One-Shot Collection | Patrick Bateman

Spread It Out (Patrick Bateman's POV)

SUMMARY: Bateman dominates what's his, and what's his... is you... see what happens inside Patrick's head when he fucks you silly.

My slutty little plaything, my little porcelain doll.

I wonder how humiliating it was for you to be dicked down by your boss. I wanted you to answer me, but you never seemed to let me have such a pleasure. So, I'd have my pleasure in another way — you, moaning and lying flat on your belly beneath me, all splayed out and wet for me. My king-size bed creaked miserable from my rough pounding.

"Sir!" you moaned and grabbed my hips. "Mmhhmm... Please, finger my pussy... p-please! I want you to use both of my holes..."

Mesmerized, I watched as you arched your back and bit the pillow from the way my fat cock was stretching your tight ass. "Oh, honey, you are such a fucking glutton for punishment, aren't you?" I sneered, my hands gripping your hips with an iron grip, driving my swollen cock deep into your throbbing, tight ass. "You want it rough, don't you?" I reached under your writhing form with my free hand, my fingers tracing the wet, eager folds of your pussy. I slid a finger inside, curling it to find the sweet spot that would make your body tremble even more, "You're so fucking tight, it's like you were made to be fucked by me." I exhaled, enjoying the play of agony and ecstasy dancing across your expressive features.

"A-awww, I...I can f-feel you...in m-my belly..." Your cries and moans are like a symphony to my twisted senses, only urging me on.

Adding another finger, I pumped mercilessly, marveling at the slickness that met my touch. "Look at you, dripping like a fucking whore in heat," I growled, finding a cruel rhythm as I alternately thrust my fingers and then my cock, each movement deeper, harder, more degrading than the last.

I could feel you stretching, accommodating me, your tightness clenching around me in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sight of your back arching, the way you desperately bit down on the covers, it's all too fucking irresistible, intensifying the savage thrusts I delivered. I could care less about the tears that wet your lashes or the ache that echoed in your cries; all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of your body yielding to mine, the raw, carnal pleasure that pulsed through me with each thrust. I was going to take whatever I wanted from you, and you were going to fucking take it. All of it.

Whimpering pathetically, you crumpled the sheets and turned to glance at my flushed face. The cruel attack on both of your holes left you no choice but to cry in pleasure and pain. "You...you're so big...that it hurts! Mmmhmm, please!" You whimpered and bit your lower lip, giving me your most innocent stare which set me on fire.

My hands roam over you with a harsh possessiveness, the sensation of your tight heat nearly driving me out of my mind. Your cries and pleas, they're music to my ears — a chorus of desperation as you're split open on my girth.

"Please, what?" I sneered, my thrusts relentless and unforgiving. "You're not asking to stop, are you? No, you can take it. You'll take it all because you have to, because I fucking want you to!" I leaned over you, my hand still working your clit, rough and demanding, my breath hot on your skin. "It hurts, huh? But it's a good hurt, isn't it? The kind that you'll dream about, that you'll beg for... the kind that reminds you of who you belong to!" Every part of me reveled in the control, in the dominance I wielded over you. Watching you twist beneath me, destroyed by pleasure and pain, it's the ultimate aphrodisiac. "You say you want me," I rasped into your ear, "but words are cheap. Show me. Push back, meet my thrusts, take me like the devoted little whore you are. Do it... now!"

And as you obey, as you began to move against me, it was clear you were mine, body and soul. Every sob, every gasp, every shudder under my touch cemented my hold over you. In this moment, as I took you, as I broke you down and remade you, I was the entirety of your universe — your merciless lover, your unyielding fixture of dominance. My orgasm built at the base of my spine — a dark, foreboding pressure that indicated the nearing of a savage release. And when it washed over me, I flooded you, my seed hot inside your plundered ass. It was a mark, a claim more potent than any whispered confession of love. I was marking you from the inside out — irrevocably, brutally, completely.