Chapter 59 The Little Mute Slut
"Look at those eyes. So innocent," Knight murmured with a feral grin. "Like you still think you can escape. You can't. I'll shatter every illusion you have—one thrust at a time."
He didn't stop. His cock kept slamming into her relentlessly, his hand wrapped around her throat, leaving bloody prints smeared across her delicate skin.
Even as an orgasm tore through Genesis's lithe body, Knight showed no mercy. He kept ramming into her, ruthlessly, brutal.
"Ahhh… uh, uh—" she moaned, trembling with overwhelming intensity. Her gaze dropped—and her eyes widened in disbelief. She could see the bulge of his dick pressing against the skin of her lower stomach.
Knight's hand, which had been roughly kneading her breast, began trailing downward. Slowly. Purposefully. Until it rested just where the outline of him protruded beneath her skin.
M… my sto..." she whimpered silently, her nails digging into her thighs as she braced herself against the vicious rhythm of his thrusts.
Then he pressed his palm against the bulge.
She groaned, the mixture of pain and pleasure tangling inside her like barbed wire.
"Ahhh!" she cried. The sheer stretch of him inside her was unreal—violating and worshipping all at once. She couldn't believe her body hadn't torn in half.
Somewhere in the recess of her mind, a warning flickered—dim and drowned out by pleasure. She should be afraid. If he came inside again, she'd be forced to swallow that bitter drink once more.
Knight leaned down, his hot breath brushing her cheek as he stilled. Then, with both hands, he grabbed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers—hard.
"Ahhh… urghhh," Genesis's body convulsed. She had barely come down from one orgasm, and another was already building, fast and cruel.
"P…please, please…" she gasped, though the words were silent. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for. And she knew—he couldn't hear her.
But Knight watched her lips. He always did. Every flutter, every tremble—burned into his mind like scripture.
He chuckled darkly. "Please what, little wife? Want me to keep fucking you? Or do you want me to stop?"
Thwack.
His hand smacked her breast, making it jiggle, the flesh turning crimson. Then, without pause, he resumed torturing her nipples between his fingers.
Panic twisted in her gut at the thought of him stopping.
"No, no…" she couldn't speak but shook her head violently, tears spilling from her eyes. She turned to face him, desperation painting every inch of her expression.
Her chest heaved, breath catching with each pulse of overstimulation. Everything felt too much—the pain, the heat, the sound of his breath at her ear.
"Hmmm." That was all he said before he suddenly shoved her downward.
"Hold the pillow."
She obeyed instantly, burying her face into it, clutching tight. Her ass was high in the air, completely exposed, his cock still buried deep inside. She should've felt shame.
But all she felt was the ravenous need to be fucked harder.
The moment he stilled, it became unbearable. Her pussy clenched and unclenched desperately around him, seeking him, begging him. She felt so empty.
Knight shuddered above her. She was going to short-circuit his brain. But he wouldn't lose control—not yet.
No. He wanted to fuck her like the fertile little bitch she was—driven by instinct, helpless against the heat.
He shook the thought away and looked down at her dripping pussy.
Swollen. Soaked. Begging.
Thwack.
"Ahhh—!" Genesis's mouth fell open, her body jolting violently as her second orgasm slammed into her—triggered by nothing but the sharp slap to her slick, overstimulated cunt.
Knight smirked, staring at his fingers now coated in her slick arousal. Without hesitation, he brought one to his mouth, licking it clean. The moment her taste hit his tongue, his cock twitched.
She tasted just as good as she smelled.
And she smelled sweet—like honeyed peaches and warm vanilla, with a dark undertone of something dangerously addictive. Something only she possessed.
Tears slipped from Genesis's eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks and soaking into the pillow beneath her. Her body felt like a live wire—electric, trembling, a vessel of endless pleasure.
Knight's gaze flicked to her tear-streaked face, and the hunger in his eyes deepened. He loved it. He craved more.
Then his eyes dropped to her swollen, dripping core—and he couldn't resist.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
He delivered a rapid-fire series of smacks, each one landing with a wet, sinful sound that echoed through the room.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Genesis cried out, her back arching as she pushed her ass back toward him. She wanted more. Needed it. Deep down, she barely recognized herself—this creature clawing its way to the surface, this wanton, eager woman offering herself up to him without shame.
And if he wanted to fuck her forever?
She wouldn't stop him.
"Fuck," Knight muttered, his hand trailing over one of her reddened cheeks. "I've never seen a slut like you before. You love it, don't you? Or…" He squeezed the burning skin, dragging a gasp from her lips, "do you just like that I'm the one doing it to you?"
