‘I want to suck your tits,’ I tell her and immediately she pushes her full breasts forward. I grasp them both in my hands, squeezing them together so I can suck both her nipples at the same time.
‘Harder,’ she begs.
Now I know why Rita was being deliberately rough with her. Blondie gets off on pain. I bite her nipples until she cries out.
‘Want me to stop?’ I ask.
‘No,’ she moans. ‘Suck me until I am so swollen and raw even wearing my dress again will be painful.’
And that is exactly what I do. I suck them hard enough for her to be in constant pain while she fucks herself on me and brings herself to another orgasm.
‘Demi loves to have her ass spanked … hard,’ Rita tells me with that sly, almost evil smile of hers, her lips still glossy with my cum.
I look at Blondie/Demi. Her eyes are shining eagerly.
My mind flashes to Layla. This is turning to be a strange night. Fuck, the last thing I want to do is spank anyone else. Still…
‘Use your belt,’ Rita urges.
Blondie scrambles out of bed and brings the belt to me. ‘Let me have it,’ she begs. I take the belt from Blondie and she quickly goes and buries her face between Rita’s legs while her ass hovers tantalizingly in the air.
‘She’ll suck me while you punish her,’ she says excitedly.
I hold the belt in my fist and take the first swing. An angry red stripe blooms right across the middle of Blondie’s fair skin. She grunts, but carries on slurping Rita’s pussy. Rita nods in approval and wraps her legs around Blondie’s head.
Blondie wriggles her bum to indicate her approval of the situation. So I let her have some more. Her plump bottom and the backs of her thighs turn a brilliant scarlet and Rita groans with pleasure, but suddenly, I find myself starting to tire of their game. I want to bring it to a close.
‘Widen your legs,’ I order.
Blondie rushes to obey.
I swing the leather right on her clit. She screams and climaxes instantly. Totally spent, she falls to one side. She is already snoring gently when I grab Rita and shove my never-ending erection into her mouth. She sucks on it willingly and voraciously, but it is not enough. For some reason I feel angry. With her. With myself. With the entire world. I grab a fistful of her hair and holding her head still, fuck her mouth hard and fast, but it is still not enough.
I pull out of her and push her so she is flat on her back.
I order her to raise her hips and she obeys immediately. While pinching her nipple I shove a finger into her ass. As I finger fuck her ass I tell her to do the same to her pussy. She does two things. She squeezes my finger with her ass and plunges two fingers into her gaping hole again and again until she squirts all over her own hand. Drops of dew glisten on her coppery, heart-shaped pubic hair.
‘I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed your performance,’ she whispers, her eyes sultry, her forefinger delicately tracing the ink on my forearm. She looks at me with a wheedling expression. God, I detest women who pretend to be weak in order to control men.
I immediately start moving away from her.
‘Fuck Demi in the ass before you go,’ she says suddenly, her voice hard as pebbles.
I turn around and look at her. She is smiling, but her eyes are fathomless pits of shadows. For an extraordinary moment something shimmers between us, her cruelty, my coldness.
My cock stirs to life.
I turn my head to look at the sleeping girl. She is lying on her side with her knees curled. Poor thing can’t sleep on her front because her nipples are so raw they are twice their natural size. Can’t sleep on her back because her ass is so angry. Even her pussy has been so battered it juts out like a peeled plum from between her thighs. It actually looks as sore as hell.
I turn back to Rita and her eyes are an open door into the darkness in her soul. At that moment I see into her. And suddenly I pity her … and myself.
Is this it for us?
Is this all, we who save ourselves above everyone else, and thrive at the expense of others, will ever have?
Anonymous, meaningless fucks with other damaged creatures of the night. Where there is no guilt because it is too dark to see the willful damage we leave behind. At moments like this, does a little part of my soul crumble into dust, and fly away? The secret to the labyrinth is always at the beginning. Before you enter. Once you do it is too late. The thought makes me feel empty and depressed.
‘Breakfast is included,’ I say coldly, as I vault off the bed.
‘Is sausage on the menu?’ she calls.
I don’t answer her. Naked, I head for the shower. My hands are not clean. My greatest enemy is myself.
NINE
Layla
I walk into my local supermarket, pick up a basket, and head towards the milk section, where I grab a carton. I then quickly make for the yogurt shelves. I haven’t told anyone, not even Madison, my best friend, about the disgraceful thing I did in BJ’s bedroom two weeks ago, or the way he retaliated. It is a combination of confusion and shame. Specifically, my reaction to the punishment I received. Sometimes, at night when I am in bed, it pops into my mind and I quickly kick it away without examining it.