#commanderseptic

“And here I thought,” Another hit. “That you were my good girl.  But here I find out, that you were trying to escape.”

“I… I...”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Jack snapped.  “You are going to take it, and whatever else I give you.”

Holly cried out again, as the belt came down against her bare lips twice, before going back to her thighs again.  Just a few hits later, Jack dropped the belt on to the floor, his hand leaving her hair.  She started to sag into the mattress, Jacks hands stopping her, bringing her back up onto her knees.

“Oh, I don’t think so, I’m not done with you.”

Without his belt, it was easy to push his pants and underwear down, settling himself into behind Holly.  She barely had time to brace herself, before he was pressing himself into her, a groan falling from his lips.  More tears were falling from her eyes as he started to move, hands holding her hips hard enough to bruise.

“This wasn’t how our first time was supposed to go.” Jack groaned, his hand coming down on on her bruised cheek.  “I was going to take my time, go slow and make sure that you had a good time too.  But then you had to be a bad girl.”

A string of sorry started falling from her lips as Jack kept moving, fucking deep as he could, lying himself over her back.  His teeth found her shoulder as his movements started getting sloppy, the bubbles starting to grow in his stomach.  With a loud moan, he pressed deep in her, filling her with come.

Panting softly, Jack pulled out, backing up as Holly fell sideways on the mattress, quiet sobs still coming from his lips.

“Now if you go back to being my good girl, next time I won’t have to be so rough.” Jack said, fixing his pants and picking the belt up.

Walking down the small hall, he could hear mice scatter, and the one he was coming to see, her heart beat going faster.  In his pants, his cock stirred at the sound, his fangs aching for her sweet taste.  Upon getting to the door, he took his keys out, undoing the locks, before swinging the bar hinge open, turning the handle.

Stepping into the room, he flicked the lights on, the purple haired girl whimpering behind her gag.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Jack purred, shutting the door behind him.

She whimpered again, but didn’t move from her place sitting on the middle of the mattress; she knew better.

“That’s also my good girl.” He smiled, watching as she flinched.  “Now if only you could be this good all the time, then i wouldn’t have to use that horrible gag, and you could eat like a normal person, not have to attach a tube to that bad gag.”

Stepping to the bed, he reached out, tilting her head up, thumb rubbing her jaw line.  Reaching behind her head, he undid the straps of the gag, letting it fall onto her lap.  Wrapping his hands around the back of her neck, he pulled her into a kiss, her chapped lips rubbing against his smooth ones.  His tongue flicked out, playing against her still one, his fingers twisting up into her hair.

Pulling back, he pulled her onto her knees, his other hand undoing his pants and pushing them down.  His cock was already hard, jutting out from his body, painting her lips.

“Are you going to finally tell me your name, pretty baby?” He asked, holding under her jaw lightly.  “If you do, I’ll go easy on your poor mouth.”

She shook her head for a second before sighing softly, looking up into his other worldly eyes.