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me to lick them clean of my juices.
I can hear him making his way to the end of the table. He roughly pulls my knees apart and spreads my legs as far as they’ll go, wedging his body between them as he taunts me. My bent legs are still strapped back in leather cuffs, and he fits perfectly. Everything he has done up to this point has been planned, right down to the way he has me subdued.
“How dare you get pissed off at me for fulfilling your fantasy of being fucked against your will.” He pulls my knees further apart and shoves his cock inside me.
“Your pussy aches to be taken by me, and we both know it. Now, be a good girl, and tell me how much you like the vile things I do to your body.”
“You’re a bastard!”
“I won’t argue with that.”
A mixture of pain and pleasure courses through me as his hand slaps down over my swollen, aching clit. His fingers pinch and pull, and what should be causing me pain, instead, has me on the verge of coming. His body slaps violently against mine as he forcefully fucks me, pinching my clit until I scream out and climax against my will.
“That’s it. There’s nothing like a good angry fuck.”
“I hate you. I fucking hate you,” I cry out, lying. I am pissed that he scared me and has taken me against my will, leading me to believe he was stranger in a darkened warehouse.
His hips rotate in small circles as he slows down, entering and exiting until he’s playing my body like it’s an instrument he’s mastered through years of practice. He’s right; I enjoy the way he takes me at will. I get excited by the vile things he does, and the thought that he has me strapped down in a room where he has killed people in the past turns me on.
“Yes! I like what you do to me,” I scream out as, once again, my body is racked with pleasure. “Fucking take it. Take me. Do whatever you want… I’m yours.”
It’s as if he’s been waiting for me to admit that I enjoy all of the ways he takes me because as soon as I say it, he explodes within me. I can feel the tremors that overtake his body, and I know it isn’t just him taking me. It’s reciprocal—I’m taking him too.
Chapter Fifteen
Charles
My wife fulfills a part of me that no woman has ever been able to satisfy before. For me, the enjoyment of sex is as much about domination and control as it is about the actual act of penetration. I don’t just want to penetrate her body; I want to penetrate her mind. I want to roam the corridors of her thoughts and discover secrets even she isn’t aware exist within her. The ability to mind fuck her by setting up this evening’s attack is pleasing to me, and I know it met a need in her that she wasn’t conscious of until I showed it to her.
I am introducing her to a side of her personality she didn’t know existed. She watches me like an excited child as I show her around the warehouse, the chosen locale for my acts of vengeance over the years.
“The two most important things about killing are making sure your target is guilty and not getting caught. It’s very important that you carry out the full execution of a kill, and that means covering your tracks. With today’s technology, one drop of blood is all it takes to get caught. From start to finish, it’s important that you take your time and follow through. Even though you’re excited while doing it, a kill should never be frenzied. Being in control is an absolute must. The professionals have a term they use for frenzied killers—disorganized. Disorganized serial killers operate in a more agitated state, or what I like to think of as the emotional realm. Though you and I are emotional in the sense that we’re passionate about avenging victims who have been wronged, we’re organized about the kill itself. In this line of work, you’re either organized, or you’re caught.”
“Do you have a list you go through?”
“A mental list, yes. It is necessary to gain control as soon as you confront your
I can hear him making his way to the end of the table. He roughly pulls my knees apart and spreads my legs as far as they’ll go, wedging his body between them as he taunts me. My bent legs are still strapped back in leather cuffs, and he fits perfectly. Everything he has done up to this point has been planned, right down to the way he has me subdued.
“How dare you get pissed off at me for fulfilling your fantasy of being fucked against your will.” He pulls my knees further apart and shoves his cock inside me.
“Your pussy aches to be taken by me, and we both know it. Now, be a good girl, and tell me how much you like the vile things I do to your body.”
“You’re a bastard!”
“I won’t argue with that.”
A mixture of pain and pleasure courses through me as his hand slaps down over my swollen, aching clit. His fingers pinch and pull, and what should be causing me pain, instead, has me on the verge of coming. His body slaps violently against mine as he forcefully fucks me, pinching my clit until I scream out and climax against my will.
“That’s it. There’s nothing like a good angry fuck.”
“I hate you. I fucking hate you,” I cry out, lying. I am pissed that he scared me and has taken me against my will, leading me to believe he was stranger in a darkened warehouse.
His hips rotate in small circles as he slows down, entering and exiting until he’s playing my body like it’s an instrument he’s mastered through years of practice. He’s right; I enjoy the way he takes me at will. I get excited by the vile things he does, and the thought that he has me strapped down in a room where he has killed people in the past turns me on.
“Yes! I like what you do to me,” I scream out as, once again, my body is racked with pleasure. “Fucking take it. Take me. Do whatever you want… I’m yours.”
It’s as if he’s been waiting for me to admit that I enjoy all of the ways he takes me because as soon as I say it, he explodes within me. I can feel the tremors that overtake his body, and I know it isn’t just him taking me. It’s reciprocal—I’m taking him too.
Chapter Fifteen
Charles
My wife fulfills a part of me that no woman has ever been able to satisfy before. For me, the enjoyment of sex is as much about domination and control as it is about the actual act of penetration. I don’t just want to penetrate her body; I want to penetrate her mind. I want to roam the corridors of her thoughts and discover secrets even she isn’t aware exist within her. The ability to mind fuck her by setting up this evening’s attack is pleasing to me, and I know it met a need in her that she wasn’t conscious of until I showed it to her.
I am introducing her to a side of her personality she didn’t know existed. She watches me like an excited child as I show her around the warehouse, the chosen locale for my acts of vengeance over the years.
“The two most important things about killing are making sure your target is guilty and not getting caught. It’s very important that you carry out the full execution of a kill, and that means covering your tracks. With today’s technology, one drop of blood is all it takes to get caught. From start to finish, it’s important that you take your time and follow through. Even though you’re excited while doing it, a kill should never be frenzied. Being in control is an absolute must. The professionals have a term they use for frenzied killers—disorganized. Disorganized serial killers operate in a more agitated state, or what I like to think of as the emotional realm. Though you and I are emotional in the sense that we’re passionate about avenging victims who have been wronged, we’re organized about the kill itself. In this line of work, you’re either organized, or you’re caught.”
“Do you have a list you go through?”
“A mental list, yes. It is necessary to gain control as soon as you confront your
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