Chapter 73 Monster
Elsie
“You will follow my rules. Not because you like them, but because they keep you in line.” He said, his voice cold as his hand came down on my bare ass ignited a fire that shot through me like lightning.
I yelped, the pain exploding across my cheeks, making my whole body tense. His other palm pressed down hard on my lower back, slamming me against the hood of the car, the metal still warm from the engine.
The occasional headlights from passing cars sliced through the darkness, illuminating us like spotlights.
“You will learn to obey me,” he snarled, his voice rough and unyielding as he delivered another stinging smack, the sound echoing into the quiet night.
“fuck you.” I hissed through gritted teeth, my heart pounding with fury even as my pussy throbbed with that treacherous ache.
He laughed low, the vibration rumbling through his chest against my back. “Yes, that's exactly what I'll do to you, kitten. Right here where everyone can see just how much you like being fucked into submission.”
The zipper of his jeans rasped open, a sound that made my breath hitch. His hand stayed firm on my spine, pinning me in place, ass arched high and exposed under the moonlight.
Then his cock—thick, hard, and insistent—drove into my wet pussy in one savage thrust. I shook from the impact, a gasp tearing from my throat as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching me wide and deep.
My legs trembled beneath me, knees buckling slightly against the gravelly edge of the road as he started pounding me hard. Each slam of his hips drove his cock deeper, the force bruising my insides, mixing sharp pain with waves of pleasure I couldn't fight.
“I hate being disobeyed,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hip to yank me back onto him. “And you, Elsie—you fucking do it all the time. Pushing me until I have to fuck the lesson into you like this.”
The raw intensity of it all had me moaning despite myself, my body betraying the rage simmering in my veins. Cars whooshed by on the highway just feet away, their beams flashing over us, tires humming as drivers probably caught glimpses of me bent over, getting railed like a whore in the open night. The thought made my cheeks burn with shame, but it only slicked my pussy more, clenching around his cock.
“Look at you, taking it so well out here,” Caleb taunted, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned over me, thrusting relentlessly.
I wanted to kill him—scratch his eyes out, scream until he let me go—but my hips rocked back instinctively, chasing the brutal friction.
“Who am I to you.” He asked, his voice hoarse.
“You are my master,” I choked out, the words spilling from my lips like a confession, even as hatred twisted in my gut.
“And what are you to me?”
“Your pet. I am your pet.”
“Damn right you are,” he groaned, slapping my ass again mid-thrust, the pain blooming fresh and making me cry out. “My disobedient little pet who needs her master's cock to behave. Say it louder, let the night hear how much you love being fucked like this.”
“You are my master!” I sobbed, louder now, tears burning hot trails down my face from the rough way he hammered into me.
His cock dragged against my walls with every pull back, only to slam in again, hitting that deep spot that sent sparks exploding through my core. The pain from his spanks throbbed in rhythm with his thrusts, but the pleasure coiled tighter, uncontrollable, forcing whimpers from my throat.
The humiliation fueled the fire building inside me, my body surrendering even as my mind screamed in protest. Tears streamed freely now, mixing with the sweat on my skin, but I couldn't stop the way my pussy fluttered around him.
“Fuuuck... Please,” I begged brokenly, hating myself for it. “It's too much...”
“Too much? Nah, you're built for this,” he rasped, his pace quickening, balls slapping against my clit with wet, obscene sounds. “Gonna make you cum all over my cock right here, show everyone what happens when you defy me.”
The pressure snapped suddenly, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm. I squirted hard, juices gushing out around his thrusting cock, soaking his jeans and dripping down my shaking thighs. A raw scream escaped me, muffled only by the roar of another passing vehicle.
“That’s it,” Caleb growled, his voice thick with lust as he fucked me through the waves, not letting up. “I like how you fucking take my cock. So wet and desperate for it.”
He didn't stop until his own release hit, groaning deep as he flooded my pussy with hot spurts of cum, grinding deep to claim every inch. As the aftershocks faded, he eased out slowly, his grip turning gentle. He pulled me up from the hood, wrapping his arms around me from behind, his lips brushing my tear-streaked cheek.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling away from me.
I slumped down, catching my breath as I watched him shove his cock into his jeans.
“You killed a man, Elsie.” I froze when he said it, the words landing so hard it felt like the ground shifted beneath me.
I lifted my chin, even though my hands were shaking. “He was raping a girl,” I said, hearing my own voice crack with anger. “He deserved it. And I would do it again if I had to.”
Caleb stepped closer and grabbed my shoulder, yanking me up to my feet. He steadied me like he thought I might fall or run. His fingers dug into my skin as he forced me to look at him. “There are CCTV cameras everywhere,” he said, each word slow and heavy. “Every step you took was recorded. What were you thinking? Elsie, you got caught on camera strangling a man to death.” The way he said it made something cold crawl down my spine.
Then he breathed out, almost like the next words pained him. “The man you killed… he’s Diego’s son.” Caleb’s voice dropped even lower. “Diego is a very dangerous man. He doesn’t forgive. And right now, he wants your head.”