Vicious Revenge (Vicious City Book 4) Page 8

  Vicious has punished me before, but not like this. Usually he torments me, uses the pain to augment pleasure. But this time it is clear, in spite of our intimacy, that there is no pleasure to be had. I will remember this unto the end of my days, his palm searing across my sensitive skin which grows redder and hotter with every slap.

  When I can no longer stay still of my own accord, he takes hold of my hair and controls my head. My body follows and my hips stay over his thighs, bucking with every swift slap.

  “Never again, Kitty. Not ever,” he says, tightening that grip on my hair to pull my head up. “You have a problem with our relationship, you stay and you argue it out. You don’t go rogue. You don’t play games with me, and I won’t play games with you.”

  Is that an admission that he’s as guilty in this as I am? Maybe. But even if it is, it’s not going to change the fact that I’m the one getting punished.

  “Understand?” He grips my ass firmly, his fingers curling around my cheeks and down between my thighs to find my pussy. It’s just barely the tip of his fingers which find my sex, but that’s enough to start another cascade of reactions amplified by the heat in my ass and the hard grip in my hair. I’m his. All his. Just like I need to be.

  Vicious

  I feel her cunt beneath my fingers, already slippery and wet. Kitty has always responded to me with an incredible instinctual submission. She’s caused all this trouble, damn near brought me to my knees. I’m going to make sure she ends up on hers.

  Keeping that grip on her hair, I plunge a finger into her pussy. God I’ve missed this hot little cunt. Her inner walls grip me desperately, and I hear that soft little moan of hers which makes me rock hard. I’ve heard it so many times before when she’s wrapped around my dick. Soon enough I’ll fuck her senseless, but she’s got a whole lot more to endure before then.

  Pulling my finger free, I put it to her mouth and have her suck it clean. She does so without question. She wants to please me. What a good girl. It’s a pity it’s all coming far too late. Her sweet tongue twirls around my digit, a desperate little motion designed to make me go softer on her. I don’t think so. She’s not going to distract me from teaching this lesson.

  “Off my knee,” I say, guiding her down onto the floor, face first, head down, ass up, a position I particularly enjoy seeing her in, her sex and little asshole displayed to me in the most lewd of ways. She’s my little smorgasbord of fuck. Do I sink my dick into that creamy cunt? No. That tight ass is going to be spread first.

  I came prepared. A little bottle of intense lubricant with a twist relinquishes two or three drops onto that cute little sphincter of hers. It takes her a moment to realize that it’s not typical lube. This has been well spiced with ginger, and as I rub my thumb all over that little hole, she starts to make the sounds I wanted to hear, gasping little whimpers of anticipation. I’m going to fuck this deep inside her ass, and every part of her is going to feel the effects of her misbehavior.

  Thrusting my thumb into that tight ring, I force more lube deeper, adding it a little at a time, building the intensity as I work that hole.

  Kitty

  My bottom is stinging and sore, but its the aperture between my cheeks which draws my attention now. Holy fucking god. It’s just his thumb, but there’s a heat to that lube which makes the sensitive tissues of my poor bottom react.

  I make a range of shamefully involuntary sounds, little whimpers and moans, gasps and others which completely defy description. He has turned me into an animal, consumed with sensation, forgetting words altogether.

  Again and again, his thumb plunges into my ass, pushing to the first knuckle, not too deep, but deep enough to make his point and to spread that vicious lubricant gel around the immediate interior of my poor little ass.

  The sounds I make are ones of aroused self-pity. My pussy is so wet I can feel the moisture between my lips sliding together with the undulations of my hips. I’m being punished. Everything is sore. But everything is aroused too. My bare nipples are hard, scraping against the carpet with the motions of my body which I find impossible to control.

  “Stay still.” His other hand clamps down on my hip, just as his thumb pulls free, only to be replaced with two thick fingers which plunge into my bottom, the muscle protecting that sensitive hole betraying me and allowing them deep inside me, taking more of that spicy lubricant inside.

