Aero
finger, and the blood instantly rushed to my groin.
As if that’s abnormal. I’ve practically remained hard since I began studying her. Watching, waiting, and finally striking… I can’t unsee it. I can’t unfeel it. She has a unique aroma that I need permanently fixated on my tongue. I crave it like Christians crave the blood of Christ. It’s healing. It’s redeeming. I’d gladly lap her up, swallowing all that is Briony to atone for any sins I’ve committed in this life and the next.
My feisty little bitch enjoys bringing me pain, and it’s entirely unfortunate for her that her little outbursts only trigger me further. I quickly reset the finger before rounding the vehicle in search of her.
She runs like she wants me to catch her. As if the idea of me hunting her brings out the primal animal beneath her being. That animalistic rush in which our fight or flight response is so archaically produced.
Through the thick brush of the woods, she attempts to bring distance between us, looking back as her hair hits her in the face. Tripping over her feet, she stumbles when her ankles get tripped up in some brush. Falling on her side, her skirt flips up her thigh, exposing the edge of her creamy, innocent flesh.
My lip curls up as I take a few more long strides to get to her, the chase causing my blood to boil with lust and insatiable excitement, my heart thundering in anticipation of my kill.
Her chest is heaving beneath her white button-up blouse, her breasts not visible enough for my liking. A muscle twitches in my neck as I envision all the nasty shit I’m about to do to this little doll when I catch her.
I could easily outrun her, but watching her stumble and fall before me, looking over her shoulder with pure and utter terror emitting from those angelic eyes, is far more thrilling.
Her hand skims the bark of a nearby tree, and I send a knife to it. Rotating past her head, it spears into the wood, sending splinters from the direct hit. She grips the side of her head where it whirled past her hair, before turning back to look at me, her eyes narrowed with disgust and disbelief.
I send another one to the same tree on the other side of her head. She screams in horror as it hits closer to her ear than the last, her muscles locking up as her spine stiffens, facing the assaulted bark. I stomp over the remaining brush, beginning to close the distance between us.
Her lungs expand and contract at the most rapid rate as she stares blankly at the tree.
“Done running, little doll?” I ask as I pull another knife from the bag across my chest. I hurl it into the tree directly above her head and she tenses up, knives outlining her silhouette.
She grips the handle of a knife stuck in the bark, effectively pulling it from the tree before taking off again. But I’m done with the hunt, and ready to devour my delicacy out in the intimate confines of my woods surrounding us.
Catching up to her quickly, I tackle her frame to the ground, using my body weight to hold her flailing body to the earth beneath her. Dirt kicks up as she claws at the sticks and dead grass near her, attempting to escape. The knife is now just out of reach.
She thinks she’s ready, but loses handling on her knife? She’s not even close. Nowhere close enough to where I need her to be.
I push my hips into the curve of her sweet, round ass, gripping the hair at her nape to hold her head up. She pants in horror, but I know by the look in her dilated pupils that this is arousing her far more than she’s willing to accept.
“Oh, sweet Briony,” I whisper, pulling her head back further. “I’ve been dreaming of the day I’d get to fuck that pretty face into the dirt.”
A low, choking moan leaves her throat as she whimpers.
“But first,” I say, putting my forearm out before her face, showcasing the cut from the confessional. “Heal your harm.”
Her skin is flushed up along her neck, and dewy perspiration coats her in a slick sheen while black strands of hair dangle in a mess before her face. Her tongue dips out of her mouth as she licks my wound. My cock surges at the sight, and I feel the sensation of her warm, wet tongue against my skin as I close my eyes tightly, pressing my erection against the crease of her ass, settling it between her cheeks.
My balls draw up, tight and painfully hard again, as if I didn’t just finish in her minutes ago. But that’s what this angel does to me. She gives me her demons and, naively assuming I’ll be the only one to bring them out of her, she finds a way to further instigate the violence of mine.
Her pink, glistening lips wrap around my skin, kissing the cut, and the sight of my blood smearing onto her bottom lip is my breaking point.
