Page 60 of Deviant

But the little bitchisshowing me up, isn’t she?

I showed her a moment of kindness, I proved what rewards obedience would give. Right now, she’s spitting all of that back in my face.

I grab the knife, shoving the blade close to her eyes. “Make yourself come, or I will fuck you with this.”

“Go ahead,” she retorts. “Fuck me with it. I’m not your performing monkey.”

Oh but you are. And the sooner you accept that, the more fun we’ll both have.

I snarl, shoving the blade deep into her and she lets out a shriek of pain. It’s not sharp enough to do any real damage, only surface level, but her blood starts dripping down, making the handle slick, while my cock is straining to force her submission in another, far more satisfying way.

Conrad sits back, watching the interaction in silence.

When I toss the used knife in his direction, he picks it up and licks the thing, savouring all her body’s juices, blood and all.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she?” I state.

He nods, that hunger as evident in his eyes as it is in mine.

Lilianna is still fighting, still trying to act like she has any semblance of control over this. I lift her up, spin her and slam her body onto the table. It’s a sign of how much weight she’s lost that I’m able to throw her body around as I do now.

Plates and glasses go flying. The sound of crockery breaking mixes with her protests.

Her hands are slapping out, hitting me, hitting Conrad, she’s doing everything she can to try to stop this.

“She really is a fighter.” Conrad grins.

“Why do you think I’ve been enjoying myself so much?” I reply as he grabs her arms to hold her down.

Any other woman would cry, any other woman would start begging, pleading, gasping for mercy. But not her. No, she starts swearing, cursing, fighting back with words now that she’s unable to do anything physically to help herself.

My cock weeps with needs as I pull it out. I only fucked her hours earlier and yet it feels like I’ve been a starved man, that I’ve been abstinent far too long.

I force my way inside her, feeling the way her muscles contract, the way her cunt welcomes me in, despite the butchery of the blade only moments ago.

She snarls more. She jerks her hips, only, that gives me a hit of pleasure I know she didn’t intend.

“Keep going.” I taunt. “Keep resisting.”

She screws her face up before spitting at me and I groan. Doesn’t she realise the more she fights, the more she turns me on?

“Need to block up that mouth.” Conrad mutters, undoing his own trousers. With one look to me for the go-ahead, he forces her jaw open and rams himself into her.

Her protests turned to muffled moans and each one she’s forced to choke on as he starts brutally fucking her mouth.

“Little bitch.” He groans. “Take my cock, fucking enjoy it.”

I watch her lips get bruised, I watch her mouth as it’s forced to submit and it’s a beautiful thing, a majestic thing. It’s a work of art and a punishment all in one.

With his free hand he holds her down, keeping her in place while I carry on fucking her cunt.

Her tits are bouncing back and forth. The little dress I put her in has slipped enough that even if the fabric wasn’t see-through, we’d see everything.

I reach up, tearing if off her. “Clothes are a privilege.” I state, slapping the side of her face for good measure. “And right now, you have none.”

She glares back at me. All the defiance I thought was tamed is back full force, but I know how to manage that, how to deal with that and to revel in it.

I lower my hand, finding her clit and she shuts her eyes as I begin manipulating it.

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