Free Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale by Meka James Page A

cock. I let her get her fill before giving her a gentle push back. She lay back on the rug, opening her legs, inviting me in. I pulled a condom out of my pocket, and rolled it on before I dropped down and crawled on top of her.
    “You’re mine now, my Pet.”
    Grabbing her hips, I pulled forward onto my awaiting erection in one swift move. The flickering flames from the fireplace danced across her skin as I started thrusting into her slowly. Arching her back, she let out a moan of ecstasy; her hands pushed down onto my ass, a request for me to pick up the pace, and it was one I happily obliged. Her breasts jiggled from the motion of me pushing into her harder and harder and she gave them a squeeze, moaning louder as she did.
    “Yes! More!” she screamed, lifting her hips in order to deepen the connection. 
    I continued my pace, watching as she moved beneath me. She was on the brink of climax, but I pulled out and flipped her over. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I gave it a hard yank as I roughly entered her from behind. She let out a small, surprise yelp but that didn’t stop me, instead I drove deeper and deeper into her moist body.
    I slapped my hand hard against her ass cheek and listened to her hiss in pain. The sound made me smile, but I loved even more the quickly forming red mark in the shape of my hand that was now etched in her skin. I pulled back harder on her hair as I pushed into her with more force.
    “Oh, god, yes!” she screamed.
    Even though I knew she had climaxed, my pace didn ’t slow. Leaning forward, I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers. She whimpered, torn between the pain and the pleasure. She was going to be fun to play with. That became apparent watching her reactions to the simple, little tricks that most women hated.
    My arousal got harder thinking about pushing her to her limits. She liked pain, but she wouldn ’t soon. She let out a loud moan as she reached a second orgasm. With a few final thrusts, I was finished with her.
    She rolled onto her back, panting heavily “I don ’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that.” She smiled, reaching out for me. 
    I rolled my eyes at her vile language, moving just out of reach. Getting up, I tossed the used condom into the fire then pulled on my pants.
    “Would you like a drink?” I asked, walking over to the bar.
    “Sure, what do you have?” she replied, propping herself up onto her elbows.
    “For you, something very special,” I replied with a wink. 
    I mixed her drink and took a seat on the couch as I handed it to her.
    “You haven’t asked me my name,” she said, before taking a sip of her drink.
    I relaxed back on the couch. “Why would I need to know your name?”
    She ran the cool glass seductively against her skin before taking another drink. She watched me over the rim of the glass as she finished it off before responding. 
    She crawled over the couch. “Because how else will you know what to call me?” she replied, letting her hands run up my thighs.
    Slowly, she slithered herself onto my lap, attempting to kiss me for a third time. This time I wasn’t so subtle with the rejection as I grabbed ahold of her face.
    “I would appreciate you not trying to put your filthy lips on mine again,” I said, shoving her off my lap onto the floor. The ice cubes and remaining liquid in her glass spilled onto her.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” she screamed, standing to wipe the mess off her body . I sat watching as she stormed over to where her discarded dress lay. She pulled it over her head before picking up her torn panties.
    “Great, just great. Do you know how much these cost me?”
    Getting up from the couch, I poured myself another drink while she stared at me angrily.
    “Well!” she said expectantly.
    “Well what?” I replied, taking a sip of my drink.
    “Home. Take me. Now!”
    I sipped on my drink watching as she shook her head a bit. When she realized I wasn ’t making a move