Chapter 33: SEXSOMNIA

Arianna

Every nerve ending screamed in protest, but my body was a prisoner, unable to escape the agonizing invasion.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands gripped my neck, forcing my face into the pillow. The air was cut off, suffocating me. I thrashed wildly, desperate for breath, but the ropes held me fast.

A dark, menacing chuckle rumbled above my head, sending shivers down my spine. I screamed into the pillow, a muffled cry of pain and fear. The relentless thrusting continued, each stroke a brutal assault on my senses.

Dark spots danced before my eyes, threatening to pull me into unconsciousness. Yet, even in my terror, I couldn’t deny the flicker of something else – a perverse, undeniable response to the violation. My body betrayed me, slick with arousal, offering him the surrender my mind refused to give.

“Shit, baby, so fucking wet for me,” the low, familiar voice washed over me, sending a jolt of both relief and profound unease through my veins.

Vincent.

He was the one violating me, enacting some twisted fantasy I had secretly harbored, a fantasy that now filled me with a nauseating mixture of shame and forbidden pleasure.

This should have been a scene of pure horror, a nightmare come to life.

He was sexually assaulting me in my sleep, and a part of me, a dark and corrupted part, didn’t want him to stop.

He yanked my head back, the pain searing through my scalp, but then a moan escaped my lips as he brutally rammed into me, hitting my cervix with a force that stole my breath. I teetered on the edge of consciousness, lost in a maelstrom of agony and pleasure, as he continued his relentless assault.

I felt him spit on my ass, the saliva tracing a cold, slippery path between my cheeks, down to the sensitive ring of my anus.

“So fucking tight,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. My body tensed as he smeared the saliva around my forbidden hole, pressing a finger against it, testing, teasing, as if preparing me for an even greater violation.

It sent a fresh wave of terror through me. It was a boundary I had never been willing to cross, a fear that lurked in the darkest corners of my mind. I strained against the ropes, desperate to escape the prodding finger, but he silenced my struggles with a sharp slap to my ass cheek.

He leaned close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The pain in my scalp intensified as he tugged on my hair, anchoring me in place. His voice, rough and possessive, sent shivers of dread and anticipation down my spine.

“Don’t fucking move. It’s just my finger. Next time, I will fuck this hole, because every single one of them belongs to me, got it?”

A tear escaped my eye, tracing a lonely path down my temple. I nodded, unable to speak.

“I need your words, little rabbit.”

I drew in a ragged breath, trying to focus through the haze of pain and arousal. His throbbing cock, buried deep inside me, was a constant distraction, a reminder of my utter helplessness.

“Yes, I got it,” I managed to croak.

He hummed in satisfaction. “Good girl.” The praise, laced with menace, sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. He gripped my jaw tightly, turning my face to the side.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see his golden eyes watching me, burning with an intensity that both terrified and thrilled me. The Joker mask, covering the upper half of his face, only amplified the sense of danger, transforming him into something both familiar and utterly alien.

“You’ve completely ruined me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a silken caress. “It was hard watching you sleep, so innocent, so unaware. But now, you’ve entered the monster’s den, and there’s no going back.”

It was a clear warning, a declaration of his dark intentions. But instead of fear, a strange sense of acceptance washed over me. I craved the monster, the darkness he embodied. It had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

“Do your worst,” I challenged him, the words barely audible.

A low sigh escaped his lips, followed by a soft chuckle. “That’s why we match.”

My core clenched around his cock, an involuntary spasm that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body.

Groaning, he laughed, “Fuck, you’re trying to kill me?"

He pushed the edge of his mask above his lips, revealing a sliver of his mouth, and then he kissed me, his tongue plunging into my mouth with a possessive fervor that stole my breath away. As he deepened the kiss, he began to thrust again, driving his length back inside me.

My muffled scream is cut off by his tongue, a desperate battle for silence as he forces another orgasm. I can’t even process my body’s reaction as I squirt all over his cock, a primal offering. I bite his lip, tearing the flesh, a wild, untamed act. Our breaths tangle with the taste of blood, a perverse communion.

“Yes, that’s it,” he breathes, a ragged sound of pleasure and pain.

The pain spurs him on, fuels the frenzy, and I shatter again, my eyes blinding me with the intensity. He withdraws from my mouth, taking a drop of blood from his lips, a dark sacrament, as he drags the finger against my asshole.

My body twitches, a marionette dancing to his brutal tune, as I come nonstop. I can’t stop his finger from pushing inside my tight hole, a burning invasion. He goes deeper, stretching me, claiming what was never his to take. But that full feeling, of being completely, utterly filled, makes me squirt again, trapping his cock deeper inside. He groans, a tortured sound, still fucking me with his finger inside my ass, a double violation that sends me spiraling further.

Roaring like an animal, he pushes me deeper into the mattress, crushing me beneath his weight. I feel his cum filling me to the brim, a hot, possessive flood. The primal feeling of his seed makes me shudder, and I fight for some semblance of consciousness, but I’m slipping into the void.

Vincent keeps lazily dragging that cock along my walls, leaving a crimson and pearl trail of our shared climax as his hips roll against my heated skin.

With a grunt, he stills, holding himself above me, and pulls out his finger from my butthole. I don’t even wince as he slips out of me entirely, the sudden emptiness a stark contrast to the overwhelming fullness I’d just experienced.

My fading mind feels his eyes on my pussy, our come dripping onto the sheets, a testament to our dark dance. His finger pushes everything back inside a final act of possession.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re full of my cum,” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. But I can’t even reply. My eyes fall closed, a sweet surrender to oblivion, my mind going back to sleep.

Or maybe I passed out from exhaustion, the border between pleasure and pain, darkness and light, blurring into nothingness.