Page 16 of Monster's Edge

I’d known it when I saw him. I knew he probably went home and jerked that thick cock of his thinking about me. I didn’t care, though. In fact, I liked it. I liked knowing that he was rubbing his dick while he daydreamed about me: a pretty little princess.

If I’m being honest, I touched myself thinking about him, too.

I’ve had so many fantasies starring Ian that tonight, in some ways, is easy. I like knowing that his cock was hard from me licking it. I like knowing he thought I was worth abducting. Most of all, I like knowing that Ian is going to fuck me raw right in the middle of his bed, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it.

Right now, though, he kisses me. His hands move to my throat, and he squeezes. He’s not quite gentle about the entire thing. He’s not totally rough, though, either. He doesn’t say anything as his hands tighten and loosen because I understand what he means.

He’s in charge.

He’s in charge of everything.

He controls whether I live or die or have an orgasm. Ian is the person who rules this place, this room. If I try to escape, he’ll catch me. I won’t be able to do anything about it at all because it doesn’t matter what I want. It only matters what he wants...what he craves.

A moment later I’m on my back. He climbs over me, pinning me down. We get twisted around as he kisses me and touches me, but a moment later he’s kneeling in front of me and he’s holding my legs up so that one is on either side of his neck.

I know what comes next. A sly grin crosses his face as he watches me.

“You have a wet cunt,” he tells me like I don’t know. I can absolutely feel how wet I am. No, wet isn’t the right word: soaked or dripping is more appropriate.

“Yes.” I don’t really know what else he wants from me, but he seems to be satisfied with my comment for now. Ian starts rubbing the tip of his cock between my slick, wet folds. He chuckles as he realizes just how wet I am.

Humiliation threatens to wash over me. Maybe I should be embarrassed at how turned on I am right now, but there’s a weird, fucked-up part of me that just wants to enjoy it. I want to enjoy the fact that I am fuckingdrippingfor this man. My pussy is burning with readiness, but it also feels desperately empty.

“I need you to fill me up,” I whisper boldly. “Ian...Mr. Salucci...please...”

“Please what?” He’s amused by this. He finds it funny. I don’t find it very funny because I think I should be able to enjoy a little bit of peace once in a while. Sometimes it seems like my entire life is filled with the same old boring, monotonous routine. Maybe that’s why tonight doesn’t seem so terrible.

It’s something different, something new.

Perhaps most importantly, it’s something that nobody else in my entire life gets to control.

Tonight is just about me and him and his big ol’ cock.

“Please fuck me until I forget,” I whisper, and he plunges into me.

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