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Of course you blamed the only person you felt was responsible. Geta. He killed your father. He killed your brother. You wouldn’t let him take the last of what you had. So you did what you needed to survive, and stayed far away from his tyrants.

You’d heard of his army walking the markets day to day, blending in with the rest of peasants just to try and find someone stealing. They would take them to the temple and cut their hands off, cut their tongue out, maybe even behead them then and there. But you were smarter than those people. And faster. You had to be.

Before your father died, he always told you that your speed would be your superpower to survive Getas reign. You’d never have to face the torment of being in the arena and using your strength against your neighbors, but you could use your speed against his tyrants.

You spent days running in the slums, back and forth until you couldn’t breathe again. Or until you felt like you could’ve lost them. You knew you were ready for anything. Considering you did steal food to survive, you had to be.

You never thought you’d get caught. You’d been doing it for months now, and it seemed that only the elderly were the ones being dragged back to the kingdom. Call it population control if you will. But your time was surely coming to an end, and you could feel it.

You took your weekly walk down to the market, keeping your hood up and frequently looking out for suspicious vendors and customers. You’d seen people dragged away enough to know what they’d look like. They weren’t very good at disguising themselves. To you at least.

You tried to go to different stands each week so they wouldn’t catch on to you. You found a nice fruit stand with more colorful berries than you’d ever seen in your life.

You approached the stand as you practiced your distraction tactic in your head. You took a look around the stand, asking the man about how much he gets each week to sell, making him turn around to look in his inventory, giving you the perfect chance to quickly shove pints and pints of fruit in your bag.

Before he could turn back around, you were gone. Quickly walking through the market fast enough to be out of his eyesight but not fast enough to cause a scene.

You’d made it halfway down the road, just long enough to think you’d gotten away with it until you felt two pairs of hands gripping on each of your arms tightly.

“Little girl thought she got away, huh?” A deep voice husks behind your ear. You don’t fight it. No point in fighting when they’ve already made up their mind. And they are clearly much stronger than you.

You just roll your eyes as you let them walk you towards the kingdom. You can feel the eyes of everyone on you as they practically carry you towards the kingdom, but you pay them no mind. Your father always told you there was no reason to fight.

Once you reach the castle, the anger in you bubbles more and more. Knowing two people you loved died here made you want to rip the ugly brown wallpaper off of the walls and break down the pillars.

The men carry you up the steps to a large room bolted down with a big gold chain. You don’t even bother being nervous or anxious about what’s behind that door. You know your fate is decided the second your name is mentioned to the emperor.

One of the men unlock the chain while the other holds your arm even tighter. You’ve made no signs of struggle so you don’t exactly understand why they have to bruise your arm in the process. The door opens to reveal a long hallway, covered with a red and gold carpet leading to a throne. You’d recognize that throne anywhere. Along with the man who sits on it.

The walk down the runway seems like hours, as the man you despise most in this world stares you down with his wide brown eyes.

“You’re dismissed.” He says in a dark tone. The two men let go of your arms and bow before Geta before turning and leaving the room. Bolting the door down once again behind you.

“Most people bow when they see me.” He says, his legs and arms spread comfortably on the soft throne paid for by his slaves.

“I’m not most people.” You stand tall in front of him, keeping eye contact. “...your highness.” You smirk before playfully bending your knee and bowing in front of him.

Geta scoffs before standing up from his throne, slowly making his way towards you. “You look familiar.” His breath lingers down your skin as he circles around your body, his arms behind his back.

“You killed my father… and my brother.” You can see the gears click in his mind as he stops right in front of you. He places his hand roughly under your chin making you shiver. He forcefully turns your head both ways before nodding. “Caius’ daughter. How could I forget those innocent eyes?”

Your breathing gets heavier as you remember everything this man has put your family through. You spit on his cheek, making him quickly shuffle back. He chuckles under his breath, looking up at you as he wipes your saliva off of his face. “I should have you hung for that alone.”

“You’re going to kill me anyways. What else do I have to lose?” You get down on your knees, placing your hands behind your back as you ready yourself for the knife that is knowingly going to come to your neck.

“Who ever said anything about killing you? I surely didn’t.” He steps closer to you, leaning down to place his hand under your chin once again, this time softer. “Who could kill such a pretty little whore like you?” He lifts your head up to look at him, smirking as your eyes meet his once again.

He roughly pushed your head away as he steps back, slowly untying his robe. “I’ve already done enough damage to you, don’t you think?” He smirks, dropping his robe to reveal his extremely toned naked body. His cock jumps up to his stomach in anticipation, and as much as you hate him, you can’t take your eyes off of it. “In return for letting you live, I say you do a little something for me, don’t you think?” He spits in his hand, moving it down to stroke his cock as you watch on your knees. “You’re already in the position… it’s only fair.”

