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Chapter 15:

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All morning we made love and she was positively beaming from my change of heart. I was beaming as well. She smiled into my mouth and kissed it and kissed it some more, giggling, before lowering her lips to my nipples and finally between my legs. She licked me to a climax and giggled and came up to kiss my mouth again, kissing it deeply with her tongue, until finally she pulled back and said she had to pee.

I watched her leave, smiling wistfully at her beautiful back and behind, and she was gone for a long time. I heard the toilet flush and then the shower and she came back several minutes later with a smile on her mouth and her teeth freshly brushed. Coyly, cutely, she climbed back into the bed and settled against my side so we could cuddle. I wrapped my arms around her to hold her close and it made me smile at how she entwined her legs around mine possessively. So smooth. So soft. Her cheek was resting on my chest and I was fondling her long dark hair with one hand, twilling locks of it around my finger. We were silent for a long time, with no sound at all but the occasional morning traffic outside, and after a while she spoke.

"So how'd it go last night?" she whispered. "Have fun?"

I smiled and tried to decipher her tone. It wasn't jealous or disapproving but there was something in it more than just curiosity. I gave a shrug and continued to stroke her hair.

"It was fine," I said.

"Did you kill her?"

"Oh, yes."

"How?"

I chuckled softly and wasn't sure how to continue. It was wonderful how willing she was to embrace the darkness but I didn't want to frighten her back to the light either.

She raised up on an elbow so she could see my face. I was laying there with my wild red hair spread all around me on the pillow. She gave me a smile that was coy and kind of excited.

"I'm curious," she said. "How'd you do it? How'd you kill her?"

I smiled up at her. "I snapped her neck between my thighs," I said simply. Then added: "While she was eating me out."

The smile on her face began to grow until it was a grin. Her eyes sparkled. She tried to supress it a little bit but she didn't try too hard.

"Oh," she said.

I chuckled and smiled up at her. "I take it you don't disapprove?"

She shook her head, still smiling. "No way," she said. "I love it. I'm proud of what you are. A vampire. A real one. You have no idea how sexy it is."

"I'm glad you think so."

She giggled and kissed me on the lips, just once. Then she pulled back and smiled at me.

"What's it like?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"To kill someone."

I paused before answering. She was watching my face, still poised there on her elbow at my side. Her eyes were dark and innocent and I knew very soon she would be able to join in on hunts. Eager, even. I smiled at her and stroked her hair back.

"It's one of life's true pleasures," I said. "There's no other thrill like it."

She grinned and reached under the covers. "Better than sex?"

She rubbed her fingers against my vagina, smiling at my face as she did so. I chuckled and tried to ignore the instant response of tingles between my legs.

"Well," I said. "I wouldn't say that, although I do generally like sex to be a part of it."

I chuckled and stopped touching me. Instead she moved a leg over me and straddled my hips so that she could lay flat on top me. Her breasts were pressed into mine and our faces were only breaths apart. She gave me a little kiss and then spoke quietly and sort of pensively.

"Is it crazy that I'm actually jealous of her?"

I smiled at her in the warm morning light and shook my head softly. "There's nothing to be jealous about. To be honest, I didn't even do her first. It was actually quite rude of me. I should've at least sent her off with an orgasm."

"That's not what I meant."

"What then?"

"I'm jealous you killed her."

I didn't reply for a moment. She was watching my expression, laying directly on top of my body, and after a while she smiled and giggled and leaned very close to my mouth.

"I would've loved to die between your legs like she did," she whispered. "I would've loved to give you that thrill…"

Her lips pressed down on mine and she moaned into my mouth as she kissed them. My eyes stayed open and I felt just a glimmer of misgiving. Her words were disturbingly similar to what Heidi had said at the hotel.

For the ultimate thrill, you must pay the ultimate price.

But I'm sure Bella wasn't thinking about Heidi right now. It was just coincidence that she happened to echo her. And it really was a sweet sentiment. My lover wanted to let me kill her. How precious.

