Free The Nightlife: Paris (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke

wanted before he said it. 
Somehow I was connected to his mind, tethered to his will.
    “On your hands and knees, like a dog.”
    I moved immediately.  My broken fingers screamed in agony
from the weight of my own body on my hands.  He moved behind me and slowly
removed his clothes, taking care to arrange them neatly on the other side of
the room.
    Sliding in from behind, he took me hard and fast.  I wanted
nothing more than to crawl away and hide from the monstrous implement of
torture protruding from between his legs, but his will locked me in place.  When
I screamed from the burning agony of his thrusts, he pushed harder.  My pain
spurred him on.
    He impaled me repeatedly, resting for a few moments here and
there, his hands roaming my body in a mockery of affection.  He wanted to humiliate
and degrade me.
    He growled as he stuck me.  “You are my property.  You will
submit to me or pay the price of pain.”  He smashed me in the back of my head.  Lights out .
    I awoke to Julian’s gloating smile.  Sensing his intent to
hurt me, I begged.  “I will never hurt you again, I promise.  Give me a chance
to prove it!” 
    Though my head pounded and it hurt to move, I kneeled before
him in supplication.  I knew what he wanted.  His monstrous cock in my mouth.  He
wanted me to service him with every part of my body.   Better than the
alternative .  He had hurt me so badly I probably couldn’t walk.
    “I will do it!  You don’t have to hit me!”
    My broken, bloodied fingers struggled to undo his pants.  I
swallowed him whole, choking at his length and size.  He did not need to
command me, I did it voluntarily.  He grabbed my hair, pulled me in tight, and
buried himself in my throat.  All that meat in my mouth invoked a strange
hunger.  I could taste it there just beneath the surface of his skin, a lovely
beating pulse.  My mouth filled with teeth, long sharp teeth aching to be
buried in his flesh.  I wanted it sooo badly.  I bit down hard and the
most wonderful rich flavor of syrupy sweet goodness rewarded me.
    He screamed and jerked in my mouth as I slurped down all
that richness.  I seated my new, sharp, elongated teeth into his tender, juicy
flesh as he tried to escape.  I would gladly suck his cock all night, slurping
down his wonderful red meat.  Délicieux,
merveilleux, magnifique!
    I worried at him like a dog, his nectar flooding my mouth.  I
thought nothing could make me release my lockjaw grip.
    I was wrong.
    Julian finally gained his wits enough to order me to stop.  His
words held dominion over my body.  He collapsed to his knees, bleeding all over
the floor.  I sat frozen in place by his command, watching him, hungry, licking
every last drop of his savory syrup off my lips.  I moaned with need, vibrating
with an intense desire to tear through his groin for more of that wonderful
juicy red meat.
    He mewled in pain, cursing me.  “ Meurs, pute!”
    His hands shook as he inspected his injuries – blood
everywhere.  Oh how I wanted more, but I couldn’t move.  I couldn’t clean up
the spilled blood.  I watched his blood soak into the concrete and mourned the
waste.
    He looked at me, eyes squinted up in agony.  The cold blade
of his resolve cut through my mind and I knew primal terror.  He planned
something awful.  “I will teach you the way of pain!  You will beg me for
death!”
    With this promise he snatched my head in his powerful hands
and slammed me face-down on the cement floor.
     
    * * * *
     
    I awoke to the tingling burn of encroaching numbness in my
hands and feet.  Naked, I was bound, stretched taut, ropes cutting painfully
into my wrists and ankles.  The cool, rough wooden table under my backside had
me shivering.  I tested my bonds, pulling harder and harder.  The ropes groaned
as I growled and thrashed.  I started to loosen my right hand.  A moment more and
I would break free.  But then he opened the door to the basement.
    Julian whistled a tune