"I want an orgasm." My cheeks feel like they're on fire as I utter the words. "Please, Dexter! I wanna come, please..."
"Fucking come on my cock then." He pins me down with his palm over my mouth. His lips are so close yet so out of reach, and my eyes water as I roll them back, giving in to the pleasure that's hitting me harder and harder. "That's right, you little slut... Keep fucking giving me what's mine. What no one else is ever going to have again."
He drives into me relentlessly, finally moving his palm and making me catch my breath in desperate gulps. "You crazy fucking bastard... What's wrong with you-"
"Shut up." He grabs me by the throat again. This time, his eyes flash with hatred as he glares down at me, mercilessly driving into my folds again and again. "Keep taking it. Keep fucking coming. Who told you to stop, little toy? I want more. I want all of your orgasms. From now on, they belong to me. Don't they, Pandora?"
"Yes," I hiss, forgetting myself and digging my manicured fingernails into his back. Dex curses out loud but doesn't tell me to stop. I ease my grip and stare into his eyes as he continues bending me to his will. "They're all yours. I don't come without you, Sir-fuck, please! Please more! Don't stop!"
"Oh, I'm never going to stop." His mouth captures mine in a violent kiss, bruising my lips further. His kisses reveal just how much he cares about me. "So you'd better keep on taking it."
I'm not a person to Dexter Booth. I'm his favorite toy, and every time someone else wants to play with me, jealousy encaptures him in its green mist and makes him do crazy things. Wild things. Dangerous things.
Another orgasm rips through my body before I can stop it, and I can see the look of rage in Dex's eyes as I give in to its waves of pleasure. When I'm right there, he slaps my cheek, hard enough to sober me up but not so hard it hurts.
"Look at me," he demands. "Look into my eyes when I make you come."
"I c-can't," I whine, but his expression speaks volumes, and I realize I'm too scared not to obey him. "Dex, please, p-please d-don't..."
"Look at me," he roars, and my eyes become glued to his. I force them to stay open as I feel myself coming. Something embarrassing happens then and I cry out as I feel his cock sliding in with more ease.
Dex senses it too, and he pulls out, forcing me to look down between my legs. "Look what you did, my toy... You creamed my cock like a good little slut. Fuck, Pandora. Fuck."
His body vibrates as he pins me down again, but this time, I've gotten what I wanted, and I'm dead set on taking from him what he's taken from me.
"Get on the chair," I demand.
"What?" His brows knit together in confusion.
"On the chair. Go."
He smirks, but picks himself off me anyway, sitting on the ottoman so his bare back isn't pressed against a chair. I straddle him, nervously reaching for his cock and guiding his precum soaked tip to my entrance.
"What's your favorite place to come, Dex?" I ask innocently, making him turn his rage-filled gaze to me. "I think it's in my mouth..."
He leans back on his palms carelessly, making me do all the work and pretending this isn't having an effect on him. But I notice the subtle changes in his attitude instantly - the tension in his shoulders, the way his stormy eyes fight a battle with mine.
"Or maybe it's in my pussy," I ponder out loud. "You just love to claim things that aren't yours, don't you?"
"It is fucking mine," he hisses, making me smirk. "And you know it is. That's why I mark it with my seed."
"Maybe. But you're not the only one who's done it."
"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"
"Easton," I say innocently. "Lai. Julian. Caspian."
"Don't say their names," he hisses. "I don't want their fucking names on your lips."
"They fucked me, Dex," I say, allowing his cock to slide inside me fully.
Dex groans out loud.
"No condom. No nothing. Just their cum. In me." I smile, delirious from the memories and the sensation of having Dexter inside me again. "Maybe one of them even knocked me up..."
Chapter Nine
Dexter
Pandora's pissed me off before, but this is icing on the goddamn cake.
I grab her ass with one hand on each cheek.
"I'm going to punish you for that," I tell her matter-of-factly. "Remember every single fucking word that just dropped from your lips, Pandora, because I'm going to make you regret them all."
