Page 8 of Breaking Sanity
“People who play with fire tend to get burned gorgeous. I’ll give you a chance to rethink.” I hear the car door open in the background.
“Well then, be prepared to get burned, Sebs,” I say as I hang up, smiling to myself.
My smug smile only lasts about five seconds before I hear the front door slam into the interior wall.
Chapter 2
Sebastain
Theredhazeslowlydisappears from my vision as I blink and get my breathing under control. The last thing I remember is her standing in the bathroom doorway smiling, right before she chucked the fucking phone at me. Got to love black out moments.
I take in my surroundings: over turned chairs, broken TV, shattered lamp, the mattress hanging half off its frame. Well, I’ll be, bitch put up another fight, but why would I expect anything less from her? From the first day I met her, I knew she was tough. Maybe not physically, but definitely mentally and she has a knack for throwing things. A little problematic when the person on the receiving end has blackout rage moments. Which was already starting to happen when she opened her smart-ass mouth. Like the antagonist she is, she just kept escalating.
Fuck. Don’t tell me I killed her. That would be the third time that has happened. They will for sure kill me if I did it again, especially because of the price of her contract. I stand up still looking around. The second I take a step; I trip on something and nearly fall face first into this disgusting carpet. I catch myselfon the edge of the bed so I don’t faceplant. Slowly repositioning myself, I turn around to see what it was.
Laying half on her side and half on her back is my Little Devil. She lets out a little groan of pain.
Thank fuck!!
I really wanted to drag her out by her hair kicking and screaming, but given the state of this room, it doesn’t seem it would bode well. This is a sketchy hole in the wall motel, and I doubt any of the occupants called the police over this noise. Especially since no police showed up after she was yelling at the three idiots in her room. Now if I was to drag her out screaming and fighting then someone just might. I mean I almost got caught at her apartment because of her nosey neighbor calling the police. I’d rather not risk it and actually get caught.
With a sigh, I crouch down and assess her injuries. Usually, I don’t care what their condition is when I take them, but what can I say? She’s special. Nothing seems to be broken and the bandages on her face don’t seem to have acquired a beautiful red color, so it’s safe to say those didn’t reopen. That’s good for me because stitching has never been my forte.
I gently move her long brown hair completely out of her face. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her this up-close. Her face has gotten a little rounder, but still beautiful. Her tits though, damn! Those got bigger. I’d say she definitely went from an iffy C to a full D. Her arms have a little more muscle and fat to them and her waist still looks the same, with a slight hourglass but that pooch has gotten fuller. I slowly lift her shirt up to her sports bra, revealing all the imperfections.
Fucking hell! Better than when we were first together.
She was never like my other victims. They looked like they walked off a runway or photo shoot. All toned and all imperfections covered or removed. Alley caught me off guard when I saw her in person. It was an automatic attraction for me and not just with her looks.
I run my fingers along her soft belly tracing the stretch marks. The texture of the stretched skin is so much smoother than the skin around it. It’s a hypnotic feeling that I could get lost in for hours. I lean my head close to the deepest mark and run my tongue over it.Sooo fucking good.
Before I get too carried away, I bring her shirt down like a curtain blocking the view of a sunset. My eyes roam down her legs. The images of them violently shaking as she begged to cum rush into my head, but I need to restrain myself from touching them. I know if I lay one finger on these perfect legs, I won’t be able to hold myself from settling between her thick thighs and punishing her unconscious body.
Would she wake up begging to cum?
Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I finish my inspection and determine the damage is purely cosmetic. I stand up to get everything collected and cleaned up as fast as possible. I don’t bother trying to pick her up. My cock is too hard from remembering the three months we had together and the countless years I’ve watched her from a distance. It’s been so long since I’ve felt her skin on mine or heard her moan behind a gag. Not to mention being able to watch her cum back-to-back and hear her beg me for mercy.
8 years ago
“Please, I can’t... I can’t” she begs as I continuously massage her G-spot and clit. She’s already come twice but I’m not even close to being done with her.
She tries to pull on her restraints and close her legs, as if that’ll stop me. I just laugh and add more pressure. Each one of her legs are intertwined in mine, so she would have to untangle our limbs to close them.
“Shh Little Devil, you can take it,” I chuckle, licking the shell of her ear. “Be a good girl and come for me.” I kiss the bruise on her neck from where the shock collar was.
I have never heard someone scream so loud in ecstasy while their vocal cords were being electrocuted violently. Fuck she’s a different breed.
“No,” she whispers as she calms her body from having another orgasm. She’s been doing this since we first started having sex. I would love to know what switch is in her head that allows her to have this much control, because I would rip it the fuck out.
“Wrong move, gorgeous,” I growl as I remove my hand from her perfect cunt.
I jolt from under her, feeling the red haze starting at the edge of my vision. Before she has a chance to open that perfect mouth of hers, I position myself between her thighs and viciously thrust all the way in. My hand wraps around her throat while the other grips her plush hip, pushing into the bruise I left there from the day prior. She lets out a silent scream, but I don’t let up. I need the red haze to go away, so my thrustsbecome more brutal. The red has almost completely taken over, but then I feel her walls flutter and start to clamp down.
“Beg, Little Devil.” I thrust harder. “Fucking beg.”
“P-Please, f-fuck, please,” she moans. Her legs are violently shaking.
“Please what,” I grunt as the red starts fading.