He moves back to his throne, sitting with his legs spread as he continues to stroke himself. Your mouth salivates at the image alone. You get up from your knees, slowly walking towards him until you’re standing in between his legs.

“I’d rather die than do anything to serve you.” You spit on him once again. Before you can turn around, he grabs you by the wrists and pulls you down on to your knees, holding your hair in one hand so you can’t move.

“This wasn’t an option.” He grabs his cock with his other hand, tapping it on your cheek before roughly shoving it into your mouth. You can’t help but moan the second you taste his salty seed lingering out the tip. “The good girl likes it, too.” He chuckles.

You look up at him with fire in your eyes, slowly bobbing your head up and down his hard member. You keep your arms behind your back and let him take control. That is all he wants after all. You watch as he throws his back in pleasure, moaning loud enough you’re sure the rest of the kingdom can hear you.

He grips your hair tighter with each movement of your mouth, pulling you every which way he wants you to go. “Your mouth is so wet and tight. Can’t wait to see what that perfect cunt feels like.”

You quickly pull off of him, removing one of your hands from your back to stroke him. “You never said anything about fucking me.”

“Oh, but I just did.” He smirks, leaning down to grab your hips and pull you into his lap. “You thought you were going to get away without me feeling your cunt wrapped around my cock?” He grinds into you, his hands roaming up and down your sides. You can’t help but to grind with him, moaning into his hair as he attaches his mouth to your neck.

His hand reaches down to lift up your skirt, revealing no underwear underneath. He moans into your neck as his fingers trace along your wet slit. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him closer to you as you grind your pussy along his hand.

You reach down to palm his cock, making him moan even louder if that was possible. “Need to feel you already.” He whines as he pulls your shirt up, his mouth immediately sucking on your nipples.

You grab his cock and run the tip along your slit, smirking as you tease him. “Never thought I’d have the Emperor of Rome begging me to fuck him.” You laugh, still riding the tip of his cock.

He growls, grabbing his cock and quickly thrusting up into you. You gasp loudly, gripping his neck tighter than before. He wraps his arms around your back, thrusting into you hard. You match his movements with the bounce of your own hips, leaving both of you a moaning mess.

You can feel your own arousal leaking out and coating both of your thighs. The sounds emitting from this room were obscene, and you just hoped the Gods would forgive you.

You roll your hips faster against him as you feel the familiar coil burn in your stomach quickly. His cock twitches inside of you, making your ego bigger than it already was coming into this room.

“You’re going to cum.” You say breathily, gripping him by his hair to make him look at you. He doesn’t say anything. Just looks in your eyes with his mouth open as he thrusts into you one last time. His hands grip your hips tightly as you feel him dripping out of you. The feeling is enough to make you shake as you reach your own high.

You hold him by his hair tightly, your hips still slowly rolling against his as your both catch your breath. It doesn’t take long for him to remove you from his lap. He grips your hips and swiftly places you back on your feet.

“You may be dismissed now.” He says quietly, clearing his throat as he looks down at his feet.

“Nothing to clean me up at least?” You respond, looking at him even though he isn’t doing the same.

“You’re a peasant. You walk around dirty anyways.” He scoffs.

You walk close to him, lifting your skirt and placing a leg on either side of his thigh. You slide yourself down his thigh until it’s coated in your juices before hopping off.

you didn’t mind your life as geta’s servant too much.

he wasn’t perfect by any means, hell, he wasn’t even kind but he was better than other emperors, better than his own brother. at least in your eyes.

you were working merely as a maid before he saw you picking out flowers, per your superiors request, on his walk and ended up taking you right there against a tree.

“you belong to me now. understand?” he hissed as he thrust into you one final time, unloading his heavy load inside of you, marking you. “say it.”

you hesitated at first, thinking about your superiors but then it hit you, he’s the emperor, he’s the one who makes the call, makes the rules, he’s the superior.

“i belong to you, your majesty.” you told him as you fixed your clothes. he grabbed a hold of your face,

“you’ll come to my chamber tonight.” squeezing your cheeks a little too hard, making your lips pout out. “i’m not done with you.”

you nodded, hardly and he let go of your face and left you in the garden to collect yourself and your scattered thoughts.

since then, it became a routine for you to go to his chamber every other night. he’d fuck you until you’re bruised and full then send you out before you could get your robe on.

he was rough and mean. he bit, marked and spanked you. but you didn’t mind it. a part of you secretly liked it, not that you’d ever tell him. you don’t talk to him unless he addressed you.

but you liked his touch, as vicious as it was.

you also liked knowing that you were his favorite. as stupid as it makes you sound, it made you feel special knowing he asks for you.

he had other girls, sure. but it was you he calls for when he’s had a horrible day and wants a release. it was you he wants after an argument with his generals goes south. it was you he needs to feel control, to feel balanced, to feel good.

but the thing that made you realize you were his favorite was the way he didn’t share you like the other girls or like his brother does.