She went to deepen the kiss with her tongue but I smiled and pushed her back gently. She blinked at me and I cupped her face.

"Thrills come and go," I told her. "You give me something far more substantial than a thrill."

A smile spread over her mouth until she was beaming again. "Do I really?"

"Of course you do."

"Because these last few days…"

She trailed off, finally giving voice to the insecurities she'd felt lately. I owed it to her to reassure her and I did so right away.

"I know," I said. "I've been distant. Our last encounter with Heidi left me a little shaken. But that's over now. I'm going to make it up to you."

She smiled and tilted her head. "How?"

"Why don't I start by taking you out tonight?"

She grinned and giggled and leaned to my mouth.

"Okay," she said.

Then she kissed me and I moaned and rolled her onto her back.

That night we went to a nightclub downtown where the girl's inept dancing skills were not particularly noticeable among the throngs of drunk women in cocktail dresses. The girl was quite tipsy herself, courtesy of several shots of vodka that I had bought for her, and she was laughing and tossing her hair and grinding up against me on the dancefloor. The music was loud and pounding in our ears and the entire club was filled with a smoky purple light pieced periodically by strobing laserlights. She was wearing a tiny black dress and she looked particularly slutty in her spike heels. She carried herself with tremendous sexual energy and you could tell from one glance that this was a girl who liked to fuck.

We drew a lot of attention, both from our less-than-faux lesbian show and because we both looked so gorgeous. I was in red, as I always was, and my dress flared around my thighs high enough to show my red lace panties as I executed a samba spin. The girl laughed at that and continued bobbing to the rhythm in her own way, her eyes raking over my dress. In the sultry light the fabric looked almost purple. She put her hands at my waist and maintained eye contact, bobbing her bare shoulders, and I smiled at her and took her face in my hands and tongue kissed her in the middle of the dancefloor. When she finally disengaged there were several people gawking, women jealous, men grinning, and we giggled and moved off toward the bar.

I bought her a bottle of six hundred dollar champagne and we continued to the VIP table I'd arranged on the alcove upstairs. She bobbed and swayed her hips all the way up the stairs and still continued moving her shoulders even as she sat down on the black leatherette sofa. I poured her a glass and she took it and sipped and made a face at how bitter it was. I had to laugh. Half a grand for one bottle and she would've been happier with cherry soda. But she drank it all, since it was still alcohol, and then she put the glass down and sat back and crossed her legs. I poured her another one and then I too sat back before taking her face in my hands once more and pulling her into a kiss. The table was only semi-private but we didn't care. There were no shoulder straps on her dress so I just pulled it away from her breast and sucked on the exposed nipple. This made her giggle and she left the breast exposed as she slid to the floor and opened my knees under the table. I laughed as she peeled aside my panties and moaned pleasurably as her tongue began licking me. The laserlights flickered through the purple gloom and over by the private bar one woman nudged another woman and pointed out what Bella was doing to me. They could probably only see part of her kneeling under the table and the backs of her spike shoes but it would've been fairly obvious. They looked at me as well and I winked at them. One of them smiled and then then they turned away to whisper.

It was past midnight by the time we left and the girl was so drunk she could hardly walk in her heels. I thought she could use the fresh air so we walked all the way home, me with my purse in my hands and the girl with her shoes, watching the sidewalk carefully, picking her way across the pavement in her bare feet.

When we got back to the house we saw that our neighbour and landlady must've been out as well. It was the weekend and maybe she had a date, sporting a bit of makeup and some sexy jeans. She was sitting on the stone steps that led up to her front door and she was smoking a cigarette. She saw us coming and squinted through the smoke at our dresses and drunken demeanor.

"Hey," she said.

I gave her a beaming smile. "Good evening, Ms Clearwater."

Bella giggled and waved at her. The other woman tossed her chin.

"Been on a date?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "at this nice little club downtown."

"I can't dance," the girl blurted drunkenly. Then she laughed.

Leah looked at her half in amusement. Then she took a drag of her cigarette and rose and dropped it to the sidewalk and squashed it out while exhaling.

