Page 18 of Tempt Me

I flinched, knowing that with this, it always came.

Smack!

My body fell to the ground. My cheek burned with the strike, and my head felt dizzy.

“When will you learn, silly little girl?” he said, staring at his hand while standing over me. “You defy me, and I will punish you for your indiscretions. No one wants a whore, Fallon dear. This is for your own good.”

I covered my head, not wanting to get any other damage to my brain tonight.

He ripped at the fabric, the buttons popping and flying throughout the room, leaving little clicking noises as they bounced on the ground away from me.

“This body belongs to me,” he continued, fondling my breasts and tearing at my underwear.

My stomach rolled with nausea, and I prayed this wouldn’t last long.

“You don’t show another man what is mine.”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him as he took from me. I tried to think of something else. My mind landed on the man with crystalline green eyes and tattoos covering his body, his dangerous words echoing in my ears, blocking out the grunts of the monster on top of me.

I will be seeing you again, Little Voyeur.

Nine

Persistence: The consistent state of being.

Yet why did I feel like there were no consistencies in my life at all? Nothing but death.

“Fuck.”

I ground harder into the woman underneath me. My dick was deep in this woman, yet I felt like I couldn’t get comfortable. The other female was on her hands and knees, turned around where her ass faced me. The dildo vibrated her clit, and the crescendo of the two moaning should have made me feral.

“Oh god, yes. Stranger, yes!” Thing one said. I ignored that she didn’t know my name, and honestly, I didn’t know or care about either of their names either.

“Mmm, I want that dick next. Let me suck all of the come off for you daddy.” At least thing two was patient.

I smacked her ass hard, the echo vibrating through my apartment. The other girl flipped around, and started to suck my balls, while getting fucked by the dildo by thing one. Usually, I didn’t fuck in this shit hole, but there had been a murder, and the streets were closed down temporarily until they scraped off a dead guy from the concrete. Easy bar lays were the only option until that cleared.

“You are a god! You know every single spot inside me. Oh, god.”

That pissed me off, and I fucked her harder, gripping the bitch underneath me by the throat, and flipping her ass over to use.

“I’m not a fucking god, you filthy slut. Now shut the fuck up while I bring you to one.”

She orgasmed. The pulsing sensation made my dick jump half-heartedly and squeeze out my release onto the other girls tits and stomach.

This was what sex was for me now: a constant need to ‘get off’ but only managing to get to some form of peak and mechanically dripping a pathetic mess without so much as feeling a single flutter.

Yippee.

I don’t know why I even bother.

I guess, it simply kept the thing from waking me up at night.

I hadn’t seen the woman in three days. The one that clouded my mind, and the reason these two whores were red heads. Nothing quite like that lemon strawberry, but enough to imagine the threads I pulled were that feisty student of mine.

Damnit Roe, You need to stop fantasizing about fucking a student. Like you don’t have enough issues.

I figured she’d probably dropped my class anyways, which made sense. I couldn’t blame her, but I had to admit it annoyed me that she wasn’t there anymore.

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