"You wanted something inside, didn't you?" he asks, his voice a dark whisper on my skin, like the faint reminder of a kiss. "Here, have my finger, Junebug. Is that enough for your greedy little cunt?"
He begins fucking me with one finger, then two. I'm impossibly tight. It feels as if my pussy is ready to milk him of his cum. It’s ready for his cock when he's only letting me have fingers.
"Please, Kade," I whisper. "Not enough... Need more."
"Then beg for it," he replies hoarsely. I'm embarrassed, my cheeks flushed, but I'm done fighting my instincts.
"Kade, give it to me," I beg. "Give me your cock, fill me up. I can't stand another second without it."
"Not a single please in there," he hisses in my ear, making me moan and arch my back as his fingers fill my dripping hole. "Come on, Junebug, you can do fucking better for me, can't you?"
"Please!" I'm desperate now and not even attempting to hide it. My back keeps arching, hurting me. But it's nothing compared to the unbearable lust I'm feeling. The need to feel his cock inside me is overwhelming. "Kade, no more torture. Fuck me, please... Oh God, Kade, fuck me, please fuck me, just fuck me, let me have it..."
"That's better." He pulls his fingers free, the sound making me flush even harder. I whimper, watching him take his clothes off until he stands before me naked, making my mouth water. His body is lean and muscular as if carved out of stone. He's so tall, overwhelmingly strong, and deliciously hard. "Get ready, Junebug, because I'm not gonna be fucking gentle. We're past that, don't you think?" He tugs on the clamps, making me mewl. Then he pulls them off, and I squeal from the unexpected pain, making him smirk. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Let's put them somewhere else now..."
He looks at my chest, and I want to cry when he positions the clamps on my nipples. The pain is unbearable. It's like being pinched continuously where it hurts most, and it's driving me insane. Sobs leave my mouth, but no tears fall as Kade crawls on top of me, covering my body in kisses, his warm tongue circling my skin.
"It's okay, Junebug," he grunts in my ear. "I'll make it all better..."
With that, he plunges his cock inside me. The pleasure of finally getting what I want is so overwhelming I almost manage to forget about the clamps. He starts to fuck me, and pain mixes with pleasure into a heady, overwhelmingly delicious cocktail. I don't know whether I'm crying or asking for more. None of it matters. All I care about is Kade, filling me up, giving me everything I've wanted for so fucking long.
To make matters worse, Kade pulls off one of the clamps, making me scream from the pain. But his hand clamps over my mouth next, silencing me.
"Tell me you love it," he orders me. "Tell me you love the pain."
I try to say something, but it comes out muffled. This seems to amuse Kade, and he tugs the other clamp off, making me scream again. But then his free hand finds its way between my legs, right to where my clit is throbbing for attention. He pinches it, twisting lovingly, making me see stars.
I've never dreamed of sex being like this. The perfect mix of dark and light, the stuff of nightmares, the stuff of dreams. I let him have everything. The pleasure is so overwhelming my eyes keep rolling back as my new husband takes advantage of my body, ravaging it. I let him have it all. And when I know I'm getting too close, he slows down, and the frantic thrusts and pinches turn into loving kisses, caresses of my swollen belly, and sweet nothings whispered in my ear.
"My wife," he breathes in my ear. "You know you're mine now, don't you? No escaping anymore, Junebug."
"No escaping," I agree hoarsely, feeling his cock swell inside me. "Oh God, Kade, please... Let me have it, let me have you, fill me up, please, fucking please."
"Take it," he grunts, driving himself deeper. I've never felt like this—stretched out, for his pleasure. "Come on my cock, Junebug. Let me feel that pussy massage my dick with your orgasm."
"Fuck!" I feel it happening as he says it, my hole tightening impossibly until the fireworks take over, ripping through my body. "Kade! Fuck, Kade!"
"That's right," he grunts. "Now tell me you love me."
"I love you." The words spill from my lips, urgent in their effort to get out. "I love you, Kade. I love you so much, fuuuuuck, please Kade, please, I love you!"