"I know some nice clubs," she said. "We should go together sometime."

I nodded and tried not to smirk. There was a definite signal there and I'm sure we would take her up on the offer soon enough. Ms Swan and I were eventually going to have to achieve a relationship that allowed for frictionless fucking of other people and Ms Clearwater would be an excellent place to begin.

But not tonight. It was too soon after Heidi and tonight I wanted my Bella all to myself.

So I laughed and smiled and spoke to Ms Clearwater as Bella and I moved past her toward our own front door.

"Next week, perhaps," I said. "Lovely to see you, Ms Clearwater."

She nodded with a smile and Bella waved at her again.

I got the door unlocked and Bella scampered in first, giggling. I closed it behind me and flipped on the light and instantly her mouth was on mine. Her shoes clattered to the floorboards. Her tongue pushed past my lips. I let my mouth open and she chuckled eagerly into it and moaned and began pulling me toward the stairs. She was actually very forceful but I chuckled and stopped and untangled her arms from around my neck.

"Not so fast," I said.

She was breathing heavily and gave me a pout. "But I thought we were going to do something special?"

"We are, we just don't need a bed."

I was taking her into the living area and at first she seemed disappointed, as if she thought I meant to watch TV. But instead I pushed back the sofa and flipped over the coffeetable.

She raised her eyebrows and I smiled at her.

"Take off your dress," I told her.

She did it without protest, unzipping the little side zip and then letting it fall to her feet. I was adjusting the coffeetable. It was upside down on the rug with the legs pointing upward. She watched all this and stepped out of the pool black cloth and gave me another pout.

"Are we redecorating?" she asked.

I smirked at her. She was wearing nothing but black lace panties and her breasts were bare and perfect as ever on her chest.

"Lay down on the table," I told her.

She looked confused. She looked at the table, she looked at me.

"But it's upside down," she said.

I snatched up her dress from the floor and bit into it and ripped it down the seam. She seemed even more puzzled at this but I only repeated myself.

"Lay down."

This time she didn't answer, she just went over and sat down daintily in the center of the upturned coffeetable. It was an antique thing of heavy oak and the legs were strong and sturdy. She watched me rip her dress into strips of long black cloth and finally she began to realize what I was going to do.

"Oh, I get it," she said, and then she grinned as I knelt down and I began lashing her to the table.

First her wrists. I used strips of the dress to tie them to two of the tablelegs and she giggled and opened her knees, willingly positioning her ankles by the other two tablelegs. I tied them up as well.

"Good thinking," she said, each of her limbs lashed to the four posts of the coffeetable. "This is much better than the headboard."

I smiled at her enthusiasm, making sure the knots were tight. "Can you get free?"

She wriggled a bit and giggled. The table didn't move and neither did her legs. Her legs were open and the only thing covering her at all was that thin strip of black lace between them.

"Nope," she said. "I can't move at all."

I was kneeling at her side and I leaned to give her a kiss.

"Good," I said.

Then I rose to my feet and moved away to the kitchen.

"Hey!" she called. "Where are you going?"

It was dark in the little kitchenette and I didn't turn on the light. I smiled at the block of knives on the counter and selected one and withdrew the blade from the block.

"Don't worry, I'm coming," I said, running my finger along the edge of the blade to test its sharpness. It wouldn't cut me, of course, but I could tell it would cut the girl. The thought made me pause, a deep dark hunger brooding in my stomach along with a mingled excitement and anxiety. I just hoped I wouldn't get carried away. I'd hate to kill the poor thing by accident. I just wanted to give her a taste of the thrill she mentioned this morning. I thought she would really like it.

"Victoria?" she called again from the coffeetable.

I smiled at the chrome blade of the knife and went back into the living area.

She was laying there as I left her, wrists and ankles tied to each of the four tablelegs. She smiled at me as I appeared and circled around her head, her eyes following me eagerly, before coming to a stop before her open legs.

Now she saw the knife.

