LOGINI nodded and did as he said.“Show me.”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it.“Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you.”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit.His mouth went to the other nipple, and his fingers and tongue started playing with it.He took his time teasing me, moving from one breast to the other, or to both simultaneously, until I thought I was going to come just from the nipple stimulation alone.“Don’t you dare come, doll,” he said as if reading my mind, and pulled back slightly. “I can feel how desperate are your legs to close, how needy is that cunt to have something relieve it.”“Please,” I begged, not even knowing if I begged for him to let me come, or for him to stop.“No.” His hand gripped my throat and started squeezing the sides. “Now swallow.”I obeyed once again, and while I let the saliva slide down my throat, I slowly started to get lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.Liar. He sai
"Good enough to eat.” I couldn’t believe the words that left my mouth. Who was I? What had happened to me? When did I become so brazen? Maybe it was the thought that I was gonna die that allowed me to say anything I wanted. Maybe it was something else entirely.“Pathetic.” His voice was calm and collected, but the way he said the word made me flinch from embarrassment.He was right. I was pathetic. I was trying to convince a murderer to fuck me, to eat me out.But the truth was that I couldn’t care less what he thought about me, and that’s why the only reaction I gave him was my smile. A genuine one, even.I heard him moving around, but the sounds were not enough for me to recognize from which direction his next attack was going to come.Would he pinch my breasts again? Would he slap my pussy? Would he spit on me?The last thought surprised even my mind, which had become too corrupted after the thought of dying.“What got you so excited, doll?” His words caressed my soul, making goosebu
MY Assassin's POV I came here with one goal—to kill this sweet little creature while she was sleeping. But I couldn’t contain my urge to play with my food for a bit. To torture her, to tease that sweet little body until she was begging to be exorcised from it. And now I was standing in front of a dilemma. Should I kill her, or should I fuck her first?I looked at her and saw a hopeful little puppy who was scared of dying. I saw someone who was brave enough to wish for sex in their last minutes, someone whose pulse was still beating hard, whose skin was flushed, and whose excitement was showing by the goosebumps on her skin.In all honesty, I had never in my entire career as a hitman let myself get close to a victim, and rarely were there words that could make me stop or slow down the killing process, but somehow her appeal stopped me in my tracks.This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking h
I don’t know what woke me exactly. Maybe it was a sound, maybe it was a movement, maybe it was something completely different. I just remember waking up and feeling like my gut was telling me something was going to happen. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was darkness.It was weird because, usually, I was able to see the shadows of the furniture, but this time all I could see was a pitch-black color.I moved my head and felt something brush my cheek.That was weird.When I tried to raise my hand and grab the thing, I realized that I couldn’t do it. Something was preventing me from moving my limbs. I frowned and tried to move my hand again, but once more it was stopped by some restraints.A sudden panic overwhelmed me, and my thoughts started swimming in the worst scenarios possible. I was kidnapped, and they were going to sell me. They were going to kill me. I was already dead.I wanted to scream, but my mouth was covered with fabric. I wanted to move, but I was tied to the bed. The
I followed him, my core clenching. Another wave of pleasure rolled through me. He sat in the chair and bent me over his knee, lifting my skirt. I pushed my knees together, feeling his hard cock pressed against my stomach and his hand caressing my bare ass. Greg grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped my ass hard, making it sting. “I don’t want to punish you, Tracy. But you’ve disappointed me.” “I’m sorry, sir.” Another slap. Harder this time. “Sorry for what?” he asked. My heart pounded against my chest, heat warmed my core. When I didn’t answer, he slapped my ass again, and I whimpered. “Sorry for what?” “For coming to your house last night.” “And?” “And?” I asked, brows furrowed. He slapped my ass again, his hand coming down closer and closer to my pussy. “For coming into work without a bra every fucking day,” he said in my ear. Slap. “For distracting me.” Slap. His hand in my hair tightened. “Do you know how fucking
It wasn’t always like this. I used to be a good girl, I promise. I used to keep out of everyone’s business, avoid saying a word. Hell, I’d barely leave my house. But then I met Greg, and something about him made me want to be different. He always brought out the best in me. I couldn’t stay away. I needed to learn more about him … because, well, we were in love. Not like that cliché kind of love you see in the movies. The real kind. The stay-up-late and talk-to-each-other-for-hours kind. The sending-sexy-little-stares-across-the-office kind. The playing-hard-to-get kind. “Good morning, Mr. Anderson,” I said, grinning at him. Greg gave me his best morning smile. “Coffee?” he asked, opening the door to his office. I handed him his freshly made espresso that had a pinch of cinnamon and exactly three flakes of chocolate shreds. Three flakes was the perfect number. Every time I put more or less on, he was always grouchy during the day. Now, I knew what ev
I could not forget what he had done to me just a week ago. How could I? When he made me come so many times, I forgot my boyfriend existed.When he spilled water all over my tiny white tank top so he could finally see my tits. When he thrust into my pussy when his daughter and my best friend walked
It had taken a cute baby voice apology to Lauren and Helen to get them off my back. I told them Leonard was arrested for drunk driving and I was so scared snd out of it, I ran to him without thinking or telling them.They believed me and asked that I should bring him over for a relaxing pool party
He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend. We both knew I didn't care. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier. He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite y
I fucked my best friend's father, but in my defense, he was really tall, had the biggest dick I have ever seen and I was a sexually unsatisfied girlfriend.I had gone for a sleepover at my besties house, she had invited me and one of our closest female friends. I didn't want to go, but I decided la







