The Fallen Angel

Part two.

“Fuck you” I spit as this strange man stalks closer to me from the shadows of my door way. How the fuck did he get in here? I locked all of the-

Fuck, the back door, I left it open since I just let my dog out back. Fuck. Me. 

“Ahh bratty little bitch aren’t you” he says in a near whisper on his raspy voice. His breath carries a delicate whiff of cigarettes overpowered by his minty gum. I hate that I somewhat like the smell of him. “Fuck you” I spit again as I try to fight his body off me. He’s holding me down, he’s overpowering me and he knows it. Sure I go to the gym often but he’s significantly larger than I am, and more desperate to have his way with me than I am to be free. I can feel his hard cock pressing into me and I can’t help the arch in my back that angles me closer. He notices, oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I can literally feel his smile from behind. “Naughty girl. I knew you were. You want this.” I whimper at his accusations as his fingers suddenly grip my hair back. 

“Ah, are these the kind of dumb, slut, things you do? You fucking play with yourself all night don’t you?” He asks as he drags my pink vibrator closer to me. My eyes widen. I know no matter what facts are swirling around in my head about this intruder, I’m going to cum if he uses that toy on me. This toy has the most intense vibrations that always seem to make their way down to the soles of my feet. He grips my face in his hand again, leaning so close his next words tickle the hairs on the back of my neck. “I’m going to fuck you with this toy, and when you cum all over it I will be taking it with me. You no longer use this toy unless under my hand. Do you understand?” I try to wiggle free once again to no avail. He laughs bitterly then grabs my face harder. “You’ll learn how things work soon enough. Take off your clothes” he says as he stands. I notice how his hands fall behind his back as if he won’t need to react quickly. I stare up at him through my messed up hair in confusion. He simply paints a bored look on his face and says, “What’s wrong? Not so eager to run out?” I glance between him and the door. It’s so close I could run out, if I wanted. But that’s the problem I refuse to acknowledge. My body doesn’t move and my mind shuts off. I don’t want to make this decision so I won’t make any, I declare as I stay frozen. He smirks as if he understands my realization. “That’s what I thought.” I hear his belt buckle unfasten then come undone too quickly. Before I can think to react I am yanked up by the throat with the wind knocked out of me. I’m breathlessly staring up at this man through tears stinging my eyes. His fingers hold my face in his palm while the other hand I feel on my back, slowly tightens the belt that’s now around my throat. “Now that we’re on the same page,” he says as his thumb lazily works towards my lips “you’re gonna do everything I say, I don’t care if you don’t want to, you’ve made your choice. You’re mine” he growls. I stay still, begging for precious air. His fingers ease their grip on my face and slowly make their way to my parted lips. “You bite me, I fuck you up” he says. I don’t respond because perhaps I will bite this fucker. Fuck him. “Hey!” He yells with a slap that pulls all of my attention to his intense eyes, “don’t fucking look at me like that. I will fuck you up.” 

I have no control. My body is his, my mind is somehow his. And he’s playing me like a violin. Every arch of my back and clench of my muscles is him. He is choreographing my demise with each dip of his fingers inside of me. And he won’t let up. I keep begging, please, please, please for release. He’s taken me up to the limit more times than I can count before quickly pulling away and slapping my sensitive skin, replacing the unbearable pleasure with white hot pain. Please I keep begging him, only for that sadistic smile to return to his face as he pushes me harder. I swear harshly each time I’m about to come apart at the seams holding all of me together. Each time I think I’ll explode in a million different pieces under him. And each time I’m left feeling an ache deep within. He likes that I’m begging now. He knows just how much control he has over me, all of which I didn’t want to give. He knows I’ve truly submitted to him and now he’s trying to break me, and I fucking love it. Even though I feel like a puddle meeting lightning every time he presses that vibrator to my clit, I do my best to keep my moans silent. I try so hard to keep my breathing indifferent but his hand wrapped around my throat has me gasping for something he refuses to give. “Beg” he commands inches above my face, invading all of my existence. His long hair clouds us from everything and all I see is him. I’m so desperate at this point. The first time I began to feel a need to say please to him, I slapped my hand over my mouth as if I could take it back the second it left my lips. Now I’ve said it over 10 times and he still demands my pleas. “Look at me.” I barely open my eyes and do my best to look between us, anywhere but at that intense glare in his icy blue eyes. “Look me in the eyeball,” he commands. I drag my amber eyes up to his and he repeats his request. Fuck him. I’m done begging. But he presses harder, then suddenly adds another finger. Except this finger- oh, oh my god. It feels so wrong. I feel too full. He rocks his fingers in and out of my holes, never letting up on the lighting that consumes my clit. I try. I try so damn hard. I bite my lip until I can taste the metallic tang of blood. I try to push my legs closed and him out of them but he catches them too quickly and forces them WIDE open, making me even more sensitive and exposed beneath him. I- I can- I can’t hold out- I….

I see the fury in her eyes and we’ve only just begun. But I cant help myself. She’s so fun to break in. God she’s so adorable this angry and riled up. I love how she thinks she can get away from me. My sunshine. Hearing her beg was fun for a time, I know she didn’t want to give it up, but this little whore only took 2 minutes before she started bucking her hips back onto me. And don’t think I didn’t feel when she brushed up against my cock earlier. Such a little slut this one. But now I want to truly break her. I want to see it drain out of her eyes and know she’s mine forever. “Beg” I command her one last time. She’s pushing so hard up against my hands I doubt she even knows how much she wants this. The flare in her eyes tells me she’s never had someone put a finger in her other hole before, and yet she still writhes closer to me while I work the tight hole. I fucking love her, she’s so dirty for me. I keep going with her, keep pushing her harder. I know she’s close to her limit but she can take it. I know she can. She’s the strongest woman I know, that’s why she’s my favorite. I start to see the light flicker off in her eyes. The hatred and the anger start to flutter away, replaced by desperation. Her eyebrows flick up to each other and her mouth parts ever so slightly. “Ohh, you can’t breathe can you?” I taunt her. I feel her pussy start to clamp down on my fingers but I don’t give up. I fight her tight cunt and keep up my unrelenting pace. She’s fucking gushing for me. With one second left before she closes those pretty little eyes, I tell her, “Cum. Right now. Cum on my fucking fingers” and she tears apart at that. The scream that rips through her is so beautiful and deep that I feel this must be her first true orgasm. Good. I want her to be taken to places she’s never been, and only with me. Fuck she’s so wet…I didn’t my know my baby was a squirter…

What’s that? She’s still moving. I look down between us to see her hips pushing and grinding for more even as her eyes lay closed. “Greedy fucking slut” I say with a smile on my lips. “You just can’t fucking help yourself can you?” I take her through the next orgasm as it comes so quickly, then I rip away the vibrator and my fingers leaving her empty. Her body trembles from the remaining racks of her orgasm, and she pants deeply, trying to bring herself back down from the heaven I put her in.