At first her mouth opened. Her eyes stared at the blade and then her mouth closed and smiled and her eyes flicked up to mine. I smirked at her and tapped the flat of the blade against my thigh, still clad in my fiery red dress, waiting for her to speak. She looked at the knife again and licked her lips nervously and look back at me.

"Um, okay," she said. "So, uh, what are you going to—"

Her words cut off in a scream as I lunged downward with the knife and stabbed it directly—

—into the coffeetable beside her head.

The scream was loud but very short. That sudden bolt of terror seemed to have surprised her and delighted her at the same time. Her naked chest was already heaving and she gave a breathless chuckle as she glanced sideways at the knife stabbed into the wood just inches from her head. I smiled at her and leaned closer to her lips.

"I'd hate to mar your beautiful body so soon after its last recovery," I whispered to her, "but I think you could use something special tonight. I think we both could. Don't you?"

I teased my lips against hers. She kissed and whispered back.

"Yeah," she said.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"What?"

"I'm going to slice you up. And lick all your blood."

I kissed her and raised up to see her face. Her eyes were bight in the dark eyeshadow of her makeup and she smiled beautifully.

"Sounds nice," she said.

I smiled as well and looked down at her lashed and helpless body. I was kneeling between her open legs and I had her completely at my mercy. Completely.

Her chest was still moving up and down and it was the large mounds of her breasts that caught my eyes. They were so soft and vulnerable there. So cuttable. I touched the tip of the knife to one of them, letting the steel graze against the softness there. She shivered and kept her eyes on my face, smiling.

"It's cold," she said.

I smirked and took the other breast in my hand, squeezing it, kneading it. "You really do have perfect breasts," I said. "It would be a shame to damage them."

I took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it and pulled it up to elongate the breast. I then put the knife to the stretched flesh there, glancing at her face for permission. She smiled and bit her lip.

"Go ahead," she said. "I'm not afraid."

I smirked at her and then turned my attention back to her breast. I didn't want to hurt her too much so I had to be careful. I stretched the mound a little more, pulling the nipple upwards, and then poked the tip at the taut skin.

I checked her eyes once more and saw nothing but trust and eagerness. I chuckled and began to apply pressure with the knife. The skin dimpled and then—

She gasped and shuddered as the tip of the knife pierced her breast.

I chuckled again as bright red blood leaked out onto the blade. She giggled as well, a fresh sheen of sweat already broken out over her forehead, and I removed the knife. Blood oozed out onto her chest, the scent already singing in my head, and ran in a red line around the globe and down her side.

I was still pinching her nipple and I looked at her face to see if she was okay. She smiled and gave her chest a squirm.

"Oww," she said.

I chuckled and lowered my mouth to the wound.

She moaned loudly as I began to suck on it. It wasn't deep but it leaked quite a bit of blood. It was at least five minutes before it stopped flowing and she was moaning the whole time and squirming her chest and limbs against her bonds.

"Oh god," she said. "That feel so nice."

I grinned into her tit and licked it and then I licked at the blood that had spilled onto her chest. She watched me and I smiled at her with my mouth stained red before rising again.

"Mmm," I said, using my finger to daintily wipe the corners of my mouth. "Your breasts were always very delicious."

She smiled up at me. "Why don't you try the other one?"

I chuckled sultrily. "If you insist."

Half her chest was stained pink and red and now I took the other breast in my hand and squeezed it to make the nipple bulge. I put the edge of the knife to that hard little nub and smiled at her.

"If I wasn't concerned about the long term, I'd just slice it off," I said.

She chuckled and returned my gaze boldly. "Too bad it wouldn't grow back."

"Too bad indeed."

Instead I eased the edge against her bulging areola and made a thin cut into the thin pinkish skin there. She hissed in a breath and tossed her head from the pain and I squeezed the mound to make the blood ooze and then I swooped down and captured the whole nipple in my mouth.

This cut was a little shallower than the previous one and it didn't bleed as long. The blood was just as sweet, however, and I moaned as I sucked at it. I could feel the stiff nub of her nipple inside my mouth and the sensation combined with her blood was intoxicating.