geta was possessive. you noticed it in the way he doesn’t share his fine wines, his gold treasures and his ideas until they’re brilliant for torture. he keeps his things to himself.

unlike his brother who has a flow of his servants going through his generals like a river.

geta let the other girls go too, he didn’t care for them. but god help who dares to lay an eye let alone a finger on you.

so you figured, maybe it wasn’t too foolish to think he may care for you.

today he called in while he was at a meeting with his generals, which wasn’t unusual. he often had you there to sit by his side, pour him his liquors and to have you close by if something went wrong and he needed an outlet.

you walked in and you could feel the tension in the room, could cut it with a knife if you had one on you.

geta looked up at you from his throne, “there you are, come here.” he beckoned you, a devious smile drawn on his face as you walked towards him.

he grabbed your hips and pulled you close, to stand between his legs once you were within arms’ reach. “this right here is my doll.” he says, to nobody, to everybody. “one day, she’ll give rome an heir.” his hands roam your body as your hair stands on ends. he often says that but you know it isn’t true, to give birth to an heir you needed to be his wife and there was no way an emperor would marry a servant.

you don’t say a thing though, just allow yourself to indulge in the idea for a second.

“sit down.” he orders, his hands pull you into his lap then he keeps them firmly on your hips, it hurts a bit since he bruised them last night so you bite your lip.

“why’s everyone quiet? we’re not done yet.” he declares, his voice steady and his gaze is fire as he stares around at his generals. all of whom have their eyes turned down, they know better than to look.

see, as possessive as geta was, he loved nothing more than to show off. to remind everyone that they’ll never have what he has, that’s why he wears his finest clothes and golds, why he drinks his richest spirits, why he brought you here, sat you on his lap and begun to pull your silk garments down, exposing your body to the room full of men who’ll never have you and never dare to dream to.

one of his hands was groping your tit, kneading at it with his palm, stroking and squeezing your sensitive nipple, hardening it between his calloused fingers while his other hand was buried between your thighs.

two of his thick, ringed fingers thrusted inside your cunt at once and you silently gasped, holding back a moan at the sudden fullness, coarseness. he kept pumping them in then out of you just when you got used to the stretch.

you knew he wasn’t doing it for your pleasure, he couldn’t care less about pleasing you, he’s doing it just to prove that he could. yet still, even with the graceless feel of his touch, you felt yourself melting on top of him, your back hitting his chest, your body completely left at his disposal, he could do whatever he wanted to you and you’d let him.

geta’s gaze fell upon you when he felt your eyes on his face, they’re usually ruthless and demented but once he noticed the tenderness you’re looking at him with, like he’s some sort of a savior, you could swear you saw his eyes soften for just about a second before he got that look of pure insanity in them once more. he squeezed your nipple again, hard enough to make you writhe in his lap, bite your lip and draw blood.

“are you entertained, general? do you like what you see?” geta spits out suddenly and your eyes catch one of the generals staring at you, well, at your body with a trace of indisputable lust. you know that look in men’s faces too well.

the general quickly looks down, shaking his head. “i’m sorry your majesty, my eyes.. slipped.”

“your eyes slipped?” geta mocked, “so you’re not thinking about how sweet it would be to get your cock wet in my pretty doll?”

you fight the urge to smile, he never called you pretty before.

“answer me, general.” he yells.

“no your majesty, that’s your servant i would never dare to.” the poor general keeps his gaze down, fixated on his feet. the others don’t dare to lift their heads as well.

“what if i told you it’s alright?” geta smirks, “look up.” he orders and the general obeys, keeping his confused eyes strictly upon geta despite how difficult it is to not let them drift to the naked girl on his lap. “if you want her, you can have her.”

“your majesty..” the general senses a trick and tries to protest but geta interrupts him,

“a pretty face.. a tight cunt,” he pulls his fingers out of you and you whine quietly at the sudden emptiness then he brings them to your lips so you’d suck the messy juices you’ve left on them and you immediately take them in your mouth and start to clean them up, “obedient.” he smirks at you before returning his attention back to the general, “what else could a man want?”

“nothing, your majesty.” the general mutters nervously.

“come here then.” geta says slyly, “you’ve been stealing glances at her tits for weeks so be a man, come here and have your way with her.” he takes his fingers out of your mouth once they’re all clean and circles your nipple with them, wetting it while keeping his eyes on the general. “she’s all yours.”

you hate the way your heart breaks at his words but mostly hate that you were once stupid enough to believe you might’ve been special to him, that you were more than just a whore he’s using to keep him pleased until his empress comes around and he tossed you out like all the other that came before you.

you fight back the tears in your eyes, holding them in and through your blurry vision, you see the general approaching closer, biting his lip. you can see his hesitation, he still doesn’t know if this is a trick or not and honestly neither do you but it doesn’t feel like a trick anymore.

