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“Nice of you to finally join me in the fun, princess.”
Nicci wasn’t Nicci at all. It was already too late, and my fate was sealed. I’m in the arms of the Devil now.
“It’s okay, baby, this is just a lesson. But it doesn’t have to be all about pain. It can also be pleasurable.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste all of you, little butterfly.”
“I could tell that beautiful, little puckered hole was a virgin.
Did he take notes from Fifty Shades of Fucking Hell?!
Flames are running up my leg with his touch. I’m not supposed to feel like this.
I’m so wet. My body is a filthy traitor, and a moan escapes me when he finds my tight bundle of nerves.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, princess,” he says in a low gravelly voice right next to my ear. My insides quiver in response to his filthy words.
At this moment, I know I’m in trouble, and everything I thought I always knew about myself is being questioned.
“Such a filthy little whore you are for me.”
No one has ever spoken to me the way he is right now, and I can’t deny his words ignite a fire in me I didn’t know existed.
“Don’t worry, little butterfly. It will fit. I promise.”
He’s trying to soothe my nerves until his smile turns wicked and he says, “If not, we’ll make it fit.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans out, rocking his hips to fit his length in inch by inch, stretching me to take all of him.
Once he’s down to the hilt, I feel his chest pressed to my back and his lips against my ear. “You were made for me and only me.”
“Be a little slut for me, princess.”
Then he holds me up to his chest and rapidly pumps into me and finishes with a feral groan right next to my ear.
“Little butterfly, you bleed for me,” he sings as he holds his member in his palm. His hand is wrapped around it, fingertips barely touching each other.
The guy, his name’s probably Manson, Ted Bundy, or something fucking crazy that they’ll write down in history one day. There’s no way women survive after his dick sends them into oblivion.
He lays down beside me with one hand holding up his head and with the other his fingers press into me, scooping out his release. Trailing his fingers up my lower stomach, I feel my muscles jump at the contact. He stops at my belly button with a mix of virgin blood and cum. Swirling it around in my navel, he draws a butterfly in our fluids.
“Look how good we look together, little butterfly.”
I want to consume every part of her.
I’m feeling like a giddy schoolboy because she is mine. She was always meant to be mine.
Those marks aren’t permanent, but one day I’ll give her something to remember me by. A gift she’ll never forget.
I undo the clasp on the gag and remove it from her mouth. A trail of saliva comes with it, and I’m mesmerized by her swollen glistening lips. I lean over and give her a sweet full kiss,
I know there’s some eucalyptus Epsom salts in here. My little butterfly’s going to need that to help with the soreness.
She’s just sitting there staring off into space. She’ll come to terms with everything. She is mine. I’ll take care of her. Eventually she’ll see that too.
My mind flits back to the way she smiled back at me when I held her throat the first night. She has the darkness in her I’ve been looking for. She just needs to come to terms with her demons.
“There’s no need to be shy, little butterfly.”
“You don’t need to cover yourself for me. Every curve is a work of art.”
I’ve never told anyone my real name before, but for her I’d jump off a bridge and deep dive into those eyes.
She’s still embarrassed around me. Eventually I’ll coax that demon out of her, and that shy girl will be gone.
“I want to go home.” “You are home now, little butterfly. This is your home with me. I’ll take care of you.”
So don’t even try to waste your efforts with escaping me, little butterfly. Get some rest.”
When he was dragging his fingers through my tangles, soaping me up and lathering the suds all over my body, I felt tingles at his touch.
This is honestly insane. I need to knock some sense into my head and stop falling for this guy. He kidnapped me for Christ’s sake.
He hops in bed with me and curls my body close to his. “We fit perfectly together.”
He was acting weird earlier, talking to himself. Maybe that’s his thing. I get the voices in your head. I feel like mine are overwhelming at times, but I’ve never actually yelled at them. Not out loud anyway.
“Don’t fly off too far, little butterfly. I’ll have my eye on you,”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you? Never run from a predator, little butterfly.”
“I thought I lost you.” If only. I wish I could lose myself, and a sharp pain fills my head, then darkness takes over.
My little butterfly wants to fly away from me, and I can’t let that happen. I love her. She is the one for me; she just doesn’t know it yet.
I just want to feel loved and everyone I’ve ever loved has turned on me or lied in some way. I just want her to be different. I want her to save me.
“It’s time for your punishment, princess.” His cruel smile never falters. Oh, fuck me. I’m in trouble.
“You look so cute when you’re mad. Now stand on the chair.”
“Mmmm . . . I see a pretty little mark already showing on your dainty little neck.” He leans down to my ear and roughly bites the lobe. “Now, let’s have some fun.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.” He runs his nose up my sleek slit, inhaling as he goes. “You smell good enough to eat.”
“Beg me, princess. Tell me your dirty pussy wants me to eat it.” He kisses my thigh before biting into me hard. “Oh God, please. I’m your dirty little slut.” “Better.”
“I want you to eat me like I’m your last meal. I’m your filthy little cum slut, and I’m never leaving you again.”
