Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“Is this what you want?” I ask.
I take over, pumping him from base to tip. He says nothing as I expect him to, and I stay there, stroking him, the head of his cock centimeters away from my lips until precum leaks from the tip. I lick it clean, running my tongue over the head, sucking and teasing him while I work him with my hand. I feel his hand in my hair and he thrusts past my lips until the head hits the back of my throat. Eyes watering, I adjust and then begin to suck, bobbing my head on his cock, licking the length of him until it hits that spot at the back of my throat. Then, I reach inside his pants, cupping his balls with my other hand.
“Harder,” he groans.
I squeeze my legs together as I tighten my grip on his balls, massaging and squeezing them with one hand while his cock jumps in my other hand and mouth. Bone Saw growls, grinding into my face, and I moan around his dick. He’s going to come, and I want itevery last drop of it in my mouth. I look up at him with watery eyes, hollowing my cheeks around him while working him faster.
“Fuck, Teagan,” he rasps. “This is where you belongon your fucking knees, beneath me.” He grips each side of my head with his hands and pumps into my mouth while I choke, the inside of my thighs now soaked. “My very own little monster, my personal fucking whore.”
I swallow around him as hot cum coats the back of my throat. And when he pulls his dick from my lips and takes a step back, I’m sure he’s going to leave me here like thiswet and unsatisfied, humiliated.
“Stay,” he orders like I’m an animal. My cheeks burn red again. But we’re all just animals, right? That’s what he said. And Luca always said I was a good girl.
He picks up his belt from the floor, and then slowly walks around me, stopping behind me. I brace myself for what I think will be an impact, but instead, he pulls my hands behind my back and wraps them in the belt, tightening it until it hurts. Then, I’m plunged further into darkness when he pulls something down over my head.
With a tight grip on my arm, he hauls me to my feet and pushes me onto my back on the bed.
“Ahh!” I cry out as the belt buckle grates painfully against my spine. I shift my weight, trying to get it in a more comfortable position, but there isn’t one.
“Don’t move,” he growls.
“Okay ”
I stay still, breath heaving, barely feeling the bed shift around me. The room is quiet enough for me to hear the classical music still playing in the main living space. I focus on that sound, and I’m not sure how many minutes pass, but I begin wondering if I’m alone in the room before I feel it.
Handsactually hands, not glovesagainst the inside of my knees. I moan as they run up the inside of my thighs to my center, spreading me wide, before dipping two fingers inside my soaked pussy. He moves them in and out of me, slowly, deeply, and I relax against it, goosebumps running up my spine as I give in to the pleasure he’s giving me.
And then he takes it away, and I wait, listening, and I swear what I think I hear is sucking.
“You were right, little monster,” he says, his voice raspy and barely above a whisper. “I do like the way you taste.”
And then his tongue is on me, running up and down my slit, rolling over my clit, dipping inside my pussy. I practically scream on contact, my hips lifting off the bed as I buck against his mouth.
“Oh, god,” I moan. “Don’t don’t stop. It feels so fucking good.”
His hands roam up my thighs, then over my stomach until they reach my breasts, and his thumbs roll over my hard nipples while he devours me, flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, squirming against him. “Please!”
His hands move back to the inside of my thighs, holding me open while pinning my hips down against the mattress, increasing the pressure and speed of that tongue on my clit until I explode. My heels dig into the mattress as I writhe against him and the spasms wrack my body.
“Oh my god,” I whimper. “Oh my fuck ”
He licks me through every bit of it until my legs stop shaking.
I feel his weight shifting, his arms on either side of me, as he moves up the bed and over my body, slipping his cock inside me, burying himself to the hilt, and holding it there.
He leans in next to my ear, and I feel his face, his lips, through the soft, thin material covering my head. “You squeeze me so perfectly,” he says. He rocks his hips side-to-side, trying to get further inside of me before he finally pulls back out and begins thrusting.