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
She didn't need to say a word.
Suddenly, his hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her upright until her trembling body pressed against his chest. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her breathing unsteady. His gaze lingered on her parted lips—red, swollen, aching.
"Open wider," he ordered.
She obeyed without question.
His slick fingers traced her lips before sliding into her mouth.
"Suck."
Genesis closed her lips around him, her tongue swirling, tasting herself.
"That's it," he groaned. "Taste how sweet you are. Dripping all over my cock like a bitch in heat."
She moaned, the filth of his words setting her nerves ablaze. She had never known she liked this kind of talk—before, when her stepbrothers whispered things like that, all she felt was disgust. Shame.
But this?
Hearing it from him?
From her husband?
She loved it.
Knight's free hand slid down her trembling body, tracing her waist, pressing against the bulge of his cock outlined in her stomach. She let out a desperate moan.
Then his fingers moved lower.
Slow, teasing, he circled her aching pussy, already soaked and sensitive.
"Looking at you right now," he murmured, voice wild and unhinged, like he'd lost all reason, "makes me want to chain you to my bed."
Genesis whimpered.
"So you can never leave my sight."
His fingers slipped lower, rubbing her slit, making her shudder.
"I'll go out… come back every day… and fill you up," he growled. "Over and over… until you're addicted to my cum. Until all you think about is me."
Genesis moaned helplessly, completely unraveling in his grasp.
And the worst part?
She already was.
Knight pulled his fingers from her mouth with a soft, wet pop, then wrapped that same hand around her throat again—just enough pressure to remind her who was in control. His lips brushed her ear.
"You like this," he whispered, voice like velvet over steel. "Being owned. Being ruined."
Genesis let out a silent strangled moan, her throat vibrating with the sound that couldn't form words. Her hands clutched at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as her body trembled against him. She didn't need to speak—her reactions said everything.
He released her throat, letting her fall forward onto her hands and knees again. Her ass was still raised, red and glistening, her thighs shaking from the pleasure building deep inside her.
Knight knelt behind her, dragging the head of his cock along her soaked slit, teasing her, coating himself in her arousal.
"Beg," he said, voice low and sharp.
Genesis turned her head, wide eyes locking with his. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, she pushed back against him, offering herself wordlessly.
Knight chuckled darkly. "You're too good at this, little mute slut."
He slapped her ass, and she jolted, gasping silently. "You want it so bad, don't you? Can't even say it, but your body's screaming for me."
Her fingers curled into the sheets, and she nodded—once, hard.
That was all he needed.
He gripped her hips and thrust into her in one smooth, punishing stroke. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as he filled her completely, stretching her with ease.
"Fuck," he groaned, head falling back. "You're perfect, so fucking tight."
Genesis shuddered beneath him, eyes fluttering shut, her hands clawing at the sheets, tears slipping down again—this time from the overwhelming sensation crashing through her. She tried to brace herself, but he didn't give her time. He pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a brutal rhythm.
The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room—wet, filthy, fast.
Her mind shattered with every thrust. All she could feel was him—every inch, every word, every damn breath he took against her neck.
"You feel that?" he snarled, leaning over her, his chest pressed to her back. One hand reached around to rub tight, fast circles on her clit. "That's me claiming you."
"You love being used like this. You're mine. You know that, don't you?"
She nodded desperately, breath catching in her throat as she choked on a silent sob.
He slammed into her harder, the headboard cracking against the wall. She was gone—completely lost, consumed.
His hand kept rubbing over her clit. "Show me, baby. Come on my cock."
Her body seized up, and then it hit—her orgasm tearing through her like a wave of heat and static. Her silent scream was painted across her face: eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open, body trembling violently as she collapsed beneath him.
But Knight wasn't done.
He grunted, hips slamming into hers as he chased his own release, his voice ragged in her ear.
"I'm going to fill you up," he growled. "Every damn drop. You'll feel me dripping out of you for days."
Her body jerked at his words, another wave of pleasure threatening to pull her under.
"Take it," he hissed. "Take all of it."
Genesis sobbed soundlessly, her body jerking as the overstimulation blurred into something dizzying.
And with a deep, guttural moan, he came—hard and fast, spilling inside her as he ground his hips into hers, making sure not a drop was wasted.
They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, sweat-soaked and trembling. Knight's hands softened on her waist, then slid up to gather her close. He eased her down onto the bed, pressing a kiss to her shoulder—tender and warm.
"You're mine," he whispered against her skin. "You don't ever have to speak for me to know."
Genesis blinked slowly, a tear slipping down her cheek.
She didn't need words.
Her body had already answered.