Killer Persuasion
San Francisco, CA
I had that bitch pinned beneath me, her silky skin soft to the touch; the satiny sheen of her dress a silken caress on my leg as I pushed her down. She was breathing hard, her breasts rising to strain against the thin material and I could see her nipples rising as her interest peaked. Yeah, deny it all she will, but she wanted me. She wanted what I had in my pants and I was gonna give it to her.
With one hand, I held her wrists tightly to the pillow above her head and slid the other hand up her thigh, my rings catching on her stockings and rending them even as my fingers lifted the soft material of her dress. She protested, rising against me with teeth snapping, her legs twisting and turning beneath me. But her struggles opened an opportunity and I took it. I jammed one leg between both of hers and shoved, opening her up like a birthday present. I grabbed a handful of her crimson dress and ripped it away from her, the sound of tearing cloth sending shivers down me in anticipation of another kind of sound. I felt myself getting harder and my own need pushing against my pants, and took a moment to release the pressure, showing the bitch what she was in for. Yeah, she squirmed some more beneath me, her eyes round as saucers and beginning to tinge to crimson.
I reached up beneath the tatters of her dress and ripped aside her panties, running my ringed fingers over her, feeling her warmth and her moisture and I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked her in, tasting her.
She struggled some more, her legs kicking out, but I pushed them up and back, pinning her tighter beneath herself and then grinned as I pushed myself in. She protested loudly now, screams and growls like a beast in heat as I rutted the bitch. She felt good, hot and wet and full of tingling energy – I wondered if it was the malice or just the way she was. I didn't have long to wonder as I exploded within her, sending my 'fuck you bitch' to slick her insides and an answering explosion came from her. I found myself on the floor, writhing in pain, my erection still there for her to see and it felt – it felt good! It felt better than any blast I'd ever had; that bitch screaming on the bed, her eyes bleeding crimson energy, her body arched in pleasure and pain – oh yeah, I fucked her good!
Later, she wouldn't talk to me – not like I cared. I stood by Lady watching as Edna made her way to the ferry, her steps tentative, wobbling. I wondered how much was the malice driving her or my splitting her insides like a melon. Across the bay was Alcatraz, her destination. I looked down at Lady and asked if we should follow. She stood cool and silent, eyes seeing into another world. Yeah, I fucked Edna, but it was really Lady I wanted. I'd have her too someday.