“Hands. Behind your back.”
With her cheek against the cold dirt of the earth, she obeys me, bringing her wrists to her lower back. I remove my belt and tighten it around her dainty little wrists, making sure the leather digs roughly into her flesh.
“We’re not like them, Briony,” I whisper, flipping her skirt up to her lower back, exposing her wet and stretched out panties. I tear them at the hip, pulling them down the thigh of her other leg, and inspect my gorgeous looking cunt.
She’s perfectly pink and glistening from the combination of her arousal and the aftermath of our previous fuck. Her clit is swollen and slightly red and I know after this she’ll need some care, but I’m not past the point of breaking her. Not yet.
I haven’t taken it easy on her by any means, and the best part about that is she seems to truly embrace it.
“We’re like us,” she responds, closing her eyes as the most beautiful words fall from her luscious, submissive mouth.
We’re like us.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
She’s my obsession, but more so, she’s my fucking existence. The only point of destruction I crave. Letting her own the darkness that I am, allowing her to rule over me the way a man in the most painful form of sick love can. Briony Strait is embracing the truth of who she is without even knowing it.
Lifting her hips, she gets on her knees for me on the forest floor, jutting her ass back. I spread her open before me, admiring how fucking perfect she is, before dipping my head and licking the length of her delicious cunt.
“Oh, God…” she moans breathlessly. “Aero.”
I lap her up, running my tongue between her swollen and used little lips before spreading her further and spitting down on the puckered little hole of her ass, admiring her raw beauty.
“Same thing, sweetheart.”
Her pussy clenches and pulses for me. She’s eager for me the way she should be. The way I am for her. I run my fingers along her slit, pushing one of them inside her warm center. She gasps, tilting her hips back, angling herself further.
I slowly remove the digit, looking down at the mix of cum still residing within her.
“You’ll get used to it,” I say, bringing the finger to my lip to lick the delicious concoction. “My cum always leaking from you.”
I push the finger back in and she bucks her hips again. Pulling it out of the tight little hole with a wet-sounding pop, I pull on her restrained wrists on her lower back, lifting her upright.
“Open,” I whisper along her temple.
Her lips part and she sticks her tongue out to sample our delicacy. Closing her lips around the finger, her voice hums around it. I trail the wet finger down her chin, down her neck, settling it over her raging heart. I grip the edge of her white buttoned shirt, ripping it open before pulling down the edge of her bra and exposing her breasts to the nature around us.
“Filthy little whore, you are,” I say, squeezing the full, perky breast in my hand before slapping the side of it.
I grip the back of her neck and push her front half back down into the dirt again, using my other hand to free myself from my pants.
“Tell me you’re my whore, Briony,” I say, fisting my cock in my palm and groaning at the sight of her plump, white ass open and ready before me. Pre-cum seeps from my tip, and I clench my jaw in anticipation of the warmth I’m about to dive into.
“I’m your whore,” she whispers, her cheek driving into the dirt.
“Louder,” I demand, running my cock up and down along her clit, toying the swollen bud with my barbell. “Scream it from your weak little throat.”
Her pussy pulses, craving attention.
“I’m your whore!” she screams in agitation. “Please…just—”
I press into her, filling her with a forceful thrust, only making it halfway in from the tight friction. She cries out into the ground, her wrists pulling against the belt. Wrapping my hand over the belt, I use it as an anchor to pull out, then drive into her deeper.
My mouth drops open as I sink deep until my balls sit flush against her from behind. I begin to lose myself from her tight grip around me, feeling light-headed and a fucking mess of emotions I’m not prepared to wrap my head around.
I fuck her face into the dirt as intended. I fuck her out in these woods, in the daylight, like a goddamn animal. I fuck her until she brings out the worst in me, the vile, disturbing humiliation, and disrespect I feel the need to use to break the last part of good living within her pure little heart.
I want her to cry. I want her to feel everything all at once and drown in the flood of emotions. I want it to overwhelm her until she breaks. I want to choke out the life she knew and breathe an entirely new life into her. I want to save her soul by obliterating it completely.
