by Piper Stone
“Would you like to come, Sadie?”
“Yes. Yes...” I answered without thinking, barely recognizing my own voice. I couldn’t want this. I couldn’t do this. The shame and the horror of what was happening threw me, pitching me head first into a moment of sickness even as the enthralling taste of ecstasy shot through me.
“Then ask nicely for what you want,” he commanded, changing the angle of his hand once again, his thumb digging into my tender tissue. He kicked my legs further apart, easing his other hand along my thigh, rubbing ever so gently then sliding around my hip.
When he brushed the tips of two fingers up and down between the cleft of my ass, I tensed. No man had ever dared touch me in my dark hole. I was shaken, thrown but I wanted nothing more than to be violated. This was crazy. My face was on fire, my pulse racing.
“Ask,” he demanded.
I hesitated again until his glare became painful in some crazy way.
“Please, may I... come?”
“Good girl,” he mumbled and thrust two fingers firmly into my bottom. “My sweet virgin hole. I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”
“Uh-huh.” I had to be mad but there was no escaping the way I felt, the hunger that left me unbridled, begging for a crazed monster to finger-fuck me. His fingers continued to slide in and out of my pussy and the second he shoved his long digits into my asshole, there was no holding back. The scream erupting from my throat was so raw, almost beastlike in sound.
I gazed into his eyes, his pupils blazing with a fire gilded in gold. Power exuded all around him, dangerous and unforgiving. He wanted all of me and he was going to take what he wanted.
Period.
I came in wave after wave, leaving me driven to a very primal level, where hunger and thirst were all that mattered. In those moments of rapture, our connection drew stronger, until my humiliation returned, yanking me back into the safety of my steel armor. It took all I had to try to shut him out, to remind the nasty girl inside that this was the epitome of an abominable creature.
No. No! I couldn’t stop shaking.
“Ooohhh...” I heard the moan rushing up from my very core, shattering my resolve. I wanted more. I craved more.
He chuckled, breaking the wondrous moment. “There’s so much for you to experience.”
I watched as he licked and sucked my juice from his fingers, his expression one of carnal satisfaction. His statement cut through to whatever rational mind I had left, sending me over the edge. I slowly looked down, trying to accept what had just happened. There was no way I could have enjoyed being ravaged by him. My mind was muddled but there was no denying the filthy scent of my own orgasm, the fragrance filling my nostrils and making me sick to my stomach.
I wanted to lash out, dig out his eyes. I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat. I skittered backward, sliding my clammy hands down the front of the gown. As if the slip of material could hide anything from him.
He would strip it away, keeping me naked and waiting.
For him.
For a monster.
My protector.
Oh, God...
“What is this? Who are you?” I heard the words spew from my mouth, shocking me more than I could have imagined. “What do you want from me? Take me home right now. You’re nothing but a horrible monster. You’re going to fry for this. I swear to you.”
His chuckle was laced with another deep and boisterous sound, his eyes twinkling. “And you know that’s not going to happen. Going home isn’t a current option. Besides, you don’t want to go back to the travesty of your family. Do you? I daresay that an exorcism certainly wouldn’t warrant being very close to my family.”
My God. My. Fucking. God. How did he know? How could he know anything about me? I doubled over, dry heaving from the embarrassment of being so aroused, sickened by my actions.
Get away. Get away!
I was aware the door had been left open and the primary need for self-preservation snapped into place, awakening the sluggish synapses within my brain. I bolted toward the door, fueled by the terror creeping up along every extremity, eating at my brain.
He would use me.
He would fuck me.
He would kill me.
There was no exertion on his part, no exclamations of rage. He simply had his arm around my neck, holding me close to his chest. I was enveloped in the prowess of the man, the way he held me as if he’d been my dominating lover all my life. I struggled in his arms, even though I knew there was no getting away.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, Sadie. As you can imagine, you’re going to pay for your sins. Everyone does.” He whispered the words into my ear, the notes so melodic that I was drawn deeper into his circle of hunger, leaving me wet and panting.
“Please. I’ll be good.” Why had I muttered the words? Why would I promise anything to this brute?
“Mmm...” He licked down the back of my earlobe before raking his teeth across my skin. “Yes, you will. Very good indeed.”
I watched in sheer fascination as his arm swept across the table of glorious food, the force smashing the fruits against the wall, pulp sliding down in the most provocative manner. I was disheartened, the same longing for food spilling back into me.
Insatiable.
The word continued to play in my mind. Why would I give a damn about food? I kicked out, catching him in the shins but my feet were bare, barely able to provide any level of force.
He grabbed my leg, his fingers digging into my flesh. This time, his look was one of admonishment, the light forged from his eyes. “You are a fighter. That is to be expected.”
As if the fucker knew me.
“What did you think I was going to do, let you take me, you horrible fuck?” Every instinct kicked in and I struggled and pushed, managing to break free from his hold. Just as before, I hadn’t felt or seen him before he had me in his clutches, exacting his brand of domination.