She moans beneath me and I feel my cock pulsing inside her tight wetness, eager to drive deeper, eager to have more. In moments, she goes from the confident seductress that teased me relentlessly, to a helpless little girl begging for more. I smirk when the pleases start dripping from her lips like honey. She begs for more, but I don't let her have it. Instead, I drive my cock inside her with excruciating slowness, making sure each second I'm buried inside her is unbearable for her.
"You like it, don't you?" I growl against her ear. "You love getting hurt... You love it the most when it's me doing it. Just admit it already, toy... You fucking love this..."
She dissolves into a mess of moans and whispers, and I continue my reckless assault on her helpless body. I pay no mind to her whispers and instead focus on fucking her as hard as I can, without pushing too deep, so she never gets the pleasure she's so desperate for. Pandora is moaning and whispering my name, and I wouldn't want it any other way. As long as she remembers who she fucking belongs to, we're good. And the moment she forgets, I'm putting my dick back between her spread legs, where it belongs.
"You want to keep talking?" I snarl at her as I pump into her cunt. "You want to keep telling me all the ways you tried to hurt me, toy? You want me to keep fucking... punishing you for every little thing you've done wrong?"
"Yes." She's so desperate, she'd say anything at this point, and I bury my fingers in her hair, forcing her to look at me.
"Yes fucking what, toy?"
"Yes, Sir." She whimpers as I keep fucking her, holding her down by her throat. "Please, Sir! Please don't stop, let me come, please, let me come..."
"And why should I let you?" I roar. "You've done nothing to deserve it... Ungrateful little thing."
"I'll keep working," she mewls. "I'll keep working to please you, Dex, please... Just let me... Just once."
"Just once?" I test out her name on my lips. "Pandora... If I give you one, that's fucking it, do you understand me?"
"Yes, yes..." The words rush from her lips. She's delirious with need, going crazy with her desperate desire for pleasure. "I'll do anything, Dex, please... just one. Let me have one."
"Fine," I grunt, finally pushing deeper inside her and making her eyes roll back with pure ecstasy. "You like it like this, don't you, toy? You love getting hurt so much, you'd come from it the second I gave you permission..."
"Yesssssss," she hisses. "Please, Dexter! Now, come with me, please, come with me!"
"You wish." I keep my cock all the way inside her. Her gasps and moans are too good for me to pull out now, and I groan, feeling my cock leak precum inside her. "You don't get my cum. Not anymore, Pandora. You fucked your privileges to do that away when you slept with my friends."
"Please!" She's so desperate it's almost funny, and I take the utmost pleasure in telling her no, over and over again. "Please, Dex, I need it, I want it, I deserve it-"
"Deserve it?" I see red mist descending as I continue punishing her cunt with my cock. "You don't deserve anything, Pandora, you little fucking slut... You deserve nothing. You're lucky I'm letting you have this... letting you come on my cock."
"Can I?" Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure as she grabs on to me, eyes delirious. "Please, Sir! Let your toy come, please..."
"Fucking come," I order her. "Right now, toy, soak my dick."
It doesn't take much to make Pandora Oakes fall apart, but the sight of it is so spectacular, I know I'll have to do it to her again.
She whispers my name before screaming her heart out, her body shaking beneath mine. I'm
so close to coming myself I can almost taste it, my cock eager for me to let go, give it the control it craves and paint her tight little cunt with the seed I've been saving just for her. But I deny myself the pleasure because my toy doesn't deserve it. She's a piece of cheating ass that just wants to hurt me, and I'll never forgive her.
Yet I can't help but enjoy her body twisting in pure pleasure, desperate for so much more than I'm ready to give her. She comes like she was made to do this, and only this. Her body convulses in the throes of pleasure and I hold her down so I can examine her in her most private moments. She looks so good like this. So fucking good it makes my mouth water.
I want to devour her.
I want to destroy her.
And I want to own her.
I had her in the palm of my fist before, but she escaped me. Now, I'll do everything in my power to get sweet little Pandora back under my control. After all, that's where she belongs.