“your majesty..” he protests one more time,

“touch her.” geta commands.

you closed your eyes, as if that could keep his clammy hands away, and waited for the the contact of his hands on your skin, anticipating it anxiously but it never came.

instead, you felt something warm and thick splash across your body and face.

for a second you were scared to open your eyes especially after the wild gasps you heard from all around the room but then you realized there’s no escaping so you counted to three and opened them only to see that you’re covered in blood and so is geta.

your gaze fell to his hand where you saw him clutching a knife, the one you oftentimes saw him sharpening in his chamber then your eyes hit the floor where you saw the general laying in a pool of his own blood, seeping out from a gaping hole in his neck.

he coughed out a few times, dry and rough before soon enough he was laying there with his eyes open, as unmoved as an abandoned seashell.

“we’re done here. you’re all dismissed.” geta announces, the generals leave one by one, the look of horror still fresh on their faces. geta thinks if you look at him, he’ll find the same frightened look on your face but he pays you no mind as he cleans the blade of his knife with your silk fabric.

“you killed him.” you say, for the first time speaking without being spoken to first. “you killed him for me.”

geta snorts, “don’t let it get to your head, i don’t like sharing, that’s all.”

“you’re alright with sharing the other servants, why not me?” you ask, suddenly getting bold.

he looks at you, fury in his eyes but amusement at the same time. “you just said it, doll. they’re servants.” his bloodied hands cup your face, wiping away a droplet of blood before it trickles down your cheek.

“and what am i?” you don’t try to suppress your smile this time, as foolish as that is.

geta stares at your wild grin before bringing his eyes back to yours, you hold his mad gaze, unafraid. you stunned him, impressed him, passed your test. he smirks back.

“the future empress of rome.”

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He’d sent for you as he always did, and immediately you head for his room - you were his to do with as he wished, whenever he saw fit and he would never let you forget it. You’re paraded in front of the inside circle like a prized toy that only he’s allowed to play with, your life is not your own…your pleasure the last thing on his mind.

Geta screams angrily at no one from the other side of the ornate door, you’d caught word from the other servants that things among the empire weren’t going smoothly - talks of an uprising gaining traction. As you push the door open, he upturns a table full of food and wine. It crashes loudly to the floor and makes you flinch.

He spins to face you, those wild eyes full of the fire and rage you’re used to seeing. His breathing is laboured as he stalks towards you. Prey to be devoured. A ringed hand rips at your simple robes, the material gaping open to expose your chest.

Geta sneers, grabbing at you harshly to pull your body closer. You can smell the alcohol on his breath as he presses his nose into the skin of your shoulder and inhales deeply, he licks at you - wet and sloppy, turning his head as he reaches the crook of your neck to bite down hard.

You swallow the whimper of pain. If he knows it hurts, he’ll just do it again.

“Who do you belong to?” He demands

“You, master” Your well practiced reply

“Who owns this body?”

“You do…”

“Right. I DO. Never fucking forget that.” He spits, flecks of his saliva landing on your cheek.

With that, he tugs your robes hard until they drop at your feet then walks away, leaving you stood naked in the middle of the room.

Geta picks up a chalice and downs whatever is left inside, throwing it to one side to join the rest of the mess he created. Heading for the bed, he disrobes himself and sits back against the pillows. His jaw is set, evidently in a foul mood as he glares at you. Glares through you.

“It’s not going to fuck itself you know,” he barks “come here and make yourself useful at least”

So you do.

You start to get on all fours, the way he usually likes to ruin you, but his wrist grabs around your upper arm.

“Not like that”

Geta pulls you on to his lap, you swallow hard as your legs straddle his thighs, slotting either side. He’s never asked for this before. He always wants control, needs to dominate and make you cry.

Your heart pounds as you stare down at him sat beneath you, his dick hard and leaking on his stomach. Ringed fingers reach up to wrap slowly around your throat.

“Well come on, then, don’t just sit there. Fuck me like the good little whore you are!” He growls at you through gritted teeth, squeezing until you let out a squeak and he releases you.

Shifting forward, you reach down and guide him between your legs. A little gasp breaches your lips as you lower yourself on to him, savouring the slow stretch of his cock until he’s seated so deep you can feel his balls pressed flush to your skin.

Geta grunts, fingers digging into the skin of your ass so hard you know there will be bruises by the time this is over.

He closes his eyes, rocking your hips and urging you to take over. Begging you to move.

You’ve never ridden him this way before, but god, is it better when you have all the control. The different angles he hits inside you, the slower speed heightening all the sensations you don’t usually get to experience.

Geta sits forward, mouthing hungrily at your breasts, pawing at you, leaving teeth marks on your flesh before sucking your nipples into his mouth, groaning loudly when he hears you whimper in response. Arching your back, you writhe a little faster in his lap.

