“Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“More convincing than that.”
She nodded harder. “Yes, sir! Please, sir!”
“Show me,” I said. “Show me how much you want to be fucked by Lucian Morelli.”
I sat down in my leather armchair, and she hovered on her knees, not sure what the hell she should be doing. I liked that. I liked the nerves bristling through her slender little body.
She couldn’t pass for Elaine Constantine, but I’d have fun making her try.
I clicked my fingers. “Come here and show me how horny you are for me, little girl.”
Once again, she did as she was told. She positioned herself between my legs and tugged the white lace down over her tits. Sweet little nubs, ripe to be bitten. She flicked at her own nipples and squeezed her flesh. They were small. Cute. Not as big as Elaine Constantine’s, but still aching to be hurt.
“Sit down and open your legs for me,” I said, “Show me how eager your pussy is.”
She sat back on the tiles, lifted the slip of lace and opened her legs. Her pussy was shaved and glistening. A sweet little innocent slit.
“Play with that pretty wet clit, little one,” I told her. “But don’t you dare put your fingers inside.”
Her quivering hands told me my instruction was redundant. She wouldn’t be putting any fingers inside herself. I doubted anything had ever been inside that delicious little pussy of hers.
I could see her mind whirring, and there was something about this little one. Something I hadn’t seen for a while. Something that reminded me of Elaine Constantine far more than her blonde beauty ever could.
Curiosity.
The girl was curious.
“Talk to me,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Still, she was nervous, but there was a fresh flash of curiosity in her eyes.
“They say you are . . .” she paused. “They say it’s . . . good . . . that it can be good . . .”
“Who says so?”
“The other girls,” she said. “They say you make it hurt . . . but they say it’s good . . . they say it’s really good . . .” She dropped her eyes to the floor. “They say you’re really good.”
I leaned forward and crushed her cheeks in my hand, tipping her face side to side. She was a beauty. I hadn’t had one this pretty for a while.
“I always make my girls come,” I told her. “Give yourself over, and I’ll make you come for me. I promise you’ll hurt, and hurt plenty, but you’ll want it. You’ll be begging for more by the time I’m through with you.”
The curiosity was burning all the brighter in her when her fingers started working on her clit.
The girl wasn’t innocent on that score. Her fingers were far too skilled.
My mouth was watering and my cock was throbbing as I watched her tease herself, my fingers desperate to plunge inside and stretch her open.
“Tell me you want to find out how it feels to be hurt and fucked,” I hissed, and she let out a whimper.
“I want it, sir. Please.”
It seemed Rex had delivered me a good little slut.
“Get on my lap,” I said, and she eased herself up, spreading her legs nice and wide over mine as she climbed on.
I tugged the white lace lower over her tits, and squeezed them hard, flicking the little nubs with my thumbs.
“Do you know much about pain, sweetheart?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “A little.”
“What do you know about pain?”
Her eyes were so raw. “My stepdaddy used to beat me when I was a little girl. With his belt. He said it would make me a good girl.”
“Did it make you feel like a good girl?”
She shook her head. “No.”
My mouth was watering. “I’ll make you feel like a good girl with my belt, sweet thing, I promise you.”
Her mouth was dry. I could see her trying to swallow. “I’d like that, sir. I’d like to be a good girl for you.”
I squeezed her tits harder, making her grimace.
“Pain is a beautiful thing. It makes your body sing and brings you to life. Ironic really, that you feel most alive when you’re about to die, isn’t it?”
Fear flashed in her eyes, and I laughed. “Don’t worry, darling. You’re not going to die. You’re very safe with me tonight, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”
She let out a breath. She believed me. Good, because I may be the most evil man on the planet, but I’m no liar.
The girl cried out when I slapped her tits for the first time, rocking a little as the pain dulled to a tingle. I loved the way the pink bloomed on pale skin.
“Get ready for a long night, Elaine,” I said and leaned in close enough to bite.
Her thighs clenched against mine as I hurt her tits. I sucked, and I bit, and I slapped, and I made her suffer, but it was slow. So slow that her body got confused, and her shudders turned to moans. Flesh always did – pleasure and pain weave such an intricate dance.
Her back arched towards me, and her pussy started soaking through my pants as I played, played, played. My flicks against her clit made her gasp for more, and her tears began to fall around a smile.
Yes.
She wanted me.
I pulled her slip off over her head and tossed it to the floor. Then I lifted her with ease until she was standing, feet planted either side of me, legs trembling as I pulled her into me and ran my tongue up her slit. I lapped at her until her hands were in my hair, hips bucking as she whimpered.
Yes.
Elaine was desperate for me.
I played her body like a violin with the tightest strung strings she could ever know.
I used her body for her pleasure, and I gave her ripples that made her feral as she cried out for more. Because that’s me. I’m a master at everything I do, always – but I’m showing the very best side of the monster when I’m mastering pleasure and pain.
I sucked on that needy pussy and made Elaine come for me. Over and over. I pushed her to the limits until she was begging, ragged and thrumming, so lost to everything that she was whimpering for my cock inside her. But not yet, not until she tasted the belt I’d promised her.
I got to my feet, made her bend over the arm of the chair, held a hand flat to the base of her back and I slapped that peach of an ass hard until she screamed, only allowing her to catch a breath in the time it took to free up my belt. I gave her no warning, swung that leather so sweetly it connected with a smack so sharp and brought a cry so gut-wrenchingly loud from the little doll that I almost came in my pants.
I hit her again and again until finally – with a dick so hard it was aching – I took her.
I held her head down flat against my leather chair, wrapped my fist in her fake blonde curls, and I took her.
One thrust. Hard and savage. Impaled all the way to my balls. And her cry was delicious.
She was tight. Tight and needy.
She cried out again when I started fucking her.
It hurt.
Bad.
I didn’t hold back.
Still, she liked it.
She reached down between her legs and kept circling her clit as I fucked her, and she liked it.
Her ass cheeks were pink from my slaps, and ridged from my belt, but the little slut fucking liked it.