Page 79 of Awakening the Beast
“You want to keep pointing your fucking gun at me?” I snarl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it back, eliciting a sharp hiss from her. I slide the barrel inside her wet pussy, a cry tearing from her throat as her eyes squeeze shut.
“Let’s see how you like feeling under threat by the person you love,” I whisper menacingly.
Her wide eyes snap open, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.
“Fuck it until you come and pray with each passing second that I don’t blow your cunt apart.”
“I…” she gasps, her voice trembling.
“NOW!” I shout.
She swallows hard, but eventually lifts her hips with a seductive sway that makes me growl in approval. I observe as she takes it slow at first, getting use to the cold metal sliding up and down her walls. I can only imagine it feels fucking foreign and dangerous which only pleases my sick mind.
My hand untangles from her hair and moves down to her bare ass while I keep the gun steady between her thighs. She rides it, just as I ask, gripping my shoulders for support. My fingers skim down the split of her ass as I watch her intently, how her breathing comes out shallow, how her tits bounce with each thrust. When I reach her puckered little hole, I press my fingers firmly against it, feeling it twitch against the tips with each drive downward.
My mind floods with twisted possibilities, wanting to push her over every boundary she has. I start to rub roughly, making her eyes roll back in lust.
“You like your gun inside your tight cunt, Wren?” I ask coldly.
Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, but they also glitter with dark arousal that she cannot hide. Without warning, I slide my finger into her ass and her head snaps back while I press as deep as I can get it.
“Fuck the gun harder, you slut.” I mutter the order.
As she presses her pussy downward, taking more of the barrel, I finger fuck her asshole at the same time, loosening it and I feel her come slowly pooling on my hand that is wrapped tightly around the gun. She starts to lose herself in the heat of the moment, her climax nearing, unable to stop herself. Her moans grow loud, uneven, unable to breath until finally, she submits.
Frustration builds inside me rapidly and I grab her throat mid-orgasm, lift her little body off the floor by my hand as I stand and slam her down on my desk. The movement causes her to let out a groaning scream from the climax and the pain. I yank her closer to the edge until her ass is hanging off it, legs wide, then slide the gun back inside her pulsing pussy.
Her back arches, her body convulsing as I fuck her cunt hard with it, my hand tightly around her throat to keep her bound and when she tries to lock her legs on instinct, I force them open aggressively with my elbows, making her take the entire thing inside her.
“You will learn your fucking lesson, Wren.” I growl between her screams. “Every time you think in your pretty little mind about pointing that gun at me, you’ll remember this moment and how I violated you with it.”
The gun becomes soaked, hardly able to hold it because it’s coated in her slickness. In my madness, I release her throat, unbuckling my belt with a swift urgency to step up the crazy between us. I dip my hand into my boxers, flopping my rock-solid cock out and I gaze down, letting spit fall from my lips and hit the pierced tip.
When done, I guide myself to her asshole and she reaches down, seemingly trying to stop me, but I catch her wrist, holding it tight. I ease my cock into her little ring. A scream gradually leaves her the further I enter, slowly, inch by inch. She feels so fucking tight with the gun inside her pussy at the same time.
As soon as I’m balls deep, I slide my cock back down her walls before pressing my entire length deep again. Her body tenses, almost rejecting me as I fuck both her holes simultaneously, but she doesn’t scream no. She will always be my obedient little slut, letting me do as I please to her.
No matter how sick. How twisted. How wrong.
“Arlo,” she cries out, her voice strained and pleading.
I lean over her, hovering my face above hers.
“Is that you saying no to me, slut? Do you want me to stop?”
We exchange intense eye contact, mine are firm while hers are wide, our breathing extremely heavy, but she says silent.
“Then shut your big fucking mouth for once,” I growl, shoving my fingers in her mouth causing her to gag around them, her asshole crashing my cock in the best way possible.
“Now suck them while I fuck your throat, your pussy with your own goddamn gun and your ass with my dick, until you’re coming undone around all three.”
She slowly locks her plump lips around them, her hands latching around my wrist as I start to thrust my fingers in her mouth.
“Such a good girl for me,” I praise.
As I start to fuck her asshole again, slamming into her, the gun effortlessly slides in and out her wet cunt. The entire scenario drives me feral and soon I am wrecking all her openings at the same time, destroying her. Teaching a lesson in the most fucked up way.
My fingers plunge down her throat, making her choke, her screams cut off continuously as tears streak from her eyes, smudging her mascara.
