The Murdered World 36

Frank froze. He had a sixth sense for danger, an uncanny awareness to the many factors in his immediate environment that could’ve been an enemy meaning him harm. He didn’t exactly sense that now, but he knew he wasn’t alone with Christina.

Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly have a free hand to deal with being watched. The moment his cock stilled in her passage, Christina cried out in feverish desperation.

“NO! NOT NOW! DON’T STOP! PLEASE, KEEP GOING! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!” Christina pounded the floor with her fists, rubbing her full white breasts against the tile as though to stimulate herself to one more orgasm. “MAKE ME COME, PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO! I’M ALMOST THERE! I’M SO CLOSE! I LOVE IT SO MUCH, YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU CAN’T STOP NOW, NOT WHEN IT’S SO GOOD!”

He’d already stopped a handful of times, when she’d begged for mercy, until it became clear that her pleas were just part of the game for her. After finding out her safe word, he was determined to ignore anything that came out of her lips besides that. He should’ve trusted the feel of her cunt in the first place. It roiled with climax after climax, telling him that Christina was doing nothing but enjoying his strenuous efforts.

But the fact that she found a pause so torturous gave Frank an idea. He decided to ignore the potential watcher. It could only be Emma, after all, and if she thought that her sister was still an inviolate virgin, then they clearly weren’t close enough for Emma to care in the first place.

Frank latched his hands to Christina’s waist, locking her in place, not letting her move enough to impale herself on his fat cock. She could only feel it sheathed inside, throbbing with Frank’s own passionate lust.

“You wanna come?” Frank asked, a macabre smile on his stony face. “I’ve fucked you enough for ten climaxes. You wanna get off some more, do it yourself.”

“No! No!” Christina sobbed, her face even more flushed than it had been as he’d rutted her. “You can’t do this to me, Frank, you have to fuck me, fuck me now—!”

Frank’s hand hissed through the air and came down on her perfect peach of an ass with a loud crack, one that didn’t seem to stop echoing ominously through the room in the sudden silence left by the silencing of Christina’s pleas.

“I told you,” Frank laughed. “Come. You come for me right now or I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

Christina’s lip quivered. She was helpless. He could do whatever he wanted to her; she couldn’t stop him. The thought should’ve horrified her. Just like she should’ve been stricken by the thought of taking all his enormous cock down her throat, or being covered in his cum, or being on her hands and knees in the first place, fucked like a bitch in heat.

None of those things had scared her yet. It wasn’t that she trusted Frank not to hurt her. It was that she was too aroused by him to care about the pain.

She thought of her safe word.

She didn’t say it.