5

I’m standing in front of Roy, my eyes fixed on his terrified, blood and cum covered face as he sits bound and helpless in the chair. My hand tightens around the dull glass shard, the same one I used to carve those words into his skin. The words that will forever be a reminder of his cruelty, of the pain he’s inflicted on those he’s supposed to love.

As I look at him, I feel the burning, fiery rage coursing through my veins. It’s a rage that’s been building, fueled by every scream, every tear, and every plea for help that he surely inflicted. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my breath comes in quick gasps as I try to calm myself down.

“We need to end this. Now, Nova. End his sorry excuse of a life. Give them peace.”

Peace. Freedom.

No more fear.

I glance down at Roy’s cock, and my stomach twists with disgust. That thing has brought so much pain and suffering to his wife. It’s a symbol of his power, of his control over those who are weaker than him.

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