His'(Crazy Erotica)

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CHASE WAS LIVID. That was very obvious, considering the way he gripped Sophia’s arm tightly as he pulled her with him up the stairs.

“Chase -“Sophia cried, clawing onto his hands. “You’re hurting me, please. Let-,”

She flinched when Chase stopped and snapped at her. “Shut the fuck up!” His eyes were red, narrowed into slits and the anger in them scared Sophia. She had never seen him that angry. “Shut up your mouth and come with me!”

Chase continued dragging her with him until he got to his room. He flung her on the bed and locked the door, before turning to her. Her contact lenses were already off, her make up smudged with tears and her arm where he had held her already nurtured a deep, red bruise.

Sophia was tired. She was tired of being scared of him. She was tired of trying to escape and ended up being caught every time. It was time to finally face him and remind him of her rights. She had a right to her freedom.

“You’re wicked,” She seethed out. “You’re a wicked man! You are a devil! You are a rapist! A man who inappropriately touches an innocent girl without her consent! Let me go this instant! You need help! You should see a doctor else- ahh,”

Chase roughly gripped her hair and wrapped it round his fingers, tugging it harshly enough for her to feel pain on her scalp.

Sophia cried out. “Let me go, you murderer! You killed my Nana!”

Chase gritted his teeth and tugged on her hair harder. “You want me to let you go? Never!”

Chase yanked off her dress from her body, turning her so she could be on all fours. He roughly pulled off his belt and wrapped the head around his fingers before she could comprehend anything, the sound of the leather meeting her skin resounded through the room.

Chase growled. “Count,”

She was in pain. “I- I can’t- ahhh,” the leather belt hit her skin again.

“Can you remember how to count now?”

“O-one,”

Another sound of the belt hitting her skin.

“Two-,”

The belt met her skin again.

“Three-,”

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The saliva from her mouth was drenching the pillow along with her tears. “Forty nine,”

One last stinging pain from the belt.

“Fifty,”

Sophia expected to feel the leather against the skin on her back again, but she felt none. Instead, it was the sound of the belt thrown across the room she heard.

More tears spilt from her eyes, and she bit down on her lower lip to maybe numb the stinging pain on her skin. It didn’t work. Before she realized anything, Chase was pushing her panties aside and sliding his cock inside her.

Sophia jerked up. “Chase ple mhh -”

Her words turned into a whimper and a moan at the same time as he bucked his hips and thrusted out of her at a fast pace.

Chase gripped both of her hips and dug her head deeper into the pillow, not caring about the pain it would inflict on her neck. All he wanted was to have her pussy where he wanted it. Chase didn’t wait for her to match up his pace. She was inexperienced. She wouldn’t give him what he wanted. She wouldn’t be able to give him the sex he wanted from her like the other times she innocently did.

This sex was different. It was driven by anger. By pain. By need, desire and lust after seeing those bruises he inflicted on her back with his belt.

It was an angry fuck.

When Chase felt his orgasm rippling through him, his pace slowed down a bit, he gritted his teeth, hearing the erotic sound of his balls slapping her clit according to his rhythm.

With one last thrust, Chase let out an animalistic growl, pulled out of her and spilled his seeds on the bruises on her back.

He didn’t even let her cum.

A low, painful whimper left her lips and her whole body collapsed on the bed. She had lost count of how many times she whimpered. A small grunt left her lips when Chase gripped her hair again and jerked her head up, so she could stare at him.

Sophia sobbed. “You’re -”

“Wicked, I know,” He completed it for her. “But do you know what you are? You are a fucking betrayer! An ungrateful betrayer!” He snarled. “I should have killed you all those years when I killed your parents but I was so foolish then. I shouldn’t have thought with my dick and let you live. Even after then, you came back into my life. I should’ve killed you again but what did I do? I thought with my dick again and let you fucking live. I took care of you, Sophia, but in my own way. I showed you what pleasure was. I fed you. I made sure you remained healthy throughout your stay here. You lacked nothing. I made sure to let you continue your studies. When you were falling sick, I gave you treatment. I made sure your grandma got the best fucking best treatment out there. I gave you what no one on this earth would have given you, Sophia,” He never called her by her name to her face. It was a first. “Fuck, I went against my own principles for you. What did you do for me in return? You chose to betray me. You chose to show me your gratitude by running away. You even assumed that I murdered your grandma. What makes me angrier, Sophia, is the fact that I can’t even kill you no matter how hard I try, “His other hand went around her neck, pressing it, but not enough to choke her.” I so much want to kill you,” He stared into her frightened eyes. “I want to choke you to death. I want you to die. I so much want you to go through torture so you will pay for all you and your parents have done but I can’t. Do you know why? Because a stupid part of me cares the fuck for you, Sophia,”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.