He starts to pant and closes his eyes, relinquishing control to you, freeing his mind from the turmoil of power to just FEEL all of you as you rock yourself on his throbbing dick and take what you want. His mind goes blank, he suddenly doesn’t have to think of anything.

You take the risk and thread your arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer and leaning your chest into his - the slight change of angle hits a spot that makes nerve endings tingle everywhere. A loud moan bursts from your chest and you feel yourself pulse hotly around him.

Geta’s mouth presses hard into your neck, a strangled groan vibrating against your skin as he comes so hard he thinks his head’s going to explode.

Knowing your duty is done, you go to move off him but he wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you in his lap while he’s still inside you, burying his head in your chest as the overwhelming release makes him sob uncontrollably until he can’t even catch his breath.

You stroke his hair.

You hum against his temple.

You kiss the top of his head.

You let him cry.

When he’s done, and the sobs subside, it’s like a switch is flipped. Geta sits up quickly, swiping the back of his hands across his face as he shoves you off him.

“Get out” He spits

Fixing your gaze to the floor, you slip off the bed and retrieve your ripped robes from the floor. Dressing yourself as best you can, you head for the door until his voice calls you back.

“Wait!”

You stop, hearing Geta replace his robes before he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you harshly to face him.

His breath is loud as he stares down at you, thumb and finger reaching to pull your jaw to his mouth possessively so he can taste you. His tongue licks hotly against yours, nipping angrily at your bottom lip as he retreats, laughing as you yelp in pain. His fingertips slowly smear the drop of blood that forms on your lip down your chin with an evil smirk.

“If you breathe a single word to anyone about what just happened, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Yes, master.”

“Leave. Now.”

Bowing your head, you exit his room and let the door slam closed behind you. Your hand trembles as you press it to your bleeding mouth, the scarlet stain marking your skin.

A smile curves upon your lips.

Knowledge is power.

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Thank you for reading! 🙏🏻

Mary liked to make it hurt but the hurt was always so good you would forgive it every single time. He did things to you that you never thought you’d enjoy and opened up a whole different side of yourself you didn’t know lay dormant. Of course, you weren’t innocent like most people assumed, you did have a dark side. But Mary somehow managed to take that dark side and twist it until it had become darker and hungrier than before. And you loved every second of it.

Outside of the bedroom, Mary was the most beautiful human in the world. He was sweet, kind, caring, attentive, somewhat a golden retriever. Between the sheets, he was evil, downright demonic. And tonight was no exception. Apparently he’d gotten into a fight with one of his bandmates, and you were going to pay the price for it. He’d sent you a text before leaving his friend’s place: you better be naked with your legs spread by the time I get home or else. Or else what? Remember the safe word?

Lemon.

Good.

That was the last you heard from him. Anticipation grew in your stomach as you completely undressed and did as he asked. You knew what would happen if you were caught slacking, and given the mood he was in, you didn’t really want to risk it. The last time that happened, you couldn’t sit down for an entire week - because it wasn’t just your ass he beat. The guilt he felt afterwards was crazy and you had to keep reminding him that you wanted it.

You were scrolling on your phone, laying on the bed with your whole body on display when you heard the front door slam shut. Immediately, you threw your phone across the room and put your hands above your head, exactly how he liked. Not even three seconds later, the bedroom door swung open. Mary’s expression was dark, and he was filled with such a rage you rarely saw. He was scary when he was angry - the kindest people usually were. You felt arousal flood your cunt at the sight of him.

“Finally,” he said, “someone who does as I ask.” He placed his guitar on its stand before turning back to you, his eyes roaming the entirety of your body until they stopped on your exposed centre. “I half expected I’d have to come back and punish you. I’m disappointed.”

“I’m sorry.” You said, quietly.

He moved to the side of the bed and sat next to you, cupping your cheek in a moment of worrying calm. “For what, my angel?” He asked softly. “For being an obedient slut for me? For letting me find you with your legs spread like a fucking whore?” The same hand that was gently touching your face disappeared, only to strike your cheek with enough force to sting, but not enough to leave a mark. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

His other hand moved down your body and immediately began playing with your clit - he didn’t bother gathering any wetness from your hole, at least to begin with. His middle finger ran circles around it, and despite the friction being enough to start a fire, it felt good. You bit your lip at the sensation, trying not to let out any moans without permission. Mary just laughed and pulled it out from between your teeth. “No, baby. I want the entire fucking neighbourhood to hear me fuck you dumb tonight. Hide those pretty moans from me and I’ll make you suffer, got it?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl.”

