He tugs on the chain until I get up. He walks me over to the plants and my heartbeat speeds up yet again as I face the plant with the unfurling leaf.
"You're going to grow for me, just like that," Nox whispers in my ear. "You're going to be a good girl for me and heal, so I can abuse you all over again. Say it."
"I'll be a good girl for you," I whisper, the words barely registering though I believe them fully. "I'll do anything you want, Nox. I'll be so good for you, I won't disappoint you ever again, please..."
"What are you begging for, little bird?" He spins me around so I'm looking at him. That's when it really hits me, all of it.
How long I've been alone in here.
How much I crave the touch I've denied myself for a full decade.
How desperate I am for Nox to fuck me.
"Your cock," I find myself saying. Nox smirks at me.
"You want me to fuck you, Dove?"
"Y-Yes."
"It's been so long, hasn't it?"
"S-So long," I manage. "Please, please let me have it."
"Are you desperate enough for me?"
"I've never been more needy," I admit, my voice breaking.
"Get on the fucking bed," Nox growls. "Spread your legs as wide as you fucking can."
I scramble onto the bed, the chain links making clanking noises as I do what he tells me. I spread my legs, guiltily remembering the teasing I put him through these eleven days, fucking myself when he couldn't, showing off everything he couldn't have. Something tells me I'm about to get punished for disobeying him, that he's going to put me in my place. My hopes soar in excitement.
"Show me your cunt."
Nox's order should make me feel shy, but it doesn't. Feeling wanton and daring, I spread my pussy lips, watching him closely for a reaction. He doesn't disappoint, a grin pulling at his lips as I uncover my innermost center for him.
"Such a pretty fucking pussy. Touch it. Fuck it for me."
My fingers slide inside my wet little hole and a moan escapes my lips as I start to bring myself closer to an inevitable release. I could come already. Skirting this close to the edge makes me scared and yet I can't fucking stop myself, I have to keep going.
"That's right, such a good whore. Keep fucking that pretty cunt. Show me what's mine. Show me what I'm going to take tonight."
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I bring myself closer and closer. My orgasm is imminent, waiting for me at the tip of my fingers yet so very far away, because I already know he won't make it that easy.
"Take your fingers out."
I do. The wetness makes an embarrassing sound and I flinch, flushing fiercely as I realize just how exposed I am for him.
Nox approaches me, eyes darkened with desire as they meet mine. "You want to come, little bird? You want my cock inside you, bringing you that orgasm you've dreamed of for years?"
"Y-Yes," I manage.
"Beg."
"Please fuck me."
"Beg more."
"Please, Nox, I can't take it," I struggle to get out. "Just fuck me, make me come, make me your whore, I'll be so good for you, I'll do it all for you, I'll never let you down again."
"That's right," he mutters. He looks almost crazed now and I've never been more attracted to him. "You're my property now, Dove. And I'm not done claiming you yet."
Chapter 29
Nox
She's never looked more beautiful than right now, overwhelmed with need and desire.
"You want me to fuck you?" I ask her, and she nods eagerly. "Tell me I own you."
Dove swallows thickly, but the words seem to roll off her tongue with ease now that she's admitted it to herself. "You own me, Nox."
"Good girl." I allow my fingertips to glide over the scar marring her face. "There's one last thing we need to do before I fuck you. Are you ready?"
She nods blindly, not even caring enough to ask me what her final task is. I smirk as I pull the pocketknife out. I hand it to her, careful not to cut her with the blade, and Dove turns her quizzical gaze to mine.
"What's this?"
"You want to be mine, Dove?" I grunt. "I want you to get back at me for what I did to you."
"What do you mean?"
I trace my fingertips over my cheek, mirroring the puckered scar on her face. "Right here. You're going to cut me."
Her hand holding the knife shakes, but she doesn't let go. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Why not?" I smirk. "How many times have you thought about it, little bird? Getting back at me. Doing the same thing I did to you. Hurting me. Now's your fucking chance. I won't give you another one."
