When he bites into your skin, sharp teeth tearing away flesh, you bleed and he inflates inside his pants. Girthy thick cock pulsing, eager to be pushed inside of your waiting cunt.
It's wrong. He knows it, so do you. But you careen down this dark path. The ropes tighten against your wrists as you wriggle, the blood oozing down your neck, red streaks dripping down your raised nipples.
He stares at your bruised body, wavering breath as he licks his lips, your blood still staining his plump lips. You're shivering, perhaps from the way he stares down at you, light blue eyes darker than storming seas, dangerous and maniacal. Perhaps from the cool stone of the dingy dark basement he keeps you tied up in. But what did you expect? He couldn't sit you at the dinner table with him. Right across from his wife? His two children?
No.
You were his secret. His dirty little secret. A dirty little secret held captive underneath his expensive home, chained to the walls so you couldn't traipse around and draw attention, dazed and confused. But...anything to be his. He stands above you as you sit on your knees before him. Worshipping him like the god he is. Beautiful, golden, intense, dominant, powerful. Eyes as blue as the clear sky. Or rather the light blue cotton dress that you happen to get a peek of his wife wearing through the sliver of the open basement door. Your freedom. A freedom you do not crave.
"Erwin, honey, I thought I heard a bump of something in the basement. Can you check it out for me?" her sweet voice echoed through the floorboards above your head.
He'd punished you something fierce that night. Left handprints that left you unable to sit, pounded so deeply into your cunt your pelvis ached for three days after. The veins in his forehead had protruded, his thick eyebrows furrowed, teeth gnashing as his cock beat against your cervix.
You were terrified. He was terrifying.
The hardest part was staying quiet, keeping your sobs and wails smothered as you bit into the pillow he graciously stuffed your face into. It was the first time you ever thought of escaping. Of ripping the binds from your arms and running out into the sunshine. Maybe you'd tell his wife everything, call the police, get him arrested for abduction despite your consent in going with him and staying with him.
But then he apologized, the fifth time you'd come, your body shivering, cunt aching, bruises and open wounds oozing blood as you cowered in the corner away from him.
"No my sweet lamb, don't be afraid of me," he cooed, reaching out to you.
He caressed your cheek softly, he looked at you like you were beautiful. He rubbed your hair and kissed you and when he held you he told you he loved you and all thoughts of escaping vanished.
He does love you. Of course he does. Why would he keep you around if he didn't? Why would he praise you so well when you took his cock between your lips and choked at the bulge of it in your throat?
"Open wider," he commanded, "and swallow everything."
He didn't have to tell you that. You always did, every drop. His cum was like medicine, like nectar of the gods. You'd give anything to taste it, and would give even more to be filled with it.
Of all the filthy fluids he's pumped inside of you, his cum was never one of them. That was saved for his wife.
You think of her now, as your eyes water and your jaw tightens gasping for air as your lips wrap around the base of his dick. You hear him groan and spill his seed down your throat, thrusting so far into your mouth that the coily blonde hair and his heavy balls slap against your chin. You swallow his load and think of his wife's pretty blue dress stretched over her bulging pregnant belly.
Did you wish you could be her? Sometimes you do. Sometimes in the dark of night when you're asleep on the dirty mattress of the basement, you picture your face on her body. Pregnant and kissing him on the cheek. Raising his golden haired children and cooking him meals.
He pulls himself from your mouth right as you think you're about to pass out and grasps your face. He wipes away the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumb. He smiles down at you proudly, breathing heavily.
"That's my girl. Are you ready for my cock now, Lamb?" he asks.
His voice soothes you, pulls you back in. He loves you. He loves the way you feel, he tells you that all the time.
You nod feverishly, eagerly and he undoes the ropes and chains, and stands you up to plaster your face against the wall. His cock pulses again, and he pulls your body up flush with his. He rubs his length through your folds, licks the dripping bloody wound again and whispers in your ear.
"You'll stay with me forever, won't you? Be my little lamb forever. I love you darling."
He pushes into your cunt, then fucks you rough and deep until your legs are shaking and you can no longer stand.
You don't wish to be her. She could never have what you have with him.
Darling. He's never called you that.
"Y...yes... Erwin... I.. I'm yours. I'll stay yours... forever."
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A:N Lol This Is Realy Short I Know....