You felt his index and ring fingers slide inside of you, again without any additional lubrication beside your own wetness. The stretch wasn’t too painful, more uncomfortable, but he didn’t give you any time to think about it - instead he began hitting your g-spot over and over again, putting his entire wrist and hand into the roughness of his work and immediately hitting you with intense pleasure. The more he moved, the more wetness got onto his hands and the better it felt. But things really felt better when his second hand came into play, when he used his finger to play with your clit. The look of concentration on his face and the way he bit his lip was enough to make you almost blow right there, but you hadn’t gotten the permission to cum yet, and you knew that cumming without permission would have landed you in serious trouble. Though, Mary could feel how tight you were getting, how needy you were when you bucked your hips to chase that feeling.

“Are you close?” He asked, his voice teasing and bordering on condescension.

“Yes!”

“And what do we say when we’re close?”

“C-can I cum?”

“Can you cum… what?”

“Please! Can I cum please.”

“Good girl.”

You could feel it creeping up on you. It felt so fucking good. His masterful hands brought you so close you could almost taste it. Yes! Yes! Right there. Right there!

He pulled his hands away, his fingers and thumb covered in your slick. You watched him as he admired the shine you left on him, pulling his fingers apart and watching the string snap in between them. All the while you felt that orgasm ebbing away. You clearly looked dejected, and this made him laugh when he saw the expression you wore. “You were a good girl for asking, but I still didn’t give you permission, did I? Let’s go again, shall we?”

His hands went right back in to the exact position he was in beforehand. This time, however, he’d moved down the bed and was sat in between your spread legs, his tongue replacing his other hand on your clit. The same middle and ring finger that he used before, he used again, but this time he added his index finger to stretch you a little more, once again not bothering to slick it up and making you wince at the burn.

Mary would sometimes lick your clit, but he knew the real pleasure you experienced came from him sucking on it. He suctioned his mouth around your pebble and began to suck hard, stealing your breath as he did it. Your hands almost moved from your spot above your head because you were so desperate to touch him. You needed to at this point. “P-please, Mary.”

“Please what?”

“Let me t-touch you!”

“Aw,” he cooed, “is the pleasure too much for my little angel, hm? Does she need to pull on my hair?”

“Yes!”

“Go on, then.”

As soon as he dove back in, your hands flew down to his hair, grateful for the permission. You were always overly touchy during sex - the desperate need for closeness and affection too much for your body to handle, and your hands always took on a mind of their own. Mary loved it. He loved the way you pulled on his hair when he ate you out, how you cupped both of his cheeks when you kissed him while he was deep inside you, how your nails would scratch down his back when he hit that sweet spot, how your hands would always clutch onto his thighs or hips when his cock was down your throat. The constant need to be as physically close to him as possible made him feel loved and wanted. And so he would only begrudge your touch as a punishment.

Your hands tangled in his hair, the strands a little harder than usual because of the styling gel he used, but still you pulled at the roots. You heard him groan in response, no doubt growing harder in his pants the tighter you pulled. The harder you pulled, the faster his fingers moved and the harder he sucked. Again, you were so close, and you announced it only to have him pull all the way back again, completely remove all his touches. You whined and pouted.

“Now, now, angel.” He scolded. He held your chin between his thumb and index finger, swiping the tip of his thumb over your pouted lip. “Don’t do that. Don’t brat out on me now or there will be consequences. Take what I give you.”

“I wanna cum so badly.” You said. Your throat was tight from the disappointment, and you could feel tears begin to brew.

“Poor baby. Suffering so much. I know what could make it better. Close your eyes.”

You hesitated for a second, eyeing him suspiciously. But once he made it very clear he wasn’t moving until you closed your eyes, you obliged. You felt the bed shift beneath him as he reached over you, the roughness of his jeans rubbing against your soft, naked thigh. The bedside drawer opened slowly so as not to immediately alert you to what he was doing, but you had a sneaking suspicion he was reaching for one of the toys you kept in there. You didn’t hear it close, nor did you hear him grab anything. Instead, you felt something big and bulbous sit at your clit before it sprang to life at the flick of a button. Your wand. You didn’t even hear him plug it into the wall. Even on its lowest setting it was torturous enough for you to scream out, both in surprise and sensitivity. Your eyes opened entirely and you saw him kneeling between your legs, wand held tightly in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you writhe and attempt to escape from the feeling.

“You like that?” He asked. When you didn’t answer him, he turned the vibrations up a little more and pressed the wand further into you, applying more pressure to the area and intensifying the feelings. “Fucking answer me when I’m speaking to you!”

“Yes! I like it!”

“There, that wasn’t so hard was it? Have I fucked you brain dead already, hm? I haven’t even touched you with my cock yet and you’re already fucked up. You should see yourself right now - you look so fucking pathetic.” He laughed at your whimpers and the way your hips were moving at the sound of him being so fucking vile. It always turned you on to hear him be an asshole in the bedroom, given the polar opposite personality he displayed every other day. You knew deep down that he didn’t mean any of the things he was telling you, but he always said it with such conviction, especially in the moment you believed him - and it felt amazing.