She seems lost in thought. I knew this would go one of two ways – either she'd be eager and willing from the get-go, or she'd need a while to come around to the idea. But I decided I wanted this when I first saw how my scar had changed her life. It'll be the perfect way to show people she's my property. And I want to pay for what I did to her. Of course, it's not the main reason I'm doing all this. I'm doing it so Dove can grow as a person.
"You don't want to?" I ask and she shakes her head, staring at the knife in her hands while her bottom lip trembles. "But think about how good it would feel, little bird. Getting that revenge... hurting me like I hurt you. Don't you want to ruin my life, Dove?"
"I..." Her words are shaky as they come out. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You hurt yourself," I hiss. "You hurt yourself all the time. But you won't, not anymore. Now every time you want to cut into your skin, you're going to cut me instead. We'll see how quickly we break that nasty little habit of yours."
"P-Please," she manages, her voice breaking. "I don't want to do this."
"Are you sure?" I taunt her. "Are you absolutely fucking sure you don't want this, Dove? I thought you'd be eager to punish me. After all, you hate me so fucking much, don't you?"
"I..." She's getting confused. I can practically see the cogs turning in her brain as she tries to come to terms with her own thoughts. "I do hate you."
"Then fucking cut me." I kneel down next to her, grab her hand holding the knife by the wrist and gently press it against my cheek. "It would be so easy, Dove. You can take it all out on me, I won't punish you for it. I'll reward you. Now fucking cut me."
"N-No," she shakes her head vehemently, but I force her hand to dig the knife's tip into my skin. "No, Nox!"
"Yes." I grin at her through the pain. "Do it. Think of what I did to you. Think of how I ruined your life. All the things you missed out on, because of me. What I did. How I wrecked you. Ruined you. Took everything from you. You didn't want it, did you, Dove? Now is your fucking chance. Get back at me, little bird."
She lets out a yelp and pulls her hand back. The knife clatters to the floor and a droplet of blood runs down my cheek.
"Pathetic," I tell her. "You can't even bring yourself to hurt the man that took everything away from you, can you, Dove?"
"Yes, I can," she hisses. "I can. I will. I can."
"Promises, promises," I smirk. "So full of it, Dove. But I'm not buying your bullshit. You're gonna have to try fucking harder."
"I hate you."
"I know you do. So, take the knife."
Her eyes go to the bloodied blade on the floor. With shaky fingers she picks it back up and glares at me.
"I'm just trying to help you, Dove," I say, with a gentler tone. "I'm trying to help you heal and get better for me, so you can continue being an excellent slut."
"P-Please."
"Don't be weak right now," I demand. "Come here."
She comes closer, holding the knife in her shaky fingers. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You have to," I tell her, gentler than I thought I was capable of being. "It'll help you deal with everything that's happened. Place the blade on my cheek."
She raises a trembling hand and rests the cool blade against my cheek.
"Good girl. See how well you obey? I need you to listen to me, Dove. I need you to hurt me. I need you to cut
me. I want us to wear matching scars for the rest of our lives. I want everyone to know we did this to each other."
"You're sick," she whispers, but I don't reply. And when her eyes find mine, I know everything I can't put into words is staring back at her. I can only hope she's strong enough to go through with what she must do to find some closure from the fucked up shit I've done to her.
"Please, Dove." I never fucking beg, and the words feel alien on my tongue. "Cut me. I want to be like you."
She lets out the smallest whimper. Her fingers go to her own scar, touching the surface, as if trying to memorize the exact way I cut her. I'm about to speak again, encourage her to do it, but she doesn't need it. The blade sinks into my skin, tearing at it.
"Good girl," I hiss through the pain. She looks strong right now, not like the fearful little girl I've got her pegged as. "Keep going. Make me look like you."
She doesn't say a word. I can tell she's concentrating now, focusing solely on her fucked up little task. The knife hurts as it carves me, but I'm too turned on to pay it any mind. She doesn't stop. When it's over, the bloody knife clatters to the ground once more and she covers her mouth with her palm, unable to believe what she's just done.