Once the orgasm lets go of her body, Pandora turns her pleading eyes to mine.
"More, Dexter, please..."
"I said one," I grind out. I know I should pull out. I know I should send her back home, empty and needing so much more than I'll ever give her. But I don't want her to leave. The part of me I hate most - the normal part - craves for her to stay. To hold her in my arms and allow her to calm down after I used her so intensely. "You can't have any more."
"But I want your cum," she pleads. "I need it, Dex... I deserve it."
"You think so?" I roar, punishing her by driving myself deeper than is comfortable in her pussy. She whimpers in pain and pleasure combined. "You think you fucking deserve it? You're a bad toy, Pandora. A fucking broken one. I don't want you anymore."
"Liar!" she hisses, grabbing my neck and digging her talons into my skin. "Don't lie to me, Sir... I'm the only one you can be honest with."
It hurts because she's right.
It hurts more because I'll never let myself do it.
But the desire to burst inside her is there, reminding me just how much I need to fill her.
"I'm not letting you have it."
"Dex, don't punish me," she begs pathetically. "Don't punish me anymore... It's enough, please, I want it to be enough. Let me come with you."
"No. Fucking. Way."
"Then fucking give me your orgasm." The girl is relentless. I kind of like her dedication. It makes me harder than any other girl has before her. She's begging like a pro already. "Let me have it, Dex..."
"I'm not wearing a condom," I mutter.
"I don't care."
"You didn't care with them, either?" I hiss, punishing her with my cock. "It didn't matter then, did it, Pandora? You'd do anything to hurt me. Anything to get revenge. You're forgetting I'm the one who's got your back, though. You're taking this shit out on the wrong fucking person, toy."
"I'll stop," she whispers sheepishly, the words dripping with need. "I'll stop, Dex, I swear... Just let me have it..."
It's getting harder and harder to keep myself from coming, and it's as if Pandora knows. She's using it to her advantage, too, pushing me more and more until I'm so desperate for that release I don't give a shit about anything else.
"Come," she pleads with me. "Come in me... Come in my pussy, Sir... I only want you, please."
"Swear you won't fuck anyone else," I grunt.
"W-What?"
"Nobody else!" I slam a fist down next to her head. "No one. Ever again. Just me."
"I... I..."
"Swear it, or I stop right now."
She bites her lower lips, eyes meeting mine. "I swear, Dexter..."
I allow myself to have it then, the release I've been craving for so long. I paint her pussy with rope after rope of cum, holding her down and ignoring her moans and pleas to let her come again. She's gotten more than she deserved. But even though she may think she's got me wrapped around her little finger now, we both know who really holds the strings.
I finish inside her, then pull my cock out and allow it to drop all over my toy's filled up pussy.
"You were a good girl today," I mutter. "But that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."
I get up from the floor and pull my sweatpants back on. My dick is still semi-hard, but I need to stop letting Pandora dictate what's happening between us. She's had her way, now it's time for her to leave.
"Do you want me to leave?" She looks hurt as she puts her dress on, standing before me with her back to me as she motions for me to do her zipper. I pull the zip up, not allowing myself to touch her skin, and she faces me again, her face falling when I won't meet her eyes. "Dex, why won't you look at me?"
"You got what you wanted, didn't you?" My voice is cold and unforgiving. Whatever sweetness we just shared is gone, replaced by her betrayal which I still haven't forgotten. "Don't pretend like you came here for anything other than to get fucked."
"But Dex, I-"
"I don't care." I shut her up with my finger pressed against her lips. "And it doesn't matter. It's time for you to go now, Pandora. I have shit to take care of."
Her stormy eyes betray her, letting me know just how badly she wants to stay. But I pay it no mind, ignoring her as I stride toward the front door. My toy follows sheepishly in my footsteps, and pauses on the doorstep.
"You're really going to make me leave right now?"
She's pouting, and it's kind of cute. I smirk and tuck a strand of chocolate brown hair behind her ear.
