That Sik Luv

Aero

I’m finding that pushing sweet, innocent Briony past the limits of her moral being is intoxicating.

Seeing her bare before me, her breasts full and heavy, released from the soft, silk dress, uttering words from her mouth so vile to her in a past life, is utterly thrilling.

Fuck, I’m harder than ever before, waiting to torment her in all the ways I’ve dreamed. All the ways I’ve imagined while watching her sleep so peacefully on that bed beneath me.

Those nights I gripped my cock, squeezing it hard to mimic the pain of taking someone so pure and untouched. Those nights are over. Briony will learn what it is to know her body. She’ll learn what it is to embrace her sensuality, her sexuality. She’ll learn how to take me in all the ways I need, satisfying each other until we’re both utterly used and entirely spent.

My dark-haired beauty sits kneeling beneath me on the floor, so obedient, with a little push. Yes, the gun to the head wasn’t really necessary, but by the look of the arousal glistening between her legs, I could’ve sworn it was her undoing, her fear and pleasure rolling into a beautiful mix of lust sitting low in her belly. Confused as to how to care for those needs.

With the belt securely fastened around her neck, and the end of it wrapped around my wrist, I take my other hand, opening up my dress pants.

She needs to get familiar with what a man truly is. A beastly animal at his core.

I pull out my hard cock before her, gripping it at the base, causing her eyes to widen and the sound of a gasp to leave her lips.

Stroking myself a few times, I run my finger over the piercing at the tip, watching as terror and fascination run wild behind those stunning, blue eyes.

“Touch it.”

Her chest rises and falls as she glances from my cock to my eyes and back.

“Touch it and get familiar. It’ll be your favorite new toy, little doll. I promise you.”

Unsure eyes gaze at it before a shaking hand reaches up and wraps around the middle. I try to control myself, shuffling on my feet as her eyes light up with fascination. The sensation of her palm finally on me has my head dropping back, my jaw clenching tightly.

“It’s smooth,” she whispers in disbelief to herself. “So…thick.”

Running her palm up my length, her fingers run along the veins roped around it until her thumb trails up and over the crown. She grazes the piercing, exploring with her fingers. I flinch, the flick of the piercing sending a wild electric current through my body, stiffening me further.

She doesn’t even know what she’s doing yet, and it’s already too much.

“Open your mouth,” I instruct, already feeling breathless and eager.

She blinks a few times, dropping her hand, clearly considering her life choices, before licking her lips and parting them ever so slightly. Her pulse pounds in her neck, the blood circulating beneath her skin, something I want to taste. Need to taste.

“Wider,” I say. “And stick out your tongue.”

She does as I ask, slowly opening her mouth wide as her pink, wet tongue slides out.

Staring down at my beauty on her knees before me, I press my hips forward, touching the tip to her tongue. She closes her eyes tight.

“Look at me!” I yell, pulling the belt so her head moves closer and her eyes snap open.

The edges are already brimming with tears as she stares at me, and I feed my cock into her mouth.

I will not be soft on her. It’s the tears spilling over I need. The mess of a pretty painted face stained before me the goal.

I thrust deep and she gags as the tip hits the back of her throat, but I hold it there, in her soft, innocent mouth. Pulling back a bit, I practically pass out at the feeling of those warm lips finally wrapped around me.

“You need to relax,” I tell her. “Breathe through your nose while I fuck your throat.”

Pulling the handle on her neck, I grip the hair at her crown. I bring her mouth back to me as my cock fills it, causing the tears to spill down her cheeks as she coughs around me again.

It won’t take me long. She just needs to hold out for me a little longer.

She gags again, attempting to breathe around it, her saliva dripping down beneath us onto her bare chest as I begin thrusting. But you only learn through practice. Her breathing is irrelevant to me at the moment as my goal of finishing becomes the priority. Her hands come up to my thighs, nails clawing into the meat of my legs, pushing me back to pull off, fighting it, but it only excites me more.

I grip the belt tightly, groaning deeply, fucking her face harder than before, until I feel the tingling sensation at the base of my spine. Eyelashes clump together as the mascara runs down her cheeks, the sounds of slurping and gagging filling the room.

Pressing myself as deep as I can one last time, hitting the piercing against the back of her smooth throat, I pull back. Stroking my cock a few times, a throaty grunt escapes me and euphoria finds me as I release myself on her face, pumping all the cum from my tight balls onto her pretty little face.

Her eyes close tightly as she gasps for air, the mix of cum, tears, and mascara creating the most beautiful image before me. My filthy girl finally covered in me.

Placing my semi-limp cock back in my pants, I take two fingers, wiping the cum that’s dripping down her cheek, coating them. She blinks up at me, her eyes wet with tears as a sob leaves her.

Taking the cum, I make the sign of the cross on her forehead.

“In the name of Aero, your new god, I baptize you, Briony Strait.” I take the rest and wipe it over her lips as she stares at me in horrified disbelief. “Your new life begins now.”

She pulls her head back away from me, an immediate glare taking over the innocence that was once there.

“How dare you!” she spits out at me, moving to stand.

I smile to myself as I watch her rip the belt from around her neck. I knew her denial and regret were coming. She throws it at me, hitting my chest, and I catch it with one hand. I watch as she slips the straps of her gown back over her shoulders, covering her saliva-coated chest. Gripping the bottom of her dress, she lifts it, moving to wipe her face off.

Dropping the belt, I charge her. Gripping her neck, she drops the edge of the dress, backing into the desk until she falls against it, seated on the edge.

“Don’t you dare waste that,” I growl. “You’ll learn to take everything I give you. Savor it until you find yourself needing more. You’ll thirst for me, Briony. Mark my words.”

Her nostrils flare as I stand above her. I clean her face off with my fingers, slowly feeding them to her to clean and lick off. She reluctantly complies, swallowing it down as a whimper leaves her throat, until I’ve gotten as much as I can from her skin.

Something about the danger of being in my presence, forcing her to enjoy something she’s learned a lifetime to deny, excites her to her twisted little core. It’s lovely.

I’m sick. I’m twisted. I’m definitely fucked up. But I know no other way. Briony will learn to live in my world, deriving pleasure from pain and humiliation until she owns her weaknesses. Breaking her into her new life as my counterpart in this sick game of redemption.

Leaning forward, my mask rubs against the side of her face, breathing in her scent once more before I leave. Mine.

“Go clean up,” I instruct in her ear. “But leave your lips untouched.”

I lean back, facing her again, both of my hands sliding up to cup her jaw. Her eyes narrow in confusion.

“Be my good girl and kiss your prince tonight with my cum still clinging to your lips.”

Giving her cheek a soft slap, I turn, grabbing my belt before I thread it back in place. She swallows, trembling as a breath leaves her lips. Reaching behind her, I grab the manila envelope from the desk, putting it in my waistband behind my back. I make my way towards the door, buttoning the rest of my shirt back in place as her eyes follow me.

“Do it, Briony,” I say sternly, straightening my shirt before tucking it in. “Or…see what happens if you don’t.”

With that, I twist the lock, open the door, and leave my smeared, dirtied little doll with her new task in hand.