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“You look a lot better on your knees, Jess,”
I was suddenly, horrifyingly aware that I was having a reaction to this that I hadn’t expected.
He drank. He drank the damn cup rather than give my thong back, and my mouth dropped open.
“Go crawl and get my beer, Jessica – before I put you up against the wall and spank that cute little ass of yours until you figure out how to behave.”
“You’re going to follow and accept your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”
There was a tap on my head, something pressing me down and keeping me there. Within moments I recognized the textured feeling of a boot sole, and realized Manson had pressed his opposite foot on top of my head.
I didn’t want to say no, I just wanted to beg.
“Oh, Jess. Poor little angel. I’ve made a sinner out of you. Enjoying your punishment so much it’s making you wet. So cute.”
“Do you understand what a safe word is?” I gulped. “Yes.”
“You deserve to have your clit aching all night. You deserve to have duct tape slapped over it so you can’t touch while I crush your pretty little pussy under my boot.”
“If you really don’t want this, say so now. Right now. You’re safe to do that, I promise you.”
“I can do whatever I want, angel. I can make you suffer all night and never give you release. I can spank you again just because I like hearing you scream - and you do sound so pretty when you scream.”
“You’re so mean.” He grinned, and kissed my forehead. “Oh, angel. You have no idea.”
“This bedroom is mine. No one will bother us.”
Ghastly clowns – monsters. Monsters that I knew, monsters I’d helped create.
“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.” Manson’s voice rumbled eagerly from behind me, deepening with excitement, “And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”
“You’re doing so well, angel, I’m so proud." He spoke gently, his voice soothing. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled up with his cock.”
"Only if you want me to come."
