Page 19 of The Fixer

“Did you like them playing with you, little lamb?” he questioned, which caused my fingers to slow even as I rocked against the fullness of them. “Answer me.”

“I did,” I admitted through tears pricking my eyes.

“You enjoyed being fucked by them?” he continued in a sharp, clipped tone.

“I enjoyed having my inhibitions removed. They took away the fear of consequences, or guilt from enjoying being filthy while others watched us. I liked being watched by those creatures. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy and sensual.”

“Did Ransom fuck you?” There was something cold and lethal in the way he asked.

“Only with his fingers and mouth,” I replied honestly. “I thought he was you. I wanted you to touch me,” I continued as a third finger entered my aching slit. My spine lifted off the bed, and arched from the pleasure rushing through my center, churning and growing in intensity mirroring the storm outside. “I need you to fuck my mouth, Raithe.” I didn’t need him to. It was stronger than just need. It was an overwhelming craving to feel him driving his dick down my throat like a filthy, dick starved bitch. I was ravenously craving the pain he’d surely deliver as he forced his thick, enormous cock into the narrow channel.

“I know you do. The thing is, I’m not ready for you to suck my cock, Miss Reed. I’d rather taste this mess you’re creating of your lovely, swollen cunt.” His hands spread my thighs open farther until I yelped as pain burned from him stretching them too far apart. The feverish heat of his breath wafted along my inner thigh from trailing his mouth over the bruised flesh. “When they tasted your blood, did they hurt you?” he questioned before kissing a tender spot on my inner thigh where Ransom had bitten.

“Yes,” I replied with unshed tears thickening my words as they swelled in my throat. I had liked the pain of their teeth sinking into my flesh. Had I been in full control of my mind, I might have protested more, but I hadn’t. I’d enjoyed the painful tear of flesh as they’d marked my flesh with the sharp, elongated fangs.

“But you liked it,” he stated raspily as his tongue snaked out, slowly trailing over the bruises they’d left. Two fingers pushed into my pussy and spread apart within my cunt. “I watched you being a filthy girl, Elle. Your arousal was dripping from this pretty, pink cunt while they worshipped your gorgeous body. I hate them for knowing how you taste. I’ve fantasized over this luscious cunt dripping against my mouth, soaking my lips as I tasted your pleasure,” Raithe growled with irritation entering his tone. His feverish breath glided against my naked flesh, sending need rushing through me. I couldn’t ignore the rush of pleasure churning throughout my mind at the idea of him doing as he’d said.

“I need you to fuck me,” I implored huskily while trying to ride the fingers leisurely stretching my insides apart for his large, impressive cock to be able to fit within me. “I want you to make me your dirty whore, Raithe.”

Raithe pushed off the bed without warning. Grabbing my arm painfully, he wrenched me upright from the mattress before yanking me forward, off of it. Shoving me to my knees, he glowered down at me with a dangerous look roiling in his angry mien. The intoxicating fragrance of fury, lust, and arousal clouded the bedroom as he threaded his fingers through my hair, jerking my head back hard enough it singed my scalp with fire from being pulled.

“Open your pretty mouth and stick your tongue out, slut,” he commanded in a gravely tone which scraped over my flesh.

My brain itched with the panic which should’ve set in. Instead, only Ransom’s words were there, constantly bouncing off each brain cell. Pushing my tongue past my lips, I moaned as arousal built at my opening. My pussy was wet at the notion of sucking his cock off and having the control over his pleasure. I wanted him at my mercy.

“Good girl,” he praised as he used his other hand to free his sizeable, heavy cock from the confinement of his sweatpants. “Use your nose to breathe. Don’t swallow until I grant you permission to do so.” Tears entered my eyes and slowly trailed down my cheeks. His demeanor flashed a hint of regret before he concealed it quickly. “Look at what you’ve done to me, Miss Reed.” His cock brushed against my cheek before he ran the thick, rounded tip over my lips, painting them with his pre-come. It was softer than Arabian silk, and yet still hard as the finest American steel. “Taste what you’ve made me do.” He pushed the thick, rounded tip over the flat part of my tongue slowly, wiping his precome over it like he was cleaning his prick with mouth. The salty tang of his arousal created a soft, low whimper of need as Ransom’s demand grew louder in my mind.

The way he watched me was predatory. In the darkening blue stare was something dangerous, which was simmering just beneath the surface of his calm façade. His hand gripping my hair tightened as the lines of his face sharpened, then his cyan-colored eyes turned violet before crimson swallowed the lovely shade up. Without warning, Raithe invaded my throat aggressively as he held me in place.

His cock stretched my jaw until it fucking burned with the agonizing pain from stretching. The immediate instinct to swallow arose, but his warning warred with Ransom’s command. I would be a good slut and do as Raithe wanted. Drool pooled in my mouth, and then slowly dripped from the corner of my lips, and then slid down my chin as he slowly fed me inch after agonizing inch of his prick.