"That felt good, didn't it?" I hiss, ignoring the searing pain in my cheek. "You got back at me now, Dove. We don't owe each other anymore. Now I can use you as hard as I fucking want without any repercussions, isn't that right, little bird?"
"I can't b-believe I-I did that," she stutters, closing her eyes firmly.
"Look at me," I demand. "Look at what you did. I deserve this, Dove. You had to get back at me. I know how good it feels, I've been there too, little bird. Let it fill you. Let it overtake you."
"No, please," she whispers, my weak little bird once more.
I take hold of her shoulders and push her up against the wall, caging her body with mine. I can feel blood running over my face and down my neck, but I don't give a shit.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I tell her. "I'm going to hurt that pussy until you never have a doubt about who it belongs to ever again."
"Please." She sounds so fucking broken. I can't wait to make it worse.
"Tell me how much you loved it," I taunt her. "I know I did. Cutting into your face made me so goddamn hard. Not because it hurt you. Because I knew you’d think of me every single time you saw your reflection. You can never escape me, Dove. Never. I'll always be here..."
I tap my fingers against her temples and she looks up at me, no longer the timid, intimidated Dove Canterbury she was when I first brought her in here.
"I loved it," she whispers. "I fucking love seeing you bleed."
I crush my lips against hers the moment those words leave her mouth. I kiss her hard, my blood smearing her face, punishing her for every second we were separated. My cock hardens between us, throbbing, pressing against her with a silent demand to be noticed, to be touched. She doesn't ignore it. Her trembling fingers find their way to my zipper and belt, pulling, freeing my cock. She gasps when she wraps her palm around it, jerking me hard and fast until I'm groaning her name, ready to fucking burst.
"Not yet," I tell her roughly. "I'm going to fuck you first. You want that cock inside you, don't you?"
"Yes," she nods eagerly, burning desire in her eyes. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to give me everything, I want it all, Nox."
"Fuck, little bird." I grab her by the waist and she shrieks as I carry her back to the bed. I lay her down gently and kneel between her legs. She's still fucking naked and I've never been more tempted in my life. I'll fuck her soon, but not before I taste the sweet sugar of her cunt.
I start licking her, filling my mouth with her taste as it mixes with the metallic taste of my own blood. She's a moaning, whimpering mess in seconds. I know how to eat a girl out, and my favorite toy is about to realize she's never had it better.
Burrowing my face between her creamy thighs, I get my fill of her essence until she's gasping for breath as much as I am.
"Please," she begs. "Please, fuck me! I can't take this, it's torture."
With a grunt, I pull myself to my knees. I place my cock on her belly, just to show her how deep inside I'm going to go. "See that, little bird? My cock's too fucking big for you. Are you going to cry for me?"
A couple of drops of blood fall on her perfect skin and she shivers. "Yes. I'll cry. I'll do anything you fucking want."
"You better mean it, little bird."
I take hold of her legs and lift them, parting them wide, my cock throbbing at the sight of her blood-stained pussy. With one long push, I sink my cock balls deep inside her drippy little cunt. She gasps when I do, but it soon turns into a moan as I start rocking my hips inside her, making her wetter and wetter with each thrust of my powerful hips. God, I could spend an eternity doing this, torturing her. She feels so damn good on my cock. Dove is so beautiful when she's falling apart.
"I can't," she whispers brokenly. "I need to come."
"No fucking coming," I hiss. "Not yet. Not until you're ripe for it."
She whimpers as my hand finds her throat. Clenching my fist around her swan-like neck feels so fucking good I almost burst on the goddamn spot. I could fill her right now. Pump her full of my seed, not giving a shit that she's not on protection. Just fuck my cum so deep inside her we'll both know she's pregnant by the time I'm done.
I want to.
But I want her to beg for it first.
"You want it like this?" I ask her. "Raw, without anything between us? Is that what you want, Dove?"
