Page 53 of Z For Butterfly Man
“What the fuck?”
“No swearing in this sacred place, darling,” she mocks between verses.
I fist her hair and yank, slamming inside her in warning. “Don’t ruin this.”
“Ruin what? Your rape party?” She screams the lyrics.
“Our reunion! I’m making love to you, Reagan. Stay with me and feel it.”
“My bad. I thought you were punishing me for lying by shoving your stinky cock inside me.” Those goddamn lyrics pour from her mouth.
“You are lying,” I say through my teeth. “You lied to me about Shane, and you’re lying now, pretending you don’t want me to fuck you.” Can’t she remember how many times I’ve made her come? How many times she’s begged for my cock?
“In the depths of a mind insane, fantasy and reality are the same,” she sings.
“Stop this fucking song!” I pull her hair so hard I could tear it off her scalp, but she keeps on singing. I think about gagging her, but that won’t be enough punishment. I have something better.
I let go of her hair and reach for a button on the lower bottom of the table. Then I part my legs and lift my hips to make room for what’s coming.
The mechanical sound of the table parting underneath her ass smothers the fucking song in her throat. The look on her face speaks volumes, asking what I’m up to now.
“Every time I try to punish you, I wind up losing myself in your beauty. I forgive you. I pleasure you, and in the end, I’m the one who is punished.” A leather cushion replaces the table surface where it’s parted and tilts at the perfect angle for our next game. “Not this time, darling.”
“What are you doing? What is this near my ass? Is that a Sybian? What the fuck are you doing?!”
“Close enough. Custom-built just for you, for moments like this.”
She cracks a mocking laugh. “Oh, fun time. Perhaps I should misbehave more.”
“It’s not that much fun when it’s not lubed, or when I don’t have to stop fucking your pussy to change the attachment that rides your ass myself. Whatever I put inside your ass can, with just a touch of a button, inflate and enlarge to a fucking dragon size until it splits you in half.” I adjust myself on top of her and thrust deep inside her. “So yeah, little butterfly, misbehave more. I love to see you weep in pain.”
She gulps, squeezing her eyes shut, as the silicone lolli probes her asshole.
“No. Look at yourself,” I command, moving roughly. “Look at us.”
Her moans fly, and her eyes open and lock onto the mirror obediently. Mine lock onto her, savoring every inch. I move faster, owning her in the most primal way possible. “This is what truth looks like, Reagan. You and me and what’s always been inevitable.”
I push the round top of the attachment into her ass, slowly, enjoying her protesting screams, until it hits home. “Relax, darling, it’s just the tip.” Then I hammer inside her harder.
She cries out. Pain or pleasure or both, I don’t care. This is making love, not the gentle, romantic bullshit the world pretends is real. This is possession. Consumption. This is us forever. “You’re mine,” I groan. “You’ve always been mine. From the first moment I saw you, you belonged to me.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and I groan harder. “Yes, darling. You like this,” I tell her. “Your body doesn’t lie like you do. You’re drenching all over my cock, little butterfly. You’re going to come on my cock like a good girl, and then you’re going to tell me the truth about Shane.”
“I already told you—”
“You lied.” I fuck her harder and inflate the toy in her ass enough to get another scream from her. “Only to get me to kill him.”
“You…” she moans so hard I almost come, “you didn’t. Tristan did. He killed Shane and Blake, not you.”
“Because I knew the truth, and he didn’t.”
“He kept his promise to me, unlike you.”
“And look what that got him, darling,” I growl into her ear, my hips slamming against the pins in hers.
“Bottom line is,” she says between gasps and winces, through the pain she must be feeling, “you lied, too. You didn’t keep your promise to me. You don’t get to earn my love or the truth.” Another moan. “I made a terrible mistake choosing you over Tristan. I wish I’d let him kill you when he had the chance.”
For fuck’s sake, I’m buried balls deep inside her pussy, and she still thinks I’m that loser. “Fuck it.” I drive into her hard and long and fast. With a wild groan, I fill her with my cum. “And fuck you, Reagan.”