Bone Saw lifts the hood slightly, just above my mouth and then his mouth covers mine. I feel stubble against my face and full lips before his tongue thrusts into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. I want to put my hands on him, but I can’t, so I take as much as I can, breathing him in, my teeth grazing his lips as my tongue twists with his own. It’s only seconds before he pulls away and pulls the hood down.
“I do have a mouth, Teagan,” he says.
He braces himself again, then grabs my legs, letting his hands slide down to my ankles. He holds them out to the side and pumps into me again, hard and fast.
“Oh, god!”
“Master,” he corrects me.
“Master,” I moan, letting my head fall back, ignoring the way my bound hands dig into my back.
“Do you agree with me now, Teagan?” Bone Saw rasps, fucking into me hard and fast. “That you belong beneath me, serving me?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
And I do. For now, I do. The only time I haven’t felt lostthe only time I’ve felt alive in the past three months has been when I was killing or fucking, and I’ve only done both with him. Everything has been beige without Declan and Luca. But with him, it’s red. And I like red.
Maybe this is where I belong. The tension building again at my core seems to think so.
“I’m oh, fuck ”
“Are you going to come again, little monster?” he groans. “Your tits look so good like thisbouncing while I fuck your pussy raw. Fuck ”
I cry out as I come around his dick, feeling him stiffen as I do. He groans loudly as he finishes deep inside me, his fingers digging into my ass hard enough that they’ll leave marks as he tries to work every centimeter of his massive cock inside my pussy while he comes.
“There you go, you little slut,” he groans. “You’re all full of cum now. Is that what it takes to get you to keep your mouth shut and obey?”
“Probably.”
A hand closes around my throat, shutting me up, and he writhes on top of me for a few seconds more before he’s empty.
And when he pulls out, I feel the bed shifting under me and then hear his feet on the concrete floors.
“Bone Saw?” I roll onto my side. “Don’t leave me like this.”
When he doesn’t reply, I panic. He’s still in the room, though. I can feel his eyes on me; I can hear his heavy breathing near the foot of the bed.
The mattress sinks down at my backside again, and I exhale relief when he unwraps my wrists and pulls the hood from over my head.
It was a pillowcase. He sets it on the bed beside me. When I turn onto my back, stretching my arms out in front of me and rolling my aching wrists, his costume is fully intact down to the gloves and shoes.
There’s no normal guy disguise here. There’s only the monster.
“I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep,” Bone Saw says, running his fingers through my hair, “so you don’t feel like you have to go sleep on the bathroom floor again.”
“Okay,” I say, pulling the covers over my body. I face away from him with my back to his chest, and he throws an arm around my waist.
“But I’m not your boyfriend, Teagan,” he adds. “I don’t love you.”
“I’m not stupid. I know that,” I tell him, blinking back tears. I know what love feels like, and it’s not this. “I don’t love you, either. That doesn’t mean you have to say it out loud.”
There are no windows in the bedroom, but light seeps in through the open door from the windows in the main room. Alone in the bed, as promised, I roll onto my back, stretching my sore arms out in front of me again. My eyes catch a flash of red against my skin. I turn over my right arm and read the words written across the inside of my forearm: I’M SORRY.
It’s in all capital letters, with a small heart to the side of the ‘y,’ the bottom of which loops the way you’d write it in cursive. I don’t know why that’s the part that makes me smile, but it does.
Bone Saw is the kind of monster who makes a fancy little loop at the bottom of his ‘y’s’.
And it’s written in bloodhis blood.
I climb out of bed and make my way through the empty, open room to the bathroom, and then turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up. It doesn’t take long before steam fills the glass enclosure. I think, for just a minute, that I don’t want to wash it off, but then I think of how he’d laugh at me from behind that mask silently, which would piss me the fuck off.
I scrub it clean before I wash my hair.
“Black licorice,” a voice says from behind me. “Why are you making that face? Did you piss off someone else you shouldn’t have?”
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