Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry, Carina.”
She stared over my shoulder, not willing to look into my eyes anymore.
“Hold her,” Thorn whispered into my ear, pulling me by my hair until I was back on my feet, stepping closer awkwardly and wrapping my arms around her naked body. “Isn’t that nice? Best friends. Not for much longer.”
He yanked me back into his arms, and I shook when I saw him pull a small knife from his pocket. He touched it to my cheek, to my lips. So gently, so careful, but only one wrong move separating me from a new scar.
“You know you need to be punished,” he told me gently, and I nodded over and over again. “So does Pia, and so does Carina. You’ll understand why soon.”
He put the knife over the top of my panties, hitching up my dress. I took a sharp breath and never exhaled. His blade slipped under the hem of my panties, the metal smooth and cold against my dripping pussy.
“By the end of tonight, I’ll either let you go,” I whispered. “Or make you beg me to stay.”
I shivered. I realized with a start it was the last thing I wanted. I needed to be his. I had to be with him. Without him, I was a fucking shell. He’d manipulated my mind and body into thinking they needed him, they couldn’t live without him. At least that’s what I told myself, staring into his black eyes as I waited for his next move.
The lace ripped as he cut through it, ruining my panties. He took them off of me, made me watch him tear them in half, and feed one half of each to Carina and Pia. The latter resisted but Carina took what he gave her willingly, her eyes following him around with adoration. It made me so fucking jealous I started to tremble.
“Take your dress off,” Thorn told me roughly, and I reached for the straps of my tight dress, and slipped it off unceremoniously.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, standing in front of the three of them completely exposed and with nothing to hide. My body pulsated with anger and need as I looked at Thorn. I was ready for whatever he wanted to throw at me.
He laughed in my face, drawing closer and putting his knife away. His eyes sparkled and he licked his lips as he reached me. The motion filled my pussy with cream and I felt a trickle down my leg as stood directly in front of me. He smelled like danger.
“What do you think I’m going to do to you?” he asked sweetly, and I looked away, unwilling to answer him. “What do you think Master is going to do to that tight young body to punish it, Rose?”
“Fuck it,” I blurted a second later, hating myself for giving in too quickly. “Please, Master.”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he mocked me, slapping my cheek gently. “I’m going to fucking destroy you.”
I pleaded with him silently.
“No?” he asked sadly. “You don’t want to be my slave? Don’t want to be broken beyond repair?”
I shook my head.
“What a shame,” he said. His voice was so cruel it hurt to listen to it. “You would make such a happy toy for my dick that way. Oh well, we’ll have to go with Plan B, then.”
He took off every last bit of his clothes, slowly, systematically, feeling the eyes of all three of us on him. I hated him so much for doing that, I wanted to scratch his eyes out.
“Back on your knees,” he told me roughly, and I dropped down in front of the two women. “Good little slut.”
He made me turn around until I was facing them, getting behind me on his knees and teasing his cock against my aching cunt. It made me cry out, and Thorn wrapped my hair around his hair, pulling me back so swiftly more tears sprang to my eyes.
“Which one are you going to look at while I fuck you?” he growled against my ear. One sharp pull on my hair and more whispered words. “Answer me, slut.”
“P-Pia,” I managed to get out, and he laughed, easing up on my hair and pushing himself inside me.
No mercy. All the way inside right from the beginning. I gasped at the feeling of being filled so deeply, but he was already turning my head again, his hand on my throat and his teeth tearing into the skin of my neck, making me gasp, again and again, flushing from the embarrassment of it all.
“Look at her then,” he growled against my skin. “Tell her how it feels to be fucked by the man she wants.”
“It-it feels so good,” I whispered. “It feels good… It hurts so much.”
He laughed against my skin and I blinked fast as I looked at her, finally.