He pushed me over the edge of the table. The second he released his grip, I scrambled to get out of his hold one more time, clawing at the wooden top. I heard a single guttural howl as he pitched me down again, pressing his hand against the small of my back. “Stay in position or I assure you that your punishment is going to be much worse.”
“Fuck you!”
“Little girl, I suggest you remember who you’re talking to.”
“Please, let me go!” The wind knocked out of me, I pressed my face against the cool surface, taking gasping breaths.
“You need to learn a lesson.”
The sound as the gown was ripped from my body seemed magnified, much like the rest of my senses. Everything was off kilter, shame shifting into every cell as every cell in my body rushed straight into another series of tingles. How could I be so electrified around him? Why was he doing this? Why was he punishing me?
Why did I crave him?
Everything was a blur as he brushed the tips of his fingers down my spine, heightening my senses even further. I was on fire, the embers ignited now a firestorm of need, a hunger that could never be sated. This was horrible, crazy, and I knew my mind had fallen into a protective moment of raw insanity.
There was no cracking sound, no moment of preparation before he snapped his palm across my bottom. He repeated the hard smack several times until finally there was a bloom of pain washing into me. I gripped the edge of the table, digging my nails in as he continued, peppering each ass cheek with solid strikes.
“No. No. No.” My words were muffled, falling away as I slid into a tremendous sense of despair, wanting nothing more than forgiveness for my sins. Even though I’d attempted to escape, I didn’t deserve this. I wasn’t a bad girl. The dichotomy of emotions was so raw and powerful, keeping my adrenaline high until it almost suffocated me.
Heat crested along my jawline, filtering to my cheeks as the harsh spanking seemed to intensify.
Raw anguish flowed, spilling into every cell and muscle. He refused to stop, smacking me harder and faster. I coul
d finally hear the way his hand cracked against my naked skin. With every hard whack I jumped, kicking out my legs. I’d never been spanked before. My father had threatened but had never actually performed the deed. Time spent in the corner was enough.
This... This was horrible, embarrassing, and left me with an inability to think clearly. I was still sick, unable to move or fight any longer. He’d won. I pressed my face against the table, gulping for air as the spanking continued, a volley of hard smacks including my upper thighs.
Smack! Smack!
I lost count of how many swats, the pain exploding, roaring into every crevice within my body. I bit back whimpers, refusing to even tear up. Fuck him.
Fuck this!
Oh, God...
The monster rolled me over, planting both hands on either side of the table as he leaned over, taking several deep breaths. “You will learn, Sadie, that your entire world isn’t what you believe it to be. You will know and understand my power and one day, you’ll be my queen. For now, I will fuck you over and over again until you’re left drained, both begging me to stop and longing for me to continue. I will take every hole over and over again until I’m sated, my skin stained by your scent. And I will punish you for every infraction, making certain you understand the rules. My rules.”
His words lingered, covering me like a warm blanket. Fear no longer sheltered in me, only a growing resolve I refused to share with him.
He would not break me. No matter what he did, he would never take away my soul. “No matter what you do to me, you will never squelch my spirit. You will not break me.” You freak. You monster. You bastard.
“Why would I ever want to do that? The beauty I see in you has everything to do with the woman inside, confident and strong, but make no mistake, every inch of your sweet body belongs to me.”
As he loomed over me, I drank in his scent, unable to stop the way it slid into my system, filling me. His long hair was curled and as he lowered his head, several strands tickled my skin. He growled when he dragged his rough tongue down my cheek, the sound so savage and dark that I couldn’t stop shaking.
When he rolled the tip of his tongue around my nipples, bringing both to full arousal, I closed my eyes, refusing to give him any credit for turning me on. I was angry at my body, my filthy, nasty body for wanting anything to do with this.
“Look at me, Sadie.”
“No.”
“I said look at me. Now!”
I did as I was told, taking several deep breaths as my eyes raked down the length of him. When had he undressed? He was completely naked, his skin glowing in the ugliness of the room. He was so handsome, built like no other male I’d seen with a muscular chest and rippled pecs, every part of his body chiseled from the finest selection of stone. Legs that were long and lean. Shoulders so broad and powerful. And his cock was a thing of beauty, so thick, the tip purple and bulbous. My entire being was saturated with gut-wrenching desire, longing to suck him, to take every drop of his sweet cream.
I was unable to close my eyes. It was as though the monster was requiring me to watch our coupling: his taking me, the wrecking of the girl inside.
As he gathered my legs into his arms, splitting them wide open, I was lost in the pools of darkness that had reclaimed his eyes. Stars swirled as lights flashed, my entire being shivering in anticipation.
He pushed the tip of his cock just past my folds, hovering over me, a smile curling in the corner of his mouth. “And so it begins.” He thrust the entire length of his cock all the way inside, breaking past the barriers of my resistance, driving into the very core of me.
I screamed, the sound echoing, as I jerked up from the table. He was so thick, so wide that he filled me utterly and completely, my muscles aching as they accepted the huge invasion. “Oh, God.”
He breathed over me, the ragged sounds emitted truly a reminder that he was nothing more than a beast, vile and raunchy. He toyed with me, driving in short bursts then slamming in again. And again. His fingernails dug into my skin as he fucked me, yanking me down in brutal motions, plunging his cock all the way to my womb.
