Page 25 of Thicker Than Blood

“Throat me,” I said harshly before I pulled back and swung my hips forward while pulling her head down ramming my dick past her throat and down her gullet.

“Your throat and mouth are going to clean my dick,” I said fucking her neck, choking her while I sped up my movements. “Yeah, taste that cunt.”

Her fists tugged at the black straps attached to the back of the chair, but there was no escaping me. After a final thrust I withdrew, tilting her head up to look into her eyes while she gasped for air.

“Did your cunt taste good?” I asked purring the question out while watching her blink away tears.

“Woof,” she said croaking out the word from her raw throat.

I released her jaw before returning to her ass. Her cunt looked puffy wet when I guided my freshly bathed cock into her pussy, closing my eyes as her tight heat enveloped me. She cried out as I stretched her out again. I stared at her asshole before spitting on it and pushed my thumb inside, feeling both holes tighten around me. It wasn't enough.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair until her head tilted up similar to her earlier pose before I began to drive my cock inside, holding her ass, curling my thumb inside it, feeling her holes clutch me. She began to pant and bark for me. I responded by slamming into her cunt with deep thrusts. The beauty of her submission made me pummel her with vicious jabs until my pelvis smacked against her caned ass and thighs.

Her moans began to get louder, goading me while her pussy coated me with another layer of her arousal as thick and creamy as the last. I released her hair to hold her hip when the chair tipped forward from my rapid thrusts.

“Cum for me, bitch. Let me feel you cream all over my cock,” I said, gritting the words out between clenched teeth as my balls grew tight.

I stabbed my thumb in and out of her tight asshole while pile-driving into her restrained body, fucking her so deep that the head of my cock began to bump into something inside of her. The pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge and shescreamed before her pussy began to spasm around me. Her muscles massaging my cock and like last time she milked me with her tight cum forcing my seed to shoot into her waiting hot pussy. Her ass gripped my thumb and her pussy strangled my cock while I continued to empty my balls inside her.

Absolute perfection.

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When I checked my phone, it was a little after one am, yet I lay in bed awake. After licking me clean I released her to bathe her but ended up pinning her to the shower wall with my dick pounding her asshole. She was addictive—to have complete control of her was becoming my addiction.

There was one more week left before I returned home and there would be a new playroom created for my pet bitch. A room designed for every dark fantasy I had about Amari as my dog. In all my planning to seek revenge against the Jenson family, I never considered the possibility that my target would enjoy every nasty thing I did to her.

She stirred in her cage, mumbling something in her sleep before I heard her moving around until she settled down again.

My revenge wasn't as clear-cut as I’d imagined it to be. It was emerging and adapting into something unique.

Chapter 18

Amari

My neck felt bare without my collar and I kept reaching up to touch the empty space. Almost two weeks later, I was wearing clothes. It felt strange to wear them, being able to speak and walking on two feet, but after a month of living like a dog with my Master, my mind felt splintered. There was a degree of comfort living like a human pet. It was a simple life with little to worry about.

There was life before becoming a target of his revenge and my life after the chaotic event. I opened the gate and walked down the garden path, feeling empty without my tail plugged inside of me. The love for my family came rushing back as I reached the door. I was doing this for them. To protect them from ruin.

“Amari. You’re home!” Alcina said running towards me.

I grinned at my little sister’s excitement and lifted her up as she hit my body, giving me the hug I needed.

Healthy human contact for six hours to feed my soul until next month.

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“Mum, why did you stay with him?” I asked my mum quietly as she sliced the onions.

“Christos?” she asked as I nodded before I looked around to make sure Alcina wasn’t around.

“It wasn’t a typical romance story, that’s for sure. We had a difficult journey but stepping out in front of his car was the best thing that happened to me,” she said before quickly wiping her tears away. “I was leaving with you but my mind was in a state of panic.”

“I can imagine, Mum,” I murmured before squeezing her hand.

I was too young to remember being a toddler when my mum left my father in the dead of the night. Although she met Christos and knew him for several years, I didn’t meet him until they got serious.

“He insisted on taking me to the hospital. When it came to parting ways, instead of going to a woman’s refuge centre, he insisted that he had an empty apartment we could live in for as long as we needed. We were good friends to begin with, but as I started to recover from your dad, we grew close. He helped piece me back together again,” she said with a faraway look in her eyes before she smiled faintly. “We were complete opposites, but matters of the heart took over for me. It was complicated for him and I tried to break it off with him, but in the end, neither of us could do it.”

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