“Oh…I’m gonna—”
I pull out quickly, not giving her the satisfaction of finishing just yet. I’m not done getting her dirty.
Spreading her open with both hands, I spit down on her tight little asshole again, rubbing it up along the soft white flesh of her glorious curves, before pressing my thumb against the opening.
“No, please…” She tenses up.
I know she’s scared to try. Scared to do the dirty things they don’t talk about. But Briony does best if I push her into experiences I know deep down she’s wanting to try, pleasures she doesn’t even understand yet. I slide the crown of my cock back into her, letting her choke the tip before pushing the shaft deeper. Pressing my thumb more firmly against her opening, she pulls her wrists against the belt, murmuring useless nonsense into the ground.
“Shut the fuck up, and focus on my cock,” I groan, as she spasms around me, her muscles clenching and unclenching.
She breathes through her lips, nervousness written all over her panicked, dirt-covered face. She finally sighs, giving a single nod, calming herself.
“There you go. Relax for me,” I breathe. “Good girl.”
Her throat hums softly at the praise I give her.
“I want you to come around me as I finger fuck your ass.”
Tightening around me again, I almost lose it. She gets off on the dirty words I use to talk down to her; gets pleasure from my filthy mouth alone.
I slowly sink my digit deep into her tight hole, needing to face the sky and take a breath to control myself. She moans wildly, a deep throaty kind of moan that insinuates the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure.
“Let go of your mind,” I growl, trying to hold it together, feeling her slowly loosen up and relax. “Find your heaven right here with me.”
Picking up the pace again, I hold my thumb deep to the knuckle while the sounds of wet, sloppy sex echo off the trees around us as I fuck her wildly.
“God, yes,” she moans, and I lean over her back, using my palm to push her face down into the ground. She squints her eyes as the dust and sand gets in her mouth. “I’m here. It’s here.”
“Hurry,” I rush. “Come baby, I’m fucking losing it.”
She finally locks up, shuddering around me as her walls clamp and release, pulsating in beautiful perfection. Her ass grips my thumb, pulling it deeper as she convulses beneath me, releasing feral-sounding cries, slicing like a sharp blade through the silence of the forest.
I explode in her, releasing myself before pulling out and spurting the rest of my cum in hot waves all over her puckered ass. Our frenzied breaths echo one another’s as the blissful sensation travels throughout my loose limbs. Catching my breath, I stare down at her, face down, with her thighs trembling in the aftermath of the orgasm that ripped through her entire core. My cum leaks down her swollen labia, a string dripping down to the dirt. Taking the remnants of my release, I slowly push it into her ass, enjoying the sensation of the tight sphincter around my finger before leaning over her again.
“You own me, Briony. Just as I’ll own every part of you.”
She moans lightly, her eyelids drooping, and I know it’s rest she needs more than anything.
Undoing her wrists, her arms fall flat to the ground beside her. She’s entirely spent. I’ve drained my poor doll emotionally, mentally, and physically to the point of exhaustion. After adjusting myself back in my pants, I bend down and scoop her up into my arms.
Her dirty little face falls against my chest, a stick stuck in her hair. She is giving me a raw vulnerability that I find myself craving. I’d always hoped she’d be the one I needed, that her strength, resilience, and intelligence would outweigh the toxic men attempting to warp her innocent mind. But what she’s giving me back is unlike anything I’d expected. I exist only for her now. I’ll fucking kill Briony if she ever tries to leave me, then end my miserable fucking life right alongside her. It’s as easy as that.
I walk her up to my cabin as her soft little hand brushes against the skin of my neck.
“Show me,” she whispers, her angelic blue eyes fluttering open to focus on mine. Her fingers touch the black paint on my face, smearing it down from my jaw to my neck. “I’m ready.”
The words, so simple, yet their meaning, so complex.
There’s no going back from this. Once Briony sees me, she either accepts the truth and embraces our destiny of destruction together, or I’ll be forced to complete the job I’d never intended to finish.