As the blood began to slow I stopped sucking and licked instead, squeezing the breast in my hand to eke out a few more drops. Like milking a cow. I licked at her nipple and kissed it and gave it another suckle. She moaned and arched her back.

"Mmm," she murmured. "That feels so good."

I raised up, smiling, and licked the blood off the blade. "Luckily I only fed last night so there's no real risk," I said. "Just a little bit of pain."

She was breathing deeply and her bloodstained breasts were raising and falling.

"Keep going Victoria," she said. "Do whatever you want to me."

I smiled at her and tilted my head. She had cried a little from the pain and her mascara had smudged. Her face was pale and breathless and laying in a pool of black hair and I leaned down and whispered onto her lips.

"You're so beautiful," I said. "It would be such a shame if anything were to happen to your face, wouldn't it?"

I touched the tip of the knife to her cheek under her eye. She didn't reply, she just gazed into my eyes wholeheartedly. Giving herself to me. Surrendering everything. I pushed the knife into the cheek, piercing the skin, and she gasped and kept her eyes on mine as blood rolled down the side of her face like a red tear. For a moment our eyes were connected in absolute trust and love and then I smiled and leaned to her cheek and lapped up the long line of blood.

She moaned as I began sucking at the small wound and she kept trying to turn her face to nuzzle my lips. I moaned as well and took her chin in my hand roughly and turned her face aside so I could lick at the wound better. I was licking all across her face, her beautiful, pretty, gorgeous face, and I was beginning to feel even darker temptations. Temptations to cut a little deeper. To carve her beauty away entirely and see what was underneath. To push her trust until it snapped and turned to despair and betrayal. To hear her wail as I stabbed her eyeballs and laughed at how she couldn't even cry. To stick the knife into her vagina. To stab it into her hole and rape her with it until she dies. To slice her thighs like hams and—

But I forced those thoughts away and shook my head involuntarily. She was still breathing heavy and now she gazed up at me with her dark and lidded eyes. Did those eyes see the real me? Did she understand what I really wanted to do to her? Would she still love me if she did? Would she still want me to do whatever I wanted to her?

They were strange doubts to have during such a moment but they didn't last long. Her breath was exhaling upward into my face, warm and powerful, and I leaned down and covered her mouth with my own. She made a moaning sound and opened her mouth for my tongue and I kissed all around inside it before pulling away.

She grinned and licked her lips. They were pink from the blood on my mouth.

"Mmm," she said. "I can taste my own blood. I kind of like it."

I smiled at her. "Wait til you become a vampire. It'll be even sweeter."

I was reaching down between her legs and she giggled as I finally touched her pussy. Even her panties had gotten wet and I rubbed them for a bit before I slipped my hand inside them and rubbed my fingers into her slippery folds. She bucked her hips at that and I smiled at her.

"Wet already, are you?" I teased. "Perhaps we should do something about that, hm?"

I raised up and used the knife to cut away her panties, snipping the waistband on both sides before pulling that remaining scrap of black lace away. The exposure of her entrance seemed to give her a final rush of excitement and she gave a groan and bucked her hips at the air. Her ankles were lashed to the tablelegs and her hips were the only part of her that she could move.

I still had the knife in my hand and now I moved it to her wet and ready entrance. With my other hand I spread her netherlips and then I inserted the tip of the knife into the hole of her vagina. The cold steel in that wet heat made her shiver but she was careful not to move. She was staring at me where I knelt there between her legs like some disturbed midwife and I smiled at her.

"If you were really one of my victims, I would shove this knife completely inside you," I said. "And watch your face while you screamed and sobbed in agony."

I had wanted to see her reaction but she surprised me. Not even a flicker of doubt or uncertainty came into her dark and glazed eyes. Only regret—regret that she could never give me that.

"I wish you could do it too," she said. "I really do. I want to give you everything, Victoria. Everything."

Her words and the earnestness of them stirred something deep inside me and I smiled down at the knife. Just the tip was hidden in that hole and now I removed it and set the knife aside on the floor. Then I turned back to her and smiled.

