Chapter 23 23
Phoebe~~
I didn't expect his outroom to look this way. There were tables, chairs, chains, and so many other things that I didn't understand what they were. He came into view, holding a glass of wine, but I quickly lowered my face, not wanting to lock eyes with someone so cruel as him.
When he began walking closer to me, I almost began shifting backwards, until I recalled that I had just vowed to do whatever he wanted for the safety of Angeline. And so if it would make him get his eyes off people around me, then I would finally take Angeline’s advice of being a good girl.
He closed the distance between us and raised my jaw with his middle finger. “You will love it when it burns down your throat,” he whispered to me, and before I could understand what he meant, he pressed my cheeks, and my mouth opened, then he poured the wine he was holding into my mouth.
As a dickhead that he was, he didn't think of me choking on it. I had to cover my mouth, just so I didn't throw up, my face flushed, and I was hot.
What I didn't see coming was him taking my lips into his, sucking hard like this was his last time to see me. He pressed his palm at the back of my neck, savoring every bit of the alcohol he had poured down my throat…and when he stopped, he quickly turned around and began walking back.
“Strip. Fast!” he commanded and began filling his glass once again.
I didn't want to pretend like I didn't hear him, so I quickly began undressing. By the time he turned to me, I was already standing nude before him…and for goddess' sake, I despised those smiles at the corner of his lips. He thought it was really fun making me strip for him here after everything?
I rolled my eyes to each corner, wanting to see a weapon at least. If I kill him here, no one will find out.
‘Stop misbehaving already!’ my wolf snapped in my head, and I took a hard gulp. ‘I can already imagine how he's gonna fuck us here. Want to taste his dìck once again.’
My palms clenched into a fist. Who would want to get such a silly wolf like mine? A wolf that doesn't know when her owner is in danger.
“Come closer…” I heard his voice, causing my heart to skip a beat. Instantly, I followed his order and went closer to him, unable to look at his face, and I was sure he loved how submissive I had suddenly become. “Sit on that over there,” he gestured to his side.
I narrowed my gaze, taking slow steps towards what he ordered that I sit on. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I saw what he was talking about. Good goddess, what the fuck was this supposed to be called? An artificial dìck?
I turned to him, wanting to ask some questions, when my wolf snarled in my head, and my heart raced faster. Whoever constructed that shit should be stoned to death. An artificial dìck that was positioned on a chair-like object. My heart pounded loudly in my ears as I reached closer to it.
“Cross your legs and make sure the dildo penetrates deeper into your pùssy. Imagine that you're gonna ride my dìck,” he explained, but I still didn't feel okay with it. And how the fuck was I supposed to imagine riding on his filthy dìck?
Wait! Come to think of it, shouldn't I show him how useless his dìck was by riding on this artificial one? If I moaned so much, lost in ecstasy, and even cum hard all over the rubber, he would be pained with that, right? At least, it should be a little revenge before we get to do the bigger one.
Having thought of that, I flung my hair backwards, got my hand on the ribbon, and pulled it out, then packed up my hair again in a ponytail.
“What are you doing?” he asked, and I lowered my head so he didn't think I was disobeying him.
By the time I climbed onto the artificial dìck, I gasped softly, letting the rubber penetrate me slowly. I licked my lips, my eyelids lowered, then I began throbbing my butt up and down.
He scoffed and began walking closer, “Is that what I asked you to do?”
Huh? Didn't he say I should imagine riding on his dìck?
I nodded, “You said I should ride on it as I do on your dìck, and that's what I'm doing…”
“And you love it that much?”
Goddess, please, is this a temptation or what?
“I don't love it, but I have no choice here,” I responded, and he only squatted. Only heaven knew what he did, and my whole body went tense. The rubbed dìck began vibrating in my pùssy, sending cold chills all over me. At some point, it increased, and all I could do was groan in what felt like pain and pleasure; sweat covered my whole body.
Suddenly, it stopped, and my muscles dropped. My breath was so fast that I thought my chest would burst. And when I turned to him, he had that satisfaction lingering in the corner of his eyes.
“Do you still love it?” he asked, and I couldn't even answer it. I wasn't sure if I felt pain or pleasure, so how do I tell whether I loved it or not? “If you don't answer me…
“I don't love it anymore, so don't put it on.” I cut him short, my voice shaky.
He scoffed and sat up, turning his back away from me. “Comr forth…”
Fuck! I quickly climbed down, my heart still palpitating. In fact, I was now scared of what he would do next, but then, I had just lost my right to freedom.
‘Now do you enjoy what he's doing to us?’ I asked my wolf, and she purred in my head. ‘You always want to get fucked, you slut.’
I fastened my steps when he turned to face me, and he pointed at the bench before us, “Get closer.” I hurried closer, and he pinned my body on that bench. I couldn't believe what was going on until he tied up my hands separately, and then my legs too, in such a way that I couldn't move. “You know what? I've wanted to do this to you all those years, so let's say that's why I let you live,” he whispered to my ear and spanked my ass so hard that it hurt, and I could tell how red it must have turned.
My neck couldn't even turn around so well because of the position he kept me, and just in the blink of an eye, I felt his phallus thrusting deeper into me. I held back my gasp, my teeth gnashing against each other.
He spanked my ass again and again before beginning to thrust in and out of my hole. I was dry, and each of his thrusts sent pains all over my spine. I shut my eyes, swallowing down the groans so I wouldn't fall into his bad side.
Minutes elapsed of him pounding me recklessly like a whore that he made me, and I began feeling wet underneath.
His groans were low and continuous. He pressed my ass so much that I thought it would peel off.
Goddess, it was the first time I had painful sex with him, and I thought that was much more okay than making me moan out in pleasure when he was a devil.
Even though I was wet all over, that didn't contain the pain that came from his thrust. Each was harder than the previous, getting deeper like he aimed to destroy my womb.