Page 85 of Creep

“Fuck, that’s it,” he said, rubbing me harder. My fists clenched tightly, and I closed my eyes. The second orgasm hit me like a freight train. I was no longer able to do anything except lie there and try not to let the sensation overwhelm me.

Too late.

It was too fucking late.

He slapped my pussy once more.

I screamed. “Stop doing that.”

He laughed. “Even when I abuse this little pussy of yours, it still weeps for me, doesn’t it?”

I had no words for him. And as if to prove his point, he slapped it two more times, harder than before.

I turned around and slapped him on the chest.

He retaliated by flicking at my clit sharply.

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Why?” I repeated. “Because it hurts.”

“It’s mine.”

“My…it’snot yours.”

He laughed, bringing one hand up and cupping my breast. “Say it, baby. Say the word. Cunt.”

He pinched my nipple, twisting it from side to side before pulling on it roughly.

I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to give in.

The pull came a little harder.

I moved a little toward the force, trying hard not to resist, lessening the pain, but he knew what he was doing.

“Stalker.”

He pulled even harder.

“My cunt,” I gritted out.

“Good girl.”

He let go of me, and I let out a small sigh of relief as he soothed the sting with gentle touches of his palm. There was something seriously wrong with him.

And there was something seriously wrong with me.

“Let’s go to sleep, baby.”

I was too goddamn tired to argue with him. My mind was nothing more than a mess, and… sleep sounded good now.

He pulled the blanket over our bodies.

“My clothes.” I made a half-hearted attempt to look for them when he pulled me back into his arms.

“Sleep naked.”

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