Page 69 of Sparks of Insanity
I kicked away my trousers and underwear, stroking my hard dick as I stared down at her prone, trembling body. Her skin was so pale, well, except for the pink flush of her face and neck. Not from arousal this time, but from her despair and overheated panic. Seeing her like this was doing things to me that it really shouldn’t.
It felt amazing to be free of the shackles of old Ethan. Guilt, concern, morality… life is so much easier when you don’t suffer from any of those afflictions.
I reached down and ran my hand from her knee up to her hip, enjoying the softness of her skin against mine. I trailed a finger over that wriggling stomach of hers, as she kept trying to dodge my touch, dipping it briefly into her dainty navel, and dragging it up between those jiggling breasts of hers. I grabbed her face when I reached it, and held it in place, letting her feel how helpless she was, staring down at her as she blinked frantically at me.
“Ethan, please.”
I smiled, wondering if she thought I was about to soften on her, but her panic didn’t disappear. Smart girl. As much as she did really dumb things at times, unthinking things, unfeeling things, she was still smarter than many her age. If not for her traumas at school, she could have really made something of herself. Pity.
“I was going to gag you again, but I quite like the sound of you begging me like that. Like somehow you think it’ll make a difference, or win me over. Are you trying to remind me of the man I once was? He’s dead, Ember. Because of you.You did that. With your selfish games, and your twisted obsession. Taunting him, forcing him, tattooing him. Maybe one day I’ll let you finish this one though. I’ve grown to love it.” I reached down to stroke my finger over the naked portrayal of her on my abdomen, sliding it down between her legs, and pressing it over the depiction of her sweet pussy.
“Almost as pretty as the real thing, huh? Still, I can’t fuck this one, but I can fuck you.”
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Ember
He was like astranger, like someone else had taken over his body. At least before, there were still hints of the man he’d been, but now, it was like I’d never met this person before, except that he knew me so well.
I really did this to him? Had my actions really forced him to devolve into a monstrous person who no longer cared if I lived or died? I’d been wary of him before, but this was the first time I’d truly feared him, because he was too unpredictable now. Too predatory. Too threatening.
“Ethan-”
“I know, you want my cock, and you’ll get it. I just wanted you to see that you have no power here this time. Last time you thought you were running things, you thought you could step all over my boundaries, and bend me to your will. I’m afraid that ship sailed when Ethan died. I’d rename myself, except that I dolike my name. And I do enjoy alliteration. Imagine if I married you. We’d be Ethan and Ember Erickson. All the fucking Es.”
He climbed up on top of me, sliding a finger between my legs to find probably less wetness than he stupidly expected down there. How could I be wet when I was afraid of him? He rolled his eyes at me, slapping his hand against my clit, a painful shock accompanied by a squeak from me.
“I’m not going to fuck you dry, that’s no fun.” He moved down the bed until his face was between my legs, wrapping his hands around my thighs, pinning me even more in place than I already was, and breathing out all over my most intimate area.
“I want you wet, so you feel good on my cock,” he said as he dragged his tongue between my legs, and sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Wow. No, don’t enjoy it. He’s forcing this on me.
“Stop!”
Ethan chuckled, tightening his grip on my thighs as he started tonguing me more vigorously. Every flick and swipe of his tongue made me shiver, and despite me wanting to not give in to it, I knew I was getting wetter, my own juices combining with his saliva, to give him what he wanted.
He groaned, tonguing my pussy the way he’d kissed me before, his tongue surging, and exploring, as he made guttural sounds that added to the unwanted pleasure I kept trying to fight.
“Fuck… I forgot how good you tasted. How could I forget this fucking taste?”
Ethan lifted his head, swiping his tongue around his lips, looking disgustingly satisfied already.
“And now look who’s nice and wet for my cock. Guess it’s time to fuck, huh, Ember?”
“Please don’t. You know I hate that!” Was it ironic that my protests were about his use of my name, rather than the fact that he was about to use my body for his pleasure? When didthat become the bigger problem for me? The girl who wouldn’t be touched was now allowing this borderline psychotic man to have her, as long as he called her by the abbreviated name she preferred.
Ethan sat up, grasping his cock and guiding it to my pussy, rubbing it in the wetness he’d coaxed out of me with a smug grin on his face.
“Tell me you want my cock, Ember.”
“Go fuck yourself. How about that? I don’t care if you fuck me, anyway. You can’t force me to enjoy it, you asshole!” Famous last words, spoken by a foolish girl who had no idea what a man was capable of. Not really.
His wicked grin appeared briefly as he pushed inside me, groaning low as he filled me to the brim. It was weeks since we’d had sex, and it truly felt like the first time again, his cock feeling too thick inside me. Ethan wiggled his hips from side to side slightly, and a gasp left my mouth, completely against my will. No. No, that didn’t feel good. It didn’t.
Ethan smirked again, leaning down to lick at my nipples, one after the other, going back and forth to suck on them, wrapping his hands around my breasts to offer them up to his lips.
Every time his teeth grazed my skin, I flinched, but it wasn’t out of fear. I realised it was because I wanted that bite of pain, needed it even. I knew it would help me, offer me some kind of clarity or peace. Was it like self-harming? Would it affect me in the same way, or was my mind just fooling me into believing that, so I’d look forward to it?
Ethan leaned closer, sinking his teeth into the side of my breast, the pain making me squeal and curse him, but strangely it was all just adding to the pleasure he was building inside me. I told him he couldn’t make me enjoy it, but the bastard was determined to prove me wrong, and he’d already figured out something I'd never realised about myself. Pain gets me off.