  How can I possibly stay still under this intense stimulation of my senses? I bite at my hand and try my best, but I can’t. My bottom is aching. It feels tight and oh so sore. I don’t want to displease him any more, but obedience is near impossible right now.

  “I can’t,” I whimper. “I’m sorry. I can’t…”

  “Do you want to feel my belt?”

  “No! Please! I promise! I’m trying!”

  Vicious

  “I’m trying!” She whimpers the words so pathetically I almost feel sorry for her, but her trying isn’t good enough, not now. Not that we’ve reached this impasse in our relationship, the point where she needs to either be broken past the point of what she can think she can take, or where I have to let her go, because this rebellion will get us both killed.

  “Stay. Still.” I snarl the words mercilessly, making my voice cold and cruel.

  She freezes in place, leaving her rear perfectly displayed for my probing fingers. This is a mercy, and she doesn’t even realize it. I could pull my cock free right now and plunge it inside her ass, fuck her roughly against the floor, my hand wrapped around her mouth to muffle the inevitable screams… but I’m taking my time with her, lubricating this not so often used little hole.

  I’ve allowed her so much innocence, given her too much leeway. I taught her how to scheme and plot, to break the law and all laws of common sense besides, but I never truly taught her obedience - not until this moment.

  Kitty holds position while I twist my fingers inside her bottom, pulling out and adding even more lubricant. When I take her, it’s going to be hard and fast, entirely ruthless. I need for her to be ready. And I need for it to hurt.

  I take my time, not letting her know when my cock is coming. We both know that it is. We both know she’s going to find another reason to cry tonight, besides the shame and horror at the consequences of her own behavior.

  “Tell me, Kitty,” I say, sinking my fingers in and holding them as deep in her ass as they can go. I feel her bottom clenching around me, trying to expel me, but no part of her can get rid of me that easily. “What do you want from me?”

  “M.. mercy,” she whimpers.

  “Not tonight,” I say. “I mean in the years to come. What is it you want to be to me?”

  “I want to be yours,” she gasps. “Whatever that means.”

  The edge of desperation in her voice makes me wonder if she is merely telling me what she thinks I want to hear. The truth is, she is already part of my soul. Letting her go is not an option. Being apart from her these weeks, knowing she has been at the mercy of her own poor decisions, the world at large, and then Angelo Vitali, I have wanted nothing more than to have her by my side, to protect her and guide her, and make her mine. But even I don’t know what our future looks like. Before I met Kitty, I didn’t have one.

  “Mine?” I twist my fingers and pull them free, noting how her bottom takes a moment to close again. She’s almost ready. “Do you know what it really means to be mine? It means police raids, and it means dealing with death, and it means knowing men like Angelo. Sometimes it means being here with him and his boys, being one with this world. You stay with me, Kitty, and there will be no white picket fence. There will be no wedding. No babies. There will be chaos and danger and this…”

  I pull my cock free from my pants. It throbs in my hand, so fucking desperate to be inside her. I’m hard as rock as I position myself over her upturned ass and let the very head of my rod touch the greasy lubed opening.

  “That lube stings, doesn’t it.”

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “T
hat’s what this life is like. It’s going to sting us both.”

  With that, I plunge my dick into her bottom, claim her ass with one rough thrust, feel her inner walls wrap around me, and then the heat from her ass and that spice of ginger begin to work on my cock.

  “Fuucckkkk…” I curse, holding myself there, taking the heat from both sources, being squeezed so eagerly by her tight little ass I could cum right now, but I have better self control than that, and she needs a much longer lesson.

  Kitty

  My ass is stretched as wide as I think it can go, his cock feeling twice the size it does when it is in my pussy - and it is an intimidating size there. He has set my nervous system on exquisite fire, and now he is stoking it with hard thrusts which drive inside me, neglecting my pussy in favor of punishing my ass.

  I can’t think anymore. All thought has been driven from my head. Now I am nothing but flesh reacting to his will, a fuck puppet being driven down against the carpet, used in the most raw of ways.