"I want the same thing," I said. "Which is why I could never do it."

She pouted a little, disappointed but knowing it was impossible. I smiled and spread her pussy again with both of my hands.

"But don't be disappointed," I said. "My tongue can be just as sharp as a knife, I do assure you"

I then swooped down and stabbed my tongue into her vagina.

She gasped and giggled, pushing her hips at my mouth. I smiled and buried my tongue deeper, as far as it would go, curling it up inside her. It was warm inside her and very wet and after a while I took my tongue out and licked at the hole instead, licking all around it and at her folds, kissing them and nibbling them, before inserting my tongue into her again.

She moaned at all this and began heaving her hips but then suddenly she shook her them frustratedly as if to shake me away.

"Victoria," she wheezed. "Stop, stop. Stop for a second."

I raised up and smiled at her. A blush had engulfed her face and she had been on the verge of orgasm. "What's the matter?"

"You're too gentle," she said, frowning at me. "You have to hurt me more."

I raised an eyebrow at her blood stained boobs on her chest. "Having your breasts carved up didn't hurt enough?"

But she snorted and scoffed as if that was nothing. "You didn't carve anything. I've had worse papercuts."

I chuckled and a smirk grew on my mouth. I liked her spirit. I had been taking extra precautions, just in case, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to make her climax a little more violently. Actually, it would hurt. But at least it wouldn't kill her.

"I see," I said. "Well then."

I rose to my feet. I was still wearing my shoes and my dress and now I took off my dress. I lifted it in one motion over my head and let it fall carelessly to the ground. She looked at my body and smiled at it and next I lowered my panties. I stepped out of them in my high heels and flicked them away and then I kicked her in her cunt while she was distracted.

It took her completely by surprise and she screamed as the pointy toe of my shoe jabbed into her sensitive mound. The pain utterly startled her and she looked up at me wildly with her chest suddenly heaving very quickly up and down. I smiled at her and kicked her again in the same place, making her flinch and whimper, and then I stepped on her torso and dug my heel into her stomach.

"Is this what you want, Ms Swan?" I asked her. "You want to be dominated?"

She frowned away the pain and then smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yes. Kick me again. I liked that. Makes feel me so worthless. Do it, Victoria. Just—"

I kicked her again in her slutty little pussy. She burst out laughing at the stab of pain, squeezing her eyes shut and tossing her head, and I kicked it again. She whimpered and giggled and gasped for breath.

"Yes," she wheezed. "Keep going. Hurt me, Victoria. Hurt me."

I chuckled at her enthusiasm and swaggered around to her head. "Well, if you insist," I said, and then I sat down on her face backwards so that I was facing her open legs.

Instantly her mouth started munching at my pussy—it was already quite moist and horny—and I lowered myself across her body. Her legs were open, unable to close with her ankles lashed to the tablelegs, and the knife was laying there on the floor. She was eating me out and if she was my victim this would've been the perfect time to kill her. The most humiliating time. The time that would make me feel most powerful. Temptation swept over me and suddenly I grabbed the knife and stabbed it into her vagina.

Handle first.

I had grabbed the knife by the blade, the edge harmless against my vampire skin, and it was the blunt handle that I shoved inside her. It still made her howl from the brute force of it and I could feel the howl muffled and vibrating between my thighs. It trailed off into a whimper and slowly she began to eat me out again. I grinned and shoved the knife handle in deeper, almost to the blade, and then I took it out and thrust it back in. She whimpered again and continued to lick and kiss my vagina, sending shivers of pleasure and dominance all through my body. I began pumping the knife handle, slowly at first and then faster and faster until she screamed and orgasmed with her mouth plastered to my pussy.

It was sweet sound and it made me smile, perched there on her face with the knife in my hand like an assassin. The force of the climax had dazed her. I pushed my own unfinished pussy at her mouth and after a while she murmured and began licking again. It only took another few minutes. The climax made me buck down on her face, banging her head against the table underneath. She groaned at that and kept licking limply and submissively until finally I chuckled and dismounted from her face.