"Damn right, you fucking do," he grunts, and then I feel him release too, flooding me with his seed. He doesn't stop, though. He keeps fucking me, driving his cock in and out until I feel wetness pooling under us. It takes ages until he's satisfied. Ages until he pulls out, presses a kiss to my cheek, and unties the silk rope holding me captive. And by then, it's all too much. I start crying, and Kade pulls me into his embrace, cradling me in his arms. His fingers seek out the wetness between my legs, scooping up what he did to me and lifting it to my lips. "Shh, Junebug, it's okay. Eat up... You'll feel better..."
Obediently, I lick his fingers, my eyes on his as I lap up his release.
I can't believe what he just made me do. He's turned me into a fucktoy... a thing he uses for his pleasure. And I want it to stay like this forever.
"Is this what sex is going to be like from now on?" I ask as he kisses my tears away.
"If you want it to be," he mutters in my hair.
"I want it," I confess, still relishing the taste of him in my mouth.
"Then you only need to beg for it, Junebug..."
27
Parker
1 year later
"Oh Parker," she moans beneath me as I yank her hair back as hard as I can. She yelps with pain, but I don't stop there, pulling just a little bit more so her throat is exposed to my hungry mouth. I kiss her perfect, white, and slender neck with determination. I don't like how perfect it is, like a swan's. I already decided I'd stain it with dark blue and purple the first time I saw it.
That was a year ago, and I've been fucking her for the better part of the time that passed since then. As I pound deep inside her, I look at her face, twisted with ecstasy and pain combined.
She looks so much like June—tall and slender with long dark hair falling down the back. Unfortunately, it's light, even though I made her buy a box dye to turn it darker. So she looks more like my little sis, my obsession... After all this time, she's still the one I really want.
The girl's hair feels coarse between my fingertips, a stark reminder that she isn't and will never be June Wildfox. Her face isn't similar, her nose too small, her lips not full enough. But she will have to do.
Though every single time I'm inside her tight little holes, only one thought goes through my mind. This isn't the real fucking thing. I grab her ass with both of my hands, biting at her neck as I pump inside her. Her loud groans are obnoxious as though she's a whore. I guess my cock made her into one. And the bitch fucking loves it. The girl gasps as I break the skin on her neck, drawing blood. I let it stain my lips, tasting the iron in it and lap it up with my tongue.
"Please, Parker," she begs, just like I taught her. "Please, I can't take any more. I need to come now..." She digs her nails into the skin of my back as she pants for more pain and pleasure. I move my mouth to hers and make her taste her own blood while she squirms under me. She tries to move away, writhing beneath me, but I won't let her. I grip her tightly, moving her in tune with my own body.
"Take it deeper," I order her, pushing as far as I can as she yelps with pain. "More. Harder. Hurt for me, you little fucking whore."
She does as she is told, and her pussy fits my cock perfectly, taking all of me inside her. I can feel her walls contracting against me. Goddamn, it feels fucking good.
"Here you go, you little slut," I moan in her ear. "Here you motherfucking go."
With a groan, I pump a few more times, ignoring her cries of pain as I tear her up inside. Finally, I come with a loud curse, releasing my cum deep inside her.
"Oh, fuck, Parker," she moans for me. "Fuck, you're good. So fucking good... You're my god, Parker, you're my fucking religion..."
Smirking at her, I realize I can't take any more of her babbling
, so I slide my still rock-hard cock out of her pussy. Our juices leak out of her, running down the inside of her leg.
"Want me to lick it?" she asks, trying to sound seductive as she dips a finger in the liquid, then brings it up to her mouth. She sucks on her pointer finger in a way I'm sure she thinks is sexy, but only repulses me now that I'm done with her. I turn around without saying another thing, and she scoots over to me, kneading my shoulders and whispering what she'd like to do now in my ear.