  I know I deserve every bit of this. I’ve been waiting for it, knowing that it was coming, being entirely aware that Vicious would be particularly cruel and inventive this time around. He has not disappointed me. Every moment before this one was one of mercy, but I burned through that goodwill and now I am left to suffer the unleashed nature of this man who owns me.

  He asked me what life I wanted. I don’t care anymore. As long as I have him, all life is the same to me. He pushes me to transcend my small expectations, changes how I think of myself as a person. Even this ill-fated rebellion was born of him teaching me that I am more than a courier. I am a force of nature, one being tamed with every hard stroke inside my ass.

  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I curse every time he pounds inside me, then pulls out and pushes all the way in again.

  I won’t orgasm from this. He’s keeping his hands away from my pussy and using my ass for his pleasure instead. He’s fucking me as punishment, and it is working. I feel small and naughty and oh so used. I feel contrite and sorry. I wish more than anything that he’d just pick me up and tell me I’m a good girl after all, but I’m not a good girl. I’m a very, very bad girl, and bad girls get punished. Viciously.

  I hear him grunting and I feel him pump and flex inside me in that way which usually means he’s about to cum. But Vicious has no intention of this being over that easily. I feel him pull himself out of me and I see him stand up, his fingers wrapped hard around the base of his cock. He’s breathing roughly, deeply as he goes over to the en suite and washes his dick and hands in the sink.

  “Don’t you move a muscle,” he barks at me, just in case I was thinking about it. I wasn’t. I will stay here in this position, my fucked bottom radiating heat into the room until he tells me otherwise, because I don’t want to displease him again. I want to show him that I understand, that I can change.

  He comes back and sits in the chair. I feel his hand wrap in my hair again. He uses the grip to pivot me around on my knees, and he lets me rest my head on his lap.

  Tears bead in my eyes as he strokes my hair gently and I finally feel the promise of forgiveness.

  “This isn’t over,” he says softly. “We’re still just beginning.”

  “I know,” I reply, my voice small.

  For a few minutes we just sit there in silence. I’m curled at his feet, my head beneath his gentle hand. It’s a moment of peace I’ve been craving, though it is tempered by the fact that my butt is still burning inside and out. I will be feeling the effects of this physically for quite a long time. I will feel the psychological effects forever.

  “Do you want this, Kitty? Do you truly want a man capable of doing this to you?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  His fingers curl around under my chin, lifting my head. He looks down into my eyes. “I want you,” he says simply. “But I might destroy you if you cannot accept what being with me means. When an immoveable object and an unstoppable force meet, they destroy each other, and all that remains is a sucking hole.”

  “I understand.” I really want him to know that I get it, but I know why he is skeptical. I’ve never behaved in a way which would lead anyone to believe that I can accept my place with him.

  “It’s not just about sex.”

  “I know.”

  His fingers stroke my cheek lightly, thoughtfully. The soft touch makes me feel warm all over, little tingles playing over my scalp as he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through my hair.

  “Suck my dick.”

  He gives the order softly, but there’s steel in his voice and I already know better than to defy him.

  I taste faint remnants of soap when my lips meet his cock. Even in his most twisted moments he takes care of me and makes sure I won’t contract anything nasty from his adventures in my nethers.

  Still, there is the knowledge of where his cock has been, and as he urges my mouth further down on it, the fact that I will accept this treatment, that I will be eager for it, tasting him rather than myself, the salt of the cum yet to be spilled.

  He pulls me up, my head between both his hands, holding me firm as he urges his hips up to my mouth, pushing his cock even deeper. Fuck I need this, the taste of him, the feeling of him against my lips and sliding over my tongue. I need to be filled in every hole, in every way. I need to know that he still wants me as badly as I crave him.

  My hunger is so strong it surprises me. I have to have his cum. Down my throat. In my pussy. Back in my ass. There’s no hole I don’t want to give to him. This is about more than making amends, or proving how sorry I am. It’s pure ferocious desire, the need to bond in an inseparable way.

