Chapter Eighty seven
Cyrus pulls me from the floor and sets me on the edge of the bed and takes his boxer out from his legs.
He strides toward me, naked, his cock hard and proud. Pushing my thighs apart and drops his head and sucks a rosy nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation—at the way my pussy throbs as he plays with my breasts. He lifts his head and lavishes all his attention on the other tight furl until I’m squirming with need.
I pant softly as he removes my robe and my bra and then my thong. Antonio’s eyes never leave mine as he takes everything and even when the need to shy away starts to overwhelm me, I don’t surrender to it. When he’s through, he slides a pointed tongue down my seam, grazing my clit. I cling to the bedcovers, taking handfuls of the soft fabric and gripping tight.
“You’re so wet. Did you enjoy sucking my cock? Did you like choking on my big dick?”
Cyrus stands and flips me onto my stomach. “On your hands and knees,” he commands. “I want that gorgeous ass in the air.” I tense remembering what happened to me the last time I had my ass in the air. He gives me a warning look and I do it before I can think too much about it, he spreads my legs, licking my pussy from back to front until the pleasure is coiled tight.
His tongue circles my most private place, licking the tiny rosebud. I squeeze my eyes shut and tense my sphincter as a wave of shame and fear swells, almost ruining my pleasure. I feel him caressing my ass and it’s like he is inspecting his work since I still have marks to show for it. Without warning, Cyrus sinks his teeth into my ass. It comes as a surprise, and I yelp loudly but this time the bite is playful not meant to break skin.
“You’re mine,” he chides. “No part of you is off-limits to me. Do not tighten your muscles to keep me out.” My emotions are all over the place. I’m aroused and I shouldn’t be, not after everything his put me through already, there must be something wrong with me.
“Shhh,” he whispers, as though he can hear the voices in my head. “Don’t think. Just feel.” He’s behind me, nudging my legs farther apart, and his fingers dipping into my wet flesh and swirling around my clit without ever touching it.
I’m out of my mind when I feel his cock at my entrance, and my walls relax to let him in. A long, low groan escapes from my chest as he fills me. He feels enormous as my body stretches to accommodate him. He gets all the way in stilling inside me while I get used to him. When he begins to move, the zings of pleasure are heavenly. I arch my back and buck into him. He grips my hips and slides, in and out, long and hard. I want more, It’s all I think about until he reaches around me and holds my throat in his large hand. My breath catches as his fingertips tighten.
Cyrus leans forward and sucks my ear into his mouth. “Are you afraid?” he asks, like he hopes I’ll say yes.
“No,” I gasp. Although I am very afraid, but I don’t want him to know that. “Are you going to hurt me?”
He pulls his cock all the way out, then fills me with a long, brutal thrust. “Definitely,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “But not tonight.”
His free hand skates over my back and around to my belly, moving lower and lower until his fingers are stroking my clit.
“You’ve been such a good girl I think you need a reward.” He moves his fingers in quick, clever ways, his cock unrelenting. “You’re going to come nice and hard all over my dick.”
Cyrus’s hand tightens around my throat, and I gasp for air as he pounds me with long, punishing strokes until my body tightens and bucks as the orgasm consumes me. His movements are jerky, desperate, and with a few agonizing thrusts, I feel the rumble of his release.
Cyrus presses a kiss to the back of my neck and pulls out of me. I collapse on the bed, shivering and sweating at the same time. Gosh, I am a mess.
He gets up and goes to the bathroom, I don’t wait for him to come back and kick me out or wait for him to come back dressed and leave me here. So I take my clothes and walk out of the room naked to bath in my own bathroom. I think he was in a good mood today because he didn’t leave me with any wounds to treat or drink my blood tonight. Maybe things are going to get better between us after all.
Two days later when he comes for me I don’t pretend to be asleep and I go into his bedroom willingly without talking back or give him any resistance. He gives me an orgasm before he fucks me on the bed with my head on the pillow and my ass in the air like the last two times, the difference this time is that he still bites my back and growls like an animal when e cums again, not once but twice. I go to bed crying again, nothing has improved between us and it probably won’t, I am just fooling myself.
And that’s how my life becomes with Cyrus coming to get me when he is home and horny, leaving me with injuries and a sore body. When Cyrus is done with me I always end up treating my injuries while I know he will make another one when I see him again. I hate seeing him in my room at night because I know what it means for me and I wish he wouldn’t be home every night.
I started taking notice of things since I got used to my routine. Ever since he found out about Cullen and started punishing me he has never kissed me anymore and he never looks me in the eye. He just looks me over, puts my face down and gets his release without making a single connection with me. I know what that means; he is using me for his own needs like a whore. I know and I can't do anything about it than just take it. Being threatened used abused and locked in this prison might just be the thing that eventually break me.
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