Mary lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, making it parallel to his body. The back of your thigh was resting over the top of his incredibly hard cock, that was trapped still underneath the layers of cotton and denim. His composure always made you feel like he wasn’t quite as affected as you were by all this. If it wasn’t for the blown out irises of his eyes and the way he was now rubbing himself up against you, you’d think he wasn’t bothered at all. But he took his pleasure from you as he tortured your body, humping the back of your thick thigh as if he were desperate for relief. The look of you, red-faced, sweaty and desperately wailing like a bitch in heat had him far more affected than you realised, and he needed to get it out of his system one way or another. Right now, your thigh was the closest thing he could use.

“M-Mary, I’m gonna c-cum!”

He removed all contact again, even holding your ankle to get your thigh away from his body, denying himself pleasure as he denied you. He waited, wordlessly, for you both to calm down, before he attached the wand to you again, but this time two times more powerful than before. You screamed at the feeling and your hand immediately went to the wrist that was holding the vibrator, nails digging into the white skin and leaving red scratch marks. He went back to humping the back of your thigh, with a little more vigour given the loudness of your moaning. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside you, to spear you on his thick cock and take his own pleasure out of you. He couldn’t wait to make you cum, to shatter your entire world around you and make you think only of him as you tried to breathe. He’d been thinking about it all day. With every frustration he felt he was going to deny you an orgasm. Three so far. Another two to go.

You felt his lips on your calf, kissing the skin there until one particularly hard thrust against your thigh had him groaning and sinking his teeth into you.

“Cumming!”

He pulled away again before you had chance to. You were so close that time. You would have taken any punishment he dished out if it meant you could have cum there and then. But he stopped you before you had chance to tip over the edge and you screamed in frustration, punching the bed beneath you. The tears you shed at the beginning of the session were nothing compared to the tears you shed now. You watched through blurred vision as Mary’s eyes lit up at the sight of you crying in frustration. He turned the vibrator off and threw it to the side, pulling himself out of his confines and lining himself up to your entrance.

“That’s it, you fucking slut. I fucking love it when I make you cry. You’re always so pretty. Gets me so fucking hard.” The last sentence he said through gritted teeth and directly into your ear, his body lying down on top of you and trapping you between himself and the mattress beneath you. He gave you a chaste kiss to your lips, ignoring the tears you were shedding, before pushing himself all the way in, stretching you out even more than before. The tongue that had been licking your cunt earlier was now licking away the tears you shed, and a groan escaped his lips when the head of his cock kissed your cervix as his tongue registered the saltiness.

He thrust gently at first. He may have been acting like a monster but he definitely wasn’t one, even in his anger. While he thrust in and out of you shallowly and tentatively, his lips ran down your cheeks, across your jaw and down to your neck, where he licked, kissed and sucked at a sensitive spot of yours. “I fucking love this tight cunt.” He commented, his voice muffled by your skin. He pulled out and slammed back into you. “I love the noises you make when I fuck you.” Pulled out again and slammed back in. “I love hurting you and making you remember who this pussy belongs to.” Pulled out. Slammed in.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him as close as possible. The feel of his loose, grey vest softly dragging against your very erect nipples only added to the heightened sensitivity of your body making you cry out every time they rubbed against you. His jeans bit into your bikini line and thighs as he slammed into you, hitting your cervix every. Single. Time. Fuck it hurt. It hurt so fucking good.

He picked up the pace and the roughness, but he took this opportunity to attach his lips to yours, knowing how desperate for affection you’d become now. You were still crying - partly out of frustration for your almost orgasms, but also because of just how good he felt. Mary kept groaning and grunting into the kiss, his own voice coming out involuntarily from how good you wrapped around him.

He broke the kiss and sat up onto his knees, still thrusting away inside of you, his pace never faltering. “Fuck!” He grunted as he watched your body jiggle with the force of him. He always loved how your body moved,how you ricocheted off every thrust. He looked down at where you both were connected and saw a string of white around the base of his cock where you’d creamed all over him. “Fucking Hell!” He cried out. “Look at the state of you! This slutty pussy creaming all over me. Does it feel that fucking good?”

“Yes! Feels so good, Mary! You fill me so good.”

“Let the neighbours know who’s filling you this well, angel.”

“You are!”

“Say my name.”

You moaned at one of his thrusts. “Mary!”

“Again.” He slapped your thigh.

“Fuck! Mary!”

“What a good whore for me.”

He reached over to the neglected vibrator and turned it back on, setting the intensity back up to where it was the last time he used it. You visibly winced. “Mary, no!”

“Do you need to use the safe word?”

You shook your head in response.

“Then you’re gonna fucking take it, aren’t you?”