  I have become Vicious. Everything I did, every stupid, reckless thing was something pulled from him. Like a moon flying into orbit, ripped from the earth itself, I am him.

  He snarls in recognition and pushes his cock down as far as it will go, all the way to the back of my tongue and then into my throat.

  “Swallow,” he grinds out, the instruction helping me to take him the way he wants me to.

  He pulls free long enough to let me breathe and then he is back inside my mouth, fucking my face with those ruthless strokes.

  Vicious

  God she’s a beautiful mess. The sound of this is as lewd as the act. Wet gags and gasps, the sloppy thrusts over that hot wet tongue of hers. There’s no part of her body that isn’t good to fuck.

  I love this. This is the best sex of my life, bar none. I’ve fucked people into submission before, but this is more than submission. This is complete, total, surrender. I can see it in her eyes. She’ll let me do any damn thing to her.

  Her ass bears the hot red paint of my palm, so fucking beautiful. This was always going to be an ordeal, but I didn’t count on how completely enjoyable it would be in every sense.

  I pull her head up, her mouth wet and messy, her hair askew, her eyes glassy and yet still focused on me with that fuck-lust which calls more than my cock. It calls my fucking soul.

  Kitty

  He looks down at me with so much dark love in his eyes. We have never been connected this way, not even when he saved my life from the monster in the forest. That was him playing the white knight, but that’s not his true nature. He’s no knight in shining armor. He’s a deviant dominator, and I am his prey.

  He stands, leaving me on my knees, and strides across the room. With his hand still in my hair, he makes me crawl in his wake like an animal, all the way to the bed which seems too pedestrian to have any place in this ordeal.

  Guided up onto the bed, he tosses me down on my back and stands over me, pulling the clothes from his body. God I fucking love how he looks. Everything about him is hard and merciless, the planes of muscle rippling above me, all the way from shoulders, to abdomen, to those thighs of his and the cock standing proud between them.

  I spread my legs, not because he orders me to, but because I want him inside me. I need him in my cunt, thrusting deep, making himself one with me. I want his cum there. I
want him locked in me, our flesh linked. I want to be the same thing as him, held forever in his arms.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says, those eyes sweeping over my body with that ferocious hunger.

  I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like a sore, twisted, aching, wet, dirty, mess - and every one of those things is better than beauty in this moment. Our lives aren’t beautiful, they’re filthy and real.

  He leans down over me, his mouth tracing a path from my stomach to each of my breasts, one at a time, lips finding my nipples, wetting and teasing them. He’s stoking my desire all the more, so much so I don’t know if I can handle it. I am utterly soaked between my thighs, in a state of pure fuck-lust which is controlling every part of me. No thought, no breath, occurs without reference to him.

  “Please…”

  “What?”

  “Fuck me.”

  The words are carnal, but they mean so much more than filthy rutting. I don’t just want him to fuck me. I want him to own me. To possess me. I want him to go so deep inside me that there’s no way I’ll ever be free of him, or he of me.

  “You think you deserve fucking, girl?”

  “No,” I whimper.

  Vicious

  No. That’s right. She doesn’t deserve it at all. But she needs it, and so do I.

  I pull her legs up onto my shoulders, her soaked cunt vulnerable to the hard shaft of my cock. I want with all my being to push myself inside her, feel her wrapped so damn tight around me, that wet little pussy squeezing and gripping my cock the way only a desperately aroused cunt can.

  But I want to make her wait more. I want her to beg me for what’s to come.

  “Tell me what you want, Kitty.”

  “Fuck me, please…”

  “Ask me nicely.”

  “Please, sir. Fuck me.”

  There’s a soft lilt to her voice, true desperation. But it’s still not enough. Not for me.

  “Should I fuck your ass again?”

  I hear her whimper and I smile to myself. I could if I wanted. I could fuck her ass from now until forever. And I just might. But this is about her pussy. I want that little cunt. I need to claim it. She won’t know she’s really mine again until she feels my dick insider her, my hot, hard flesh stretching her open.