"You got what you wanted," I repeat. "And I'll see you soon, anyway. Now go home before your father blows a coronary when he finds you left."
"About that..." She chews on her bottom lip. "I meant to tell you before."
I knit my brows together in worry. Something tells me I won't like what's coming. "Tell me what?"
"My father, he..." She swallows, and her eyes aren't meeting mine. "He attacked Minnie..."
"He did what?"
"I... I think he broke her arm," she stutters. "But I got in soon after that because I heard screaming, and Brazen-"
"Fuck, Pandora!" My fist slams into the door. I've bruised and bloodied my knuckles but I don't give a shit. "And you're still living in that house with him? Where the fuck was Belle when this happened?"
She shrugs helplessly. "I don't think she cares."
"He's going to kill that girl," I say matter-of-factly.
"I know," she whispers. "I'm trying to stop him, but I think everyone's too scared. But I have a plan to help Minnie."
"Help her?" I laugh bitterly. "Like you helped her today? He broke her arm, Pandora. And you came running here, neglecting to tell me about that and riding my dick for hours before you brought it up. You're as bad as he is."
She pales visibly, then a look of pure rage crosses her face and she jams a finger into my chest. "Take that back, Dexter."
"No, I mean it." I force her hands away and whistle to Kelley who just pulled up in our driveway. "You're going home, Pandora. And don't come back for my pity, because you don't fucking deserve it."
"As if you didn't want to fuck me," she snarls, staring me down with contempt. "I'll never come back here."
"Sure you won't," I smirk.
"You don't believe me?"
"Here's the thing... You know where I am," I tell her with a cool smile. "And I know what you are."
She narrows her eyes at me, muttering, "Why don't you just-"
"Save it." I kiss her lips, soft and sweet, leaving her wanting more as I pull away and she attempts to hide the desire plainly visible in her hungry eyes. "I'll be waiting for you, Pandora. We both know you're coming back."
With that, I close the front door, leaving her stranded on my doorstep.
***
Once I unlock the door to Lily Anna's room, I fully expect her to launch herself at me, demanding answers and coming for my blood. But she's sitting in the corner of the room instead, her back upright and a calm smile playing on her face. She rises when I enter, coming toward me with long, deliberate and confident steps.
She examines my face with interest. I'm glad I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, otherwise she'd be able to tell instantly what I spent my day doing. Even though I took a long shower, regretting every second I spent under the hot spray off the water, I still smell Pandora's scent on me. I can't get enough of it. I hated washing it off. I want to envelop myself in her like her scent is expensive cologne.
She doesn't ask me where I was, just comes up to me, wrinkling her nose. Then, her eyes meet mine, searching my gaze for answers. I force myself not to look away, staring right back at her and daring her to call me out on the truth. But Lily Anna doesn't. Instead, she offers a sugary sweet smile as she draws out, "That's alright."
I'm surprised by how lucid she seems. For the first time in months, I feel like I'm seeing a glimpse of the old Lily Anna, the girl I loved so years ago, before it all went to shit.
Something takes over me then, and I surprise myself by saying, "Do you want to come to the living room for a while?"
Her eyes light up at the opportunity. I'm risking everything by bringing her out of her room, but the desire to give her more is too strong to stop myself. Finally, she nods tentatively, and I unlock the door again, motioning for her to walk in front of me.
She takes painfully slow steps down the hallway, and I follow behind closely, making sure she's safe and not trying to get away from me. She behaves like a good girl and gives me no reason to worry, making my heart swell with guilt.
I shouldn't have done this to her.
Every day I keep her locked up is another notch on my death sentence.
No wonder Anders couldn't stay and help me take care of the girl. The whole situation is too messed up for words.
We walk into the living room. I've cleared away all the traces of my day with Pandora, but the fire is still burning in the hearth, and Lily Anna sits in front of the fireplace now, admiring the sparks flying and hitting the glass panel before the logs.
"So beautiful," she mutters. "I like it."
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