Page 28 of Perilous

She reaches back and unsnaps her bra. She’s shaking. But it’s not fear. She’s beyond fear by now.

You fucking like this… you slut…

Her bra falls forward and her tits are just…there. Beautiful handfuls of soft skin and rich, pink nipples. Sweet, perked buttons, tempting me to be touched and sucked. Tempting me to be bitten so hard that they bleed.

“Cup your tits and show me them,” I order my new pet.

Annika does as told. Her hands are still shaking.

I step closer to her and grab her wrists. Her tits fall free and give the sweetest little bounce I’ve ever seen.

“Quit fucking shaking, doll,” I tell her. “You’ve lost. This is your fate now. This is where you are. Stop thinking about yesterday. Stop thinking about tomorrow…”

She blinks. I let her hands go and they fall to her sides. I use my pointer finger on my right hand to turn her head a little. I stare at her left cheek. So pretty and clean.

“… or else…” I whisper.

I pull my right hand back and swing, connecting with Annika’s cheek so hard that the smacking sound muffles her scream.

Almost instantly, my handprint appears on her cheek.

She looks at me in shock, eyes welling up with tears.

“Now touch your cunt and show me the truth,” I command her.

I want to see her fingers fucking soaked from me slapping her face. My new pet likes it this way.

Find her. Bring her back.

Fuck that.

Find her. Fucking kill her.

The torn up thoughts in my head and the sting on my fingers from slapping her has my cock pulsing with a deep ache.

Annika moves her right hand between her legs and touches. For a second I’m thinking I’m going to have to punish her again for not listening. But, she’s a good pet and peels her panties to the side and strokes her cunt with two fingers. Just once.

“Show me,” I tell her again.

Annika holds out her right hand. Just as I predicted. Her fingertips are glistening with sweet, warm cunt honey. Fresh from the source.

I catch her scent flirting with my nose, offering a straight line to my brain like I’ve just snorted a line of cocaine. My brain activates like my cock.

Next thing I know I grab her wrist and squeeze tight. I take deep breaths. I feel like I’m a vampire in some cheesy teen novel, where the girl pricks her finger open just a little and the vampire can’t help himself.

Annika’s cunt juice is like the life force of blood.

I pull her arm toward me. She lets out a cry of pain as I almost tear her shoulder out of its socket. Her fingers are then inside my mouth. The taste of her cunt is almost too much and nothing is ever too much for me.

I pull her fingers from my mouth. I refuse to swallow.

“Open your fucking mouth and tilt your head back,” I tell her.

Annika obeys.

Fucking beautiful.

I lean over and scratch my teeth against my tongue, collecting spit and her cunt honey. I spit into Annika’s mouth. Of course that doesn’t erase the taste in my mouth of her cunt. And it only serves to turn me on even more watching my spit in her mouth. Knowing she’s tasting my mouth and her own body.

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