"Yes," she begs. "Please, that's what I want, keep going, keep fucking me."
"Sick little bitch," I grunt. "You loved hurting me, didn't you?"
"You deserved it," she admits.
"Fuck yes." I pump inside her harder, losing all inhibition as I get closer and closer, but pull back before it’s too late.
No way am I letting myself come yet.
I'm going to keep torturing my little bird.
That's what she was made for, after all.
Chapter 30
Dove
He's fucking me like this is his mission on the planet – to make me submit using his hands, his voice and his cock, and nothing fucking else. I'm a mess in seconds, still reeling from what he made me do to him. The wound on his face is dripping with blood and I know it needs stitches, but neither of us is stopping to get him to a hospital.
I'm almost feverish with desire. Overtaken with all those feelings I fought to keep out for fucking years. Nothing matters right now, everything other than Nox forgotten and pushed to the side. I don't think about Sam. I don't think about Robin's disappearance. All I can focus on is the cock punishing me for every minute we spent apart, driving into me with a punishing force that threatens to rip me up from the inside.
"Please, Nox," I whisper. "Please don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it, little bird. Keep taking it like a good fucking slut. Spread your legs wider for me."
I do as I'm told, ignoring the pain from having my thighs spread so wide my muscles hurt. Nothing matters but being his good little whore, submitting to him in every way he wants and giving him everything he desires. I want to be nothing more than a fuckdoll. An object he uses to fuel his desire, a fleshlight for him to fuck, a blow-up doll he can use and abuse any time and any way he fucking wants to.
His cock is impossibly hard inside me, tightening while I clench. I can feel the veins throbbing, making him harder than I thought possible. It's been so long since I felt Parker Miller inside me. But this isn't him. This is Nox. And Nox doesn't love June. Nox only sees me.
Getting lost in the carnage of the situation, I allow my eyes to roll back and my body to submit to his every wicked desire. I want so much more but I force myself to grit my teeth and stop fucking begging. I accept his rewards and his punishments together, my body letting him in, even when my mind refuses to do so.
He's stretching me so bad it hurts. I've never had a cock like his, this
big, this fucking demanding. He's going to tear me apart and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop him.
And I don't even want him to stop...
Crazed thoughts enter my mind and I dig my nails into his back, scratching, hissing his name as he continues to fuck me mercilessly.
"I missed your cock so much," I whisper, unable to help myself. "I missed it inside me, missed it fucking me..."
"It missed you too," Nox grunts. "I'm not letting anyone else have this pussy. You got that, little bird? All your holes are mine. If I see someone else ogle you, I'm going to fucking kill them."
"You're crazy," I breathe. "You're so fucking sick and twisted..."
"If you think that's going to stop me, you're fucking wrong," he roars, plunging his cock deep inside me and making me cry out in pain. "That's right, I want it to fucking hurt you, little bird. I want your cunt sore and desperate for my cum to soothe it. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Y-Yes," I admit readily as blood from his face drips onto my tits. My head is too fucked to start wondering how fucked up all this is. I want him. I want to come on his cock. I want to be filled with his seed. I want to be dripping with his cum. I want to dip my fingers in and lick every drop he pumps inside me. "Give it to me, Nox. I want it, I'll do anything."
"Keep begging," he grunts. "I want to hear your sweet voice..."
"Please, Nox." My voice keeps fucking breaking and I flush deeply, realizing how embarrassing it is. Yet still, I continue, "Please, keep fucking me, fill me, give me everything, I want it all."
He growls and pulls me closer, sliding my body down until my legs wrap around his hips. He grabs my ass and continues to pound me while I close my eyes and shiver under the pressure of what we've done.
I'm fucking the psycho stalker who's been abusing me since I was eighteen years old. I've let him have it all, my orgasms, my life, my fucking dignity. And the worst part is, I never want him to give it back. I'm his property now – fully his. For ever.
"Fill me please," I beg desperately. "Give it to me, I don't want to wait any longer."
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