Page 66 of Serena
“Baby, everything you have is mine.” I pull her off me and throw her on the bed. Turning her onto her stomach, I grab her hips. “Ass up, baby. There are no safe words today.”
“Just how I like it,” she sasses.
Fuuuccckk.
“Baby, you’re so wet. You’re going to make this so easy.” I coat two of my fingers with my cum that's still dripping out of her. I put them at her entrance. I caress her ass and slap it. I hear her moan, so I do it again. I pepper kisses on her back. My other hand moves to her clit.
“Such a dirty little whore.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You need to relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”
“Please. I need you inside me.”
I need to prepare her. I start gliding my two fingers inside her. God, she’s so tight. She moans, and I take it as encouragement. I stretch my fingers inside her.
“More. Please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg for me.” I can’t wait any longer. I remove my fingers and spit on my cock for additional lubrication. I place the crown of my cock at her back entrance. “Breathe, baby.” I rub her clit and push my cock into her. One inch at a time. Her whimpers turn into moans. Fuck, she is sotight. I’m pressing past the ring of muscle when she backs into me, impaling herself on me. So fucking needy. I love it.
I grab her hips and take control. “Such a needy little brat.” I slap her ass. “Scream my name. Let everyone hear you.” She does as she’s told. I wrap my hand around her hair, using it as if holding a rope. My other hand remains on her hip, and I slam into her. I’m relentless. My mind wanders, and I’m reminded that she was so far from me. I fuck her ass hard. Punishing her for leaving me.
“Tell me you’re mine.” All I hear is mumbles. I slap her ass again. She’s taking everything I'm giving. I pull her to me. Her back to my chest. Our bodies are a mix of sweat, cum, and blood. She turns her neck, giving me access to her scar. I kiss it and then sink my teeth in, breaking skin. She is stunning when I see a trickle of blood slide down her perfect tits.
“Ian.”
“Take it, baby, take all of it.” She complies. I move my hand to her throat. “Tell me you’re mine.” There’s no answer. I’m so close, but I won’t stop. I move my other hand to her nipple, and I pinch it hard. She loves the pain. Still nothing. I make my way to her clit and slap it. “Tell me, Serena. Who do you belong to?”
“You. I’m all yours.” I feel the tingle in my lower back. My fingers are inside her tight pussy as I apply more pressure around her throat, and my cock is buried in her ass.”
“That’s right.Only mine.” That’s all it takes, and we both see stars. I pull out, and I see the jagged scars are now painted in the blood from my neck. We lay on the bed as we come down from our high.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only in the best way.” She’s catching her breath. “I’m sorry about your neck,” she says in between breaths.
“No, you aren’t.”
She gives me a coy smile. “You’re right. I’m not.” She puts her hands over her face, ashamed. I reach for her.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of. I enjoyed it too. There is something about the power of having someone's life in your hands. It’s euphoric.”
“Have you killed many people?” I was wondering when the questions would start.
“I have. They were all bad. They hurt others in one way or another. For example, the guy who cornered you. He wasn’t a good man. There were warrants out for his arrest. He hurt women and children.”
“Did you know that before you killed him?”
“No, Serena, I didn’t. That doesn’t change the fact that he was going to hurt you. I don’t regret it, and I’d do it again.”
“When did you start killing?”
“My first kill was when I was sixteen, with Caleb.” I bring her closer to me. “Growing up, I knew I was different. Empathy has always been easy for my siblings, unlike me. I struggled to show emotions, but I do feel. Just not like everyone else. Building relationships outside my family was always difficult. I preferred the company of my grandfather. My loyalty has always been solely to my family; anyone outside of that was expendable. I thrive on structure and having control over situations and people. My father says I’m the opposite of warmth; it’s why I'm so equipped to take over. My mother was the same way.”
“Ian, I don’t know what to make of all this. Everything you told me. It’s a lot. I need to process it.”
“Take your time, but I’m not going anywhere. Now, no more talking. I need more of that sexy ass.” She yelps as I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. I bend her over the shower bench and fuck her. Getting lost in her all night.