“You’re so beautiful with my dick fucking your tight throat. I bet it aches with how far those pretty red lips are being forced apart.” It etched tension lines in his face as he took in the sight of me on my knees, taking his cock like a good slut. “Swallow so I can get deeper in your inviting, fuckable throat, slut.” I swallowed around him, whimpering as he thrust forward, slamming deeper than my throat could handle. It screamed and singed with fiery pain from the delicious stretch. “I watched your lovely blue eyes growing heavy as you watched Alice taking Ransom’s dick so ravenously. You wanted to be her, and feel her agony. The idea of being used like a whore turned you on and you wanted your throat fucked. Didn’t you?” he asked, uncaring that my mouth was preoccupied with his cock. Licking the tender edge of his prick, I watched his eyes closing with the pleasure he felt before he withdrew without warning. “Answer me, or you’ll be left to suffer what happens to mortals when they’re unable to complete an order while under compulsion, Miss Reed.” Wiping away the drool, I nodded in reply. His palm touched my throat as he forced me to my feet by it alone. Raithe hissed in warning when I merely moaned at his manhandling and punishment. Narrowing his eyes on the way I responded to his rough hold, he chuckled softly. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

Tears singed my eyes at the reply. I was too horrified to utter a response to his question. No one had ever treated me like he currently was, in or outside of the bedroom. Only men who’d gently touched, or caressed my body as if I was made of glass. I’d craved a man to take control from me. I wanted to be manhandled and tossed around until every inch of my body ached with delicious pain. The thing was, I’d never had the balls to admit or voice what I liked done to me to another soul.

“Answer me,” he rumbled roughly between tightly gritted teeth.

“I don’t know,” I whimpered through trembling lips. “No one’s ever touched me with anything other than tenderness.”

“You mean they weren’t man enough to dominate you,” he uttered as he shoved me against the wall with brute force. “They couldn’t strip your tightly reined control from you, and they sure as shit couldn’t make you hand it over freely. But you’re a slutty little bitch who craves to be stripped of it, and tossed around until you’re bruised and covered in come. Tell me I’m wrong. You may not know what it feels like, but you sure as shit want to. Do you want to know what it’s like to be manhandled and fucked like a filthy slut?”

Each rough touch, or violent jarring of my body merely made my pussy wetter for him. I’d never been so turned on, or drenched in my entire life. Tears trickled down my cheeks as he pegged me so easily it started an actual ache in my chest. I wanted to know what it was like. How many times had I imagined being forced to yield to a man? How many times had I craved to feel a man’s hand around my throat as he drove his cock into my body while whispering filthy shit into my ear? Raithe silently studied my face while he awaited my reply, but he wasn’t enjoying being forced to wait for my internal battle to play out in my head. His hand around my throat tightened, and he made an annoyed sound from deep in his ribcage. Raithe scrutinized me with a look of exasperation.

“I don’t enjoy waiting for you to answer me when I ask you a simple question, Miss Reed. It’s not the holy fucking grail. Do you want me to manhandle you while I fuck your tight, pretty soft body?”

“I intimidate most men, Raithe,” I snapped icily as his eyes thinned with the tone, I used to answer him. “And if you’re fucking my throat, you can call me Elle, or Chevelle. If my lips are wrapped around your massive fucking dick, we’re beyond last names.” His brows shot up at my bitterly sharp scolding. Yanking me toward him by only his hold on my throat, he bared his teeth. My eyes blinked at the lengthy, sinister looking fangs protruding from his gums.

“When you choose to fuck me, I’ll use your given name,Miss Reed. Until then, you are whatever the fuck I choose to call you. Understand?” It took everything in me not to come from the way he’d forced me forward, or the coldness laced in his reply. I’d never put too much thought into being controlled, since giving any control to another person was dangerous. But the way Raithe touched me, and did so without hesitation, was freaking hot.

“Yes,” I replied after a moment.Fucking hell, I was really into this shit. Who knew that it only took being kidnapped, brought to a hidden island, forced into a midnight orgy of debauchery, and fed on by vampires to figure out you were a freaky bitch?

“Good whore,” he cooed sarcastically. “Get on your knees and ask me to fuck your warm throat.” Lowering to my knees, I tipped my head back before licking my bruised, sore lips.

“Fuck my throat like a filthy whore, Raithe,” I parroted Ransom’s order.

Raithe grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pressed his cock against my lips. “Open your fucking mouth and don’t swallow until you’ve taken every inch of my dick into your greedy throat.” He didn’t force his way in this time. Instead, he merely placed his thickly rounded tip on my tongue and waited expectantly. Ransom’s words were deafening as Raithe smiled wolfishly. “Let’s see what how well you can suck cock, little lamb.” I licked the tip until saliva was coating his length, and then I slammed every inch of him down my throat until my nose pressed against his abdomen. His loudly grunted gasp was the only sound in the room past the groan of agony I released around the enormous cock now buried to the hilt in my throat.

Pain seared my jaw as it screamed with misery. The mammoth prick suppressed the moan in my throat, preventing air, or sound from escaping past its lengthy, thick girth. My palms pressed against his thighs as I forced my tongue past my lips, tasting the coppery tang of blood as I licked the tight, rounded sack of his balls. His shuddered breath, and lust heavy stare was worth the agony.

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