Her eyes fluttered open and I looked at her for a moment. Naked, bloodstained, little cuts in both of her breasts, her face. Her legs were open and her vagina was a gaping hole. She smiled at me exhaustedly and I smiled as well as I leaned over to untie her. First I untied her ankles, allowing her to draw her legs together in relief, and then I untied her wrists. She sat up, rubbing them, and then she smiled at me and wrapped her arms around me. I wrapped mine around her as well and held her as she hugged me. I could feel her soft and sliced up breasts against mine and her warmth seemed to radiate through my skin. She really was the most special girl. I stroked her back and held her close and whispered to her.

"Thank you, my love," I said. "That was amazing."

"Yeah," she murmured in agreement.

She continued to hug me for a while and then finally she released me. Her smile was beaming with her own unique happiness, the kind of happiness that comes from being tortured and abused by someone you love with all your heart, and then she looked down at her chest to inspect her injuries. She lifted one of her breasts in her hand and chuckled at the cut in the nipple and she let it go and put her arms around my neck to smile into my face.

"I wish we could do stuff like that more often," she said. "You have no idea how much I wish I could satisfy you properly."

I smiled at her and cupped her face. "You satisfy me in ways that some meaningless victim never could."

"I hope that's true."

"It is. In any case, such shallow satisfaction is hardly worth the cost of your life. Even tonight was unwise. Look at your poor body. Look how fragile it is."

She released me and I took one her breasts in my hand as if to caress it better. She smiled at that and then her smile went coy.

"Well, since I'm already damaged, wanna do something else?"

Excitement sparked in my stomach. Was she serious? Her eyes seemed like they were, serious and playful all at the same time, and I mirrored her coy smile.

"Like what?" I asked.

Her smile widened and she leaned to my ear to whisper, as if saying it out loud was just too embarrassing. I felt her breath tease against my ear and she said:

"Why don't you drag me upstairs by the hair and rape me with a strapon?"

A smile grew on my mouth. I turned to look at her. Her eyes were dark and hopeful and brimming with anticipation. The look in them completely slayed me and I had absolutely no choice but to give her what she wanted.

I cupped the nape of her neck as if to kiss her.

Then I clenched my hand in her hair and rose and began dragging her toward the stairs.

She started screaming from the pain right away, screaming and laughing, and her hip bumped and bounced on the steps as I hauled her up the staircase by the hair. The pain was so much that she even seem to forget how much she enjoyed it.

"Noo!" she screamed. "Stop! Please, oh god, owww!"

I was dragging her down the corridor, her legs kicking and thudding against the walls. The bedroom door was open and I dragged her directly inside and hefted her up by her hair, causing her to scream again, and then I backhanded her silent and threw her onto the bed.

She landed facefirst, whimpering, and struggled to sit up.

"Oh god," she was saying, one of her hands buried in her hair to sooth her sore scalp. "Oh god, that hurt so much. You bitch. You fucking bitch."

I chuckled at her and began buckling the strapon. She was sitting up in the bed by now and she was glaring at me with her dark hair half spilled over her face in a way that aroused me immensely.

"You better fuck me really hard with that thing," she said. "I didn't lose half my hair just to—"

I leaped across the room and slammed into her.

We rolled on the bed, skidding backwards. The suddenness made her scream again but the scream was cut off as I pressed my hand over her mouth to shut her up. Genuine distress came into her eyes but that only seemed to excite her more. She whimpered into my hand and struggled to get away from me but I only grinned and got between her kicking legs and rammed the strapon into her vagina.

She screamed again, her eyes rolling into her head, and the sudden penetration broke all her resistance.

She flung her arms and legs around me and gripped me tight and screamed as I fucked her without mercy.

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AN: This chapter was supposed to have the next plot twist, but I figured one more filler would be okay. It gives it texture. And I liked the idea of the lemon, lol. Pretty creative, don't you think? Hope it turned out okay. Let me know what you thought. New chapter soon. :)