Page 24 of Hush Little Martyr, Don't You Scream
Alistair came up behind me again, his cock nudging at my entrance. If I thought he’d be gentle this time, I was poorly mistaken.
His fingertips dug into my hips, and in one hard thrust, he was buried inside me. A choked sound bubbled up from my throat at the foreign invasion, my legs trembling as they worked to keep me in the position he requested.
He let out a low groan, his fingers tightening around my waist until the grip he had on me burned. “So tight and wet for me, Little Martyr.”
I whimpered in response, torn between arousal and logic. Unfortunately, I could feel the arousal in me winning out, my hips driving backwards of their own accord to accept him deeper. Pleasure blossomed within my abdomen as my body adjusted to his size, my eyelashes fluttering at the sensation.
He pulled back before slamming into me again, a strangled gasp getting lodged in my throat. The table jostled beneath my weight, creaking under the pressure.
Fuck.
My pussy pulsed around his girth, attempting to milk him for everything he had. I clutched at the table relentlessly as he railed into me again and again, his body slapping against mine. Moans erupted from my throat, my dark hair falling forward more and more with every brutal thrust.
Alistair’s heavy breathing filled the room, combined with his grunts as he took what he wanted from me.
“Fuck,” he panted. “You’re dripping for me. I knew you wanted this. My dirty fucking girl.”
His hand came down hard on my ass, leaving behind a sharp sting. I bucked forward in surprise, but not because I didn’t like it. Quite the opposite actually.
He drove into me again, my hips pressing against the table with every harsh movement. This was what he wanted—to take control and use me. Maybe this was my repentance for the things my parents had done.
My thoughts drifted out of focus when he thrusted exceptionally hard, his balls slapping my pussy in an almost aggressive motion. Every sting had me growing wetter, and my back began to arch more prominently as I fully gave into this magnetic demon.
Another whimper flew from my lips, followed by unintelligible moans. The table rocked beneath us, his cock driving into me hard and fast. Electricity rippled down my spine, coiling tight within my stomach until I felt like I was on the brink of an explosion.
Alistair groaned, as if he could literally taste my desire for him. The sounds he made were so manly and filled with lust, that they only turned me on more.Iwas doing this to him.
It was enough to send me over the edge.
My thighs trembled as I erupted, a cry flying from my lips as pleasure washed over me and consumed me from the inside out.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, tightening his hold on me. He drilled into me repeatedly, the wet sounds of our parts connecting filling the space.
In a few more thrusts, he was stilling inside me. His body jerked against mine as his warm release filled me, dripping down my thighs almost instantly.
Heavy breaths escaped my lips as my arms wobbled from the intensity, right before they finally gave out and I went limp, lying halfway of the table with zero support.
My thoughts were still as muddled as they were when he was fucking me and I didn’t have the energy to even attempt to sort through them.
I was pulled back to reality when he slipped out of me and stepped away, leaving me completely exposed and disoriented from the intense orgasm I’d had just recently.
The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, followed by footsteps. “Here.” His voice was cold and distant, slicing through the euphoric state I’d been in.
Reluctantly, I pushed myself away from the counter and settled on the balls of my feet before turning to face him. In his outstretched hand were my pants and panties. I grimaced slightly before accepting them and hurriedly put them back on, already yearning for a nice, hot shower.
Alistair didn’t look me in the eye. There was no sign of that malicious gleam in his eye or that twisted smirk he always wore. Instead, he stared at the floor, his eyebrows drawn together as if he were deep in thought.
“You have two options,” he muttered at last, lifting his chin to meet my gaze.
“W-what?” I stammered, furrowing my eyebrows.
Ignoring me, he went on. “You can choose to come with me—my realm. Or, I can leave you here.” He gestured around the vacant house for emphasis.
“You’re … realm?” I repeated, not fully understanding.
Alistair nodded. “You’d like it there. It’s morbid—like you.”
“So … you’re not killing us?”
