Page 32 of Executing Malice
“That’s it,” the deep, phantom voice purrs, “I have you.”
An achingly sweet sense of safety presses back the dream. Erases the terror. It coaxes my hips to lift in offering. My thighs quiver with the effort to give everything.
“Please...” I beg the darkness.
And am rewarded with the deliberate flick of my tender clit.
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I bolt awake, a scream lodged in my throat.
My body heaves as it tries to pull upright only to catch on the restraints and slam down on the mattress. My brain fumbles to assess, to piece together the torn edges between reality and dream, but all it registers is the dark room and the greedy mouth at my core.
“What...?” I rasp, partially choke as my piercing is nudged again and I fall back with a sob.
Something holds my wrists. Sturdy straps that bind them over my head while strong, unyielding palms hold apart my knees. In this position, I’m powerless. Open and helpless. I’m nothing, but at his mercy as he laps at my pussy like it owes him money.
Somewhere deep,deepat the very bottom of my mind, I know he shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be filling me with his fingers or flicking my clit with his tongue. He shouldn’t be in my house.
In my bed.
I’m ashamed that I don’t care when all my body is capable of registering is how close he’s already gotten me in my sleep.
“Please...” I beg the massive shadow sliding a third finger home and curving up towards my outer wall. “Fuck! Please ... please...”
A deep, dark chuckle rumbles against my soaked cunt.
“Please what, Leila?” he drawls my name with the deep plunge and curl of his fingers. “Please stop? Please don’t? You need to be clear.”
My arms twitch violently against my binds. It jerks the headboard. Makes the frame creak.
“Don’t ... don’t stop,” I pant, forcing my hips down for him to take more.
He groans a sound between amusement and pride that vibrates against my already sensitive peak.
“You wake up to some stranger eating your cunt and instead of being scared, you’re begging me not to stop.” He pumps harder. Faster. “I could be anyone,” he taunts, tracing my clit with maddening precision. “I could be a psychopath who keeps you like this just to fill your hole up like the fuck doll you are.”
His fingers drive into me so deep, I see stars. My scream chokes on a moan as he forces me closer to the edge.
“Yes ... yes...”
I can’t breathe.
My entire body writhes as he systematically dismantles me from the foundation. It thrashes and grinds, meeting every assault until my ears buzz.
“Greedy little cunt,” he hisses. “You want this? You want to cum in my mouth? Beg. Beg me to fuck you raw, to pump my cum in your unprotected hole.”
He’s crazy.
I may not have had sex with anyone, but I’m on the pill and I’m not stupid enough to let some stranger cum in me bare.
“Condom,” I snarl back.
“No.” He bends his finger and hits that spot that sends my head back on the pillow. “You’re giving me a baby, Leila.”
My toes curl as my orgasm coils and rises.