"Would you let go?" I say roughly, pushing her off me none too gently. "Get it the fuck together, Marissa. Stop acting like such a brazen fucking whore. It's disgusting."
She does as she's told sheepishly, doubting herself just the way I taught her. As much as she annoys me, she's a good fuck—until she opens that goddamn mouth of hers.
I get my clothes on without bothering to take a shower. I know I reek of sex, but I have no intention of hiding the fact. In fact, it turns me on, knowing who I'm about to go see. I don't say goodbye to Marissa as I head out, but I do give her ass a smack. The satisfying sound makes me grin widely, and I slam the door shut behind me.
I head down the stairs to my studio. I've come a long way in the year that has passed, from a street artist to a homeowner, complete with my very own studio where I sell stuff, too. And I'm doing better than ever.
"Nox!" a pleasant voice greets me, and I turn around in time to see the door of the store opening and my benefactor walking in.
Thom Hodge dragged me up from the shithole I'd put myself in. He's the one I should thank every day for getting me where I am today—a successful, up-and-coming artist. And how do I thank him?
Marissa strolls down the stairs, out of breath and reeking of my cum.
"Hi, Daddy," she says, blushing furiously.
Hodge smiles widely, greeting her with a, “Hello pumpkin,” and a wide smile. The guy is fucking clueless—or at least he pretends to be. When I met his daughter, she was eighteen, and I had her in bed in a matter of hours. I've fucked her every day since then, multiple times per day even, yet he's none the wiser. Fucking idiot.
"We were just upstairs looking at some numbers," she gushes quickly, trying to get her tight little ass out of trouble. She accompanies her story with a sweet, nervous smile, and the boss man smiles back.
How ignorant can you fucking be?
"Nox," Hodge begins, beckoning me over.
I still haven't gotten used to the fake name I've made up for my new life. But I can't be Parker Miller anymore. Besides, nobody cares about that guy except for maybe the pretty little socialite who I put my mark on all that time ago. I still think of Dove sometimes. She was a good toy to rape. A good set of holes to abuse. And I knew she craved it. I hope she's embraced the darkness now. Embraced it as her home as I have.
Nox, my name, feels foreign, but like home at the same time. And at least this way, I remain anonymous. There's no chance of running into anyone I used to know, not here, not like this.
Despite my new life, Kade and June are still on my mind, every hour of every day. I see them in magazines and tabloids, the shots of June's perfect long legs with my brother next to her like a motherfucking dog. She's a socialite now, and he's taking care of the company. Their baby, Theo, is a cute little toddler, and he looks just like June.
He has my father’s middle name. That pisses me off even more.
I heard they got married, too. But I can’t wait to change that. I'll turn little sis into a widow soon enough.
I can't believe society just accepted the fact that they're together now. Fuck, he's her stepbrother, but no one seems to give half a shit. Still, it bodes well for me after I get rid of my twin. It means people won't judge June and me together, either. And that's a goddamn relief.
I try to get back to reality, even when I feel the red mist settling over my eyes. This time, I fight it back, though. I've gotten pretty good at doing that.
"What is it, Hodge?" I ask the boss man, my tone rough. You'd think I'd be nicer to the man who saved me from the streets, yet I despise him with all my heart. Maybe it's because he's such a weakling. Not even noticing I'm burying my cock in his kid's holes every night...
"I have an opening in a gallery next week, and you're my first choice," he says, beaming. "I want you to show the new stuff, you know—the canvases you showed me last week."
I furrow my brow, unsure of what to make of this. I usually choose my own shows.
"What gallery?"
"Gaze," he says, and I recognize the name as one of the most influential galleries at the moment. I know artists who are killing themselves trying to get in, and here's my chance offered on a silver platter. I think it through for a moment, but I already know what my answer will be. I'm already imagining the money it will put in my pocket, and it will only get me closer to my goal.
And that has stayed the same as the years go by.
Destroy Kade. Claim June. Be the kid's father.
It's my goddamn mantra. The only thing that keeps me fucking going.
"I'll take it." I nod.