I could only pant, still struggling to keep breathing as he took me, driving in hard and fast.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” I wanted so desperately to close my eyes, to will away the horrors of this moment, even as the dazzle of another jolt of electricity shot through me. My toes curled as the continued humiliation of my own desires was overshadowed by the crazed intensity of my needs. Wicked and wild.
Evil. Evil. Evil.
The words filtered into my brain. I knew he was ready to come, to explode deep inside and I could only watch, my pussy muscles clenching involuntarily. Taking him.
Accepting him.
Being used by him.
All time seemed to stop as he threw his head back, roaring to Gods and demons, his ragged cry filtering into my mind and my very soul.
Now you belong to me. We will never be apart. We will always be as one. But we’re not finished, my lovely Sadie. You will succumb to me in every manner. There is no place to run, no one who will keep you hidden. There is no salvation.
As the words floated around me, creating another fog, I knew he would never let me go. He would never stop from hunting me. There was no place I could run or hide that the devil wouldn’t find me.
Evil...
Chapter Three
Christoff
I am ruthless, more beast than man.
She is an innocent babe, prepared to fight for her beliefs.
I am the true meaning of the word evil.
She is a shimmering light, powering the Earth with her goodness.
But I am also the only creature who can protect her. Marking her with my stain will keep the demons away.
At least for a time.
But they will come searching, scouring the Earth like vermin feasting on brittle bones and pools of blood, their hunger just as insatiable as mine.
Only in an entirely different way.
I was supposed to become a king, accepting responsibility for the throne that was mine by birthright. Instead, I was playing foolish games, unforgiving in every manner.
Including of myself.
However, I would do what needed to be done, no matter the cost.
I sneered as I headed toward the basement, adjusting the collar of my shirt as if my appearance mattered to her in any manner. To Sadie, I was the kind of monster who only existed in nightmares, wallowing in some wretched desire to maim and kill.
Only that had never been my intent, not in the thousand years of living. I was considered a disgrace to my kingdom, something I no longer gave a shit about.
As I walked down the set of stairs, I knew the echo of the battered wood would find her attention, peaking her innate terror. Even during the moment of tenderness, I hadn’t been able to garner any level of trust. How could I? After all, I was the man who’d locked her away.
I was also the man who’d whisked her away from a horrific situation. Her father would be dealt with, but in a manner well-fitting a pompous man of God.
Waving my hand, I waited until the door opened all the way before walking inside. I’d given her space to think, to reflect on everything occurring. Now it was time to begin her training in earnest.
The hunger swelled deep within, furrowing into my loins, keeping my cock at full attention. Just watching her transformation was more beautiful than anything I’d experienced in a long and fruitless life. She was everything I’d imagined; sweet and kind, strong in ways I hadn’t anticipated. With every husky moan escaping her luscious lips, I wanted her even more.
I had no patience, even though I’d waited for years. Sadie had no understanding of her purpose or the need to keep her safe and in order to do so, I had to forge a bond that could never be ripped apart.
Even if that meant breaking down her walls, stripping her of the very humanity she believed still existed. She would soon learn otherwise. The evil hovering over Earth, ready to create the u
ltimate cataclysm made no differentiation between good and evil. There was no such thing in the ugly licking flames of hell.
Salvation.
I’d actually used the words as if they mattered to me in any manner. I’d searched long and hard to find her, the woman I’d spent eons searching for, ravaged by the bleakness encompassing a world that had vanquished what little humanity was left. Saints and sinners. There was very little middle ground and in truth, the saints were no better than those considered true evil. A snicker left my lips from the entertaining thought alone. No one would mistake me for a poet.
Or a saint.
Every craving I had for her was evil in nature, the ravaging desire of a madman. I’d given her a mere taste of what she could expect. Now I wanted something darker and hotter.
As soon as I entered the cold, bleak space, she scrambled onto the bed, forcing her back against the wall. Strings of her beautiful hair dangled in front of her eyes, but I could still see her dilated pupils. She was studying me, not cowering like some child.
And she was calculating several methods of attempting escape. I read her every thought, the hatred she’d latched onto even though her body and soul continued to betray her. I had no issue in the dim lighting seeing the outline of her hardened nipples against the sheer fabric of the simple shift I’d allowed her to wear. With the way her knees were folded against her chest, the plumpness of her beautiful pink pussy lips was a powerful draw.
My thirst was unquenchable.
I should be annoyed, disciplining her in a brutal manner for her murderous thoughts, but in truth, I was fascinated by her resolve. I approached the cot, fully cognizant of the fact she’d managed to remove a single link of chain, prepared to use the hard steel as a weapon. I was totally amused at her efforts, even though I’d promised her swift and harsh punishment for every infraction.
I refused to back down. Obedience would help keep her alive.
Sadie refused to blink as I walked closer, her shoulders heaving from the rapid breaths she was taking. Both fists were clenched tightly, wrapped around her knees as if she could keep her sex safe from me. There was no holding back, no remorse for taking her brutally.