He placed the vibrator over your clit again and continued to fuck you as hard as he could. His grey vest shirt was now dark in most places from the sweat that coincided with the exertion. The sight of him wet and determined had your cunt tightening around him, earning you an appreciative, “fucking slut.” Then, with no warning, the vibrator’s intensity was turned up again, causing you to scream out loud and tears to start falling again. The stimulation bordered on painful, teetering on the edge of delicious and unbearable. You didn’t think he’d ever let you cum - that he’d keep you dancing the line until he finished and that he’d leave you. The thought of it was hot, of course, but by this point you were exhausted. Tired of being brought to the precipice but never quite falling over it. Mary watched your reactions intensely, drool practically slipping from his mouth. You were getting closer and closer by the second.

“Mary, I’m gonna cum.”

This time, he didn’t move the vibrator away. Instead he kept the speed and pressure exactly the same. You could feel it building and building, your entire body tingling in anticipation. He was finally going to let you cum. You were going to cum. You were so fucking close. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

And then he moved the vibrator away.

“No!” You screamed. “Mary, you piece of shit! You fucking asshole! Let me cum, please!” You moved your hand down and began rubbing at your clit working yourself desperately to release. But you didn’t get much time as his free hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away. “I fucking hate you!” You didn’t. Not really. But in this moment you couldn’t help it. You began thrashing against him, trying to fight against his strength but now he was putting his full weight onto you and you were having trouble winning this fight. He let go of the vibrator and slapped your face again, this time a little harder and timed with a particularly hard thrust.

“You wanna fucking fight me? You little bitch. Do you want me to tie you to the fucking bed and keep edging you all night, hm? Acting like a bitch in heat. So desperate to cum. So fucking embarrassing.” His thrusts were getting rougher and rougher. His free hand now came to your throat and began squeezing at the sides. Your breath didn’t escape you, but he was restricting the blood flow. You felt like your eyes were going to burst any second. “I should punish you for that. Remind you your place.”

“I’m sorry!” You said quietly. “Mary, please.”

He bent down and gave you another kiss, his hand still restricting your throat. When the kiss ended, he released you from his grasp and picked the vibrator up, turning it onto its highest setting. “You wanna fucking cum? That’s fine. Cum whenever you want.”

He placed it to your clit and had you screaming at the intensity, more tears falling from your eyes and wracked sobs shaking your entire body along with his insane thrusts. At this point you were practically screaming through it: babbling incoherently, screaming his name, expletives, anything just to take the intensity away and relieve some of the tension. His other hand that was once restraining yours now rest at your hip and allowed him some leverage to continue to rail you into the mattress. He was exhausted, you could see it from the look in his eyes. You wondered how many times during this whole ordeal he almost came too.

One of your own hands moved to the one on the vibrator, and you grabbed hold of his index and ring fingers. He let you, wanting nothing more to lock hands with you and provide you the comfort you were craving. But he was so focused now on getting you both to orgasm he would let that slip today.

“Mary, I’m close! Please.”

“It’s okay, angel.” His voice was soft now. Gentle. He wasn’t the same, angry, crazy man who was ramming into you just moments ago. “Cum for me. I’ll talk you through it. Just don’t forget to breathe, okay?” You nodded. “Such a good girl for me, hey? Feel so fucking good around my cock. I got you, angel. Let go. Cum for me.”

And you did. Oh hells, did you cum. All five of the orgasms you missed now came charging through you at full speed, freezing every muscle in your body and stealing the air from your lungs. Your eyes glazed over and for a second went black, the violence of your orgasm now taking all of your senses for you and numbing your brain until all you became was nerve endings reaching climax. No noises were made, no thoughts were thought, no breaths were taken. It wasn’t until eons later when you felt Mary’s hand tapping your cheek you were brought back down from wherever the fuck you’d gone. His voice faded back into focus, finally reaching your ears.

“Hey. Hey, angel. Come on, come back to me.”

You blinked. “Mary?”

“Hi, baby. Bear with me a little longer, I’m almost there, okay?”

You couldn’t say anything, instead you just nodded. You felt him enter you again, unsure when he pulled out completely, and after a few intense and oversensitive thrusts, you felt him still and cum inside you. His own orgasm wasn’t quite as intense as yours, but it still nearly wiped him out. He lay on top of you for a few seconds, his own body unresponsive to his wants, but once he had regained his own strengths, he gave you a chaste kiss and headed to the bathroom. He always made an effort to clean you up a bit, even if it was only a brief wipe down, it was enough. When he came back, you looked at the state of him. His black jeans even blacker around his crotch and thighs, and it looked like he’d pissed himself.

“What happened?” You asked weakly.

The smile that Mary returned made your heart skip a beat. “You came so hard I was forcibly ejected from your cunt.” He said climbing back onto the bed. “And you squirted everywhere. We’re going to have to change the sheets.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I wanna make you do it again.”

“Not tonight, love. I’m tired.”

Mary laughed. “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He placed the wash cloth on the bedside table and lay down next to you again, scooping you up and holding you tightly, allowing you to bury your head in his bare chest now that his shirt had been removed. “I love you so much.”