On the day of the exhibition, I'm fucking nervous. And I'm never nervous, so that makes matters worse, making me itch to get the whole thing over with already.
Marissa delivers a tailored and ridiculously expensive suit to my apartment that morning, and I don't let her leave until I've fucked her, being especially hard and mean with her lithe body. Pounding into her relieves the tension. It always makes me feel better when I degrade her, so I call her names while I do it. The stupid bitch begs for more, sucking my cock like she's a pro. To think she was a virgin when I met her. Fucking hilarious how things change. What you can do to people. How you can destroy them.
"Nox," she says softly. "I really have to go—I have to get ready for the show now."
She works as my assistant, and I have her running errands all day, every day. But I'm not finished with her just yet, so I pull her back in the bed and fuck her again until she's begging for a break.
"Leave," I order her after I'm done, and she does as she is told like a good girl. I watch her getting out of bed, and all I see are the differences between her and June. The way her hips curve and her flat ass are so different from June's perfect body and beautiful skin. Skin I want to carve into, a body I want to ravage until she screams for me to stop.
Oh, the time will come.
Marissa blows me a kiss as she leaves, the door shutting with a click behind her.
After a steaming shower and a shave, I'm a new man. I put on my suit and spray some cologne as I head out, my heart pumping blood through every cell in my body. The exhibition today is special because I'm showing some new work. I've been keeping it pretty inoffensive with my canvases, though I'm truer to myself now than during my street days. Hodge wanted me to show more of my real personality, though.
The poor fuck had no idea what would happen if I were to unleash my demons on the blank canvas. I can already imagine his horrified face, and it delights me. Riding in the cab, I think of the canvases I'm going to display today. They're still tame—to me, at least.
I’ve chosen to display portraits mostly but with a darker twist. I re-imagined the people I painted, faces I saw in the street, women I fucked, passersby I encountered. I imagined them pained by injustice, by family feuds, by everyday trouble and sickness. I painted them the way they would be had their problems taken on a physical form. A scratch for an argument, a slash for a lost job. A streak of blood here, a splatter of it there.
I had to hold back when I was painting, stopping myself from taking it to another level. Hodge loved my dark side, though he realized it might be too much for the people. He claimed the gallery where I was opening would have an understanding, passionate audience. My show has been labeled as dark and twisted, calling me a refreshing new mind with a gritty imagination. I quite like the sound of that.
The cab drops me off in front of the building, and I head in fashionably late. I know Hodge will be pissed, but it's just another way to show
him he's not the boss of me. Fucking his daughter, showing up late... And he still treats me like a son, more than my father ever did.
As soon as I walk in, I'm shocked by the crowd, and when they lay eyes on me, a round of applause breaks out. They whoop, too, and I give a flash of perfect teeth as I walk to the center of the room. I refuse to take the microphone someone offers me, and instead, I head straight for the bar.
Marissa and Hodge are next to me in moments as I order myself a double scotch on the rocks.
"Great turnout," Hodge says proudly as he claps me on the back.
"So proud of you, Nox," Marissa gushes at the same time, and I refuse to look at either of them, already feeling annoyed. I ignore them both and leave them to chat with each other as I walk around the displayed paintings. There's a 'sold' sign to more of them than I thought there would be, and I can't help the pride swelling deep inside me. I'll be sorry to see the paintings go. They're a special part of me, a lighter side of the fucked-up reality.
Just as I turn around from another pretty innocent canvas for my standards, I hear a whisper going through the room, and my eyes land on a couple just coming inside the gallery.
She's wearing nude heels that accentuate her legs and some kind of skintight dress that makes my cock bulge in my pants. He's looking uncomfortable in a tux, but the truth is undeniable. They're an attractive couple, perfect for each other. And his face is a mirror image of mine.
It's Kade and June, I realize. I haven't seen either of them since a year ago when I met Hodge. I've been thinking about them most of the time, and my plan is still in motion, but seeing them in person, I can feel my blood boiling.
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