The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(70)

I must be dreaming. This girl is unreal.

For a moment, he paused, considering. Then, making up his mind, he slapped the leather up between her legs. It landed with a satisfying thwack against her most sensitive spot.

The reaction was immediate. Ella went up onto her tiptoes with a strangled half sob, half moan.

He gave a dark chuckle. “I see you felt that one.”

“Oh yes, Sir,” she whispered, slipping back into position immediately.

Well, fuck.

His cock was so hard it was straining against his zipper and with every second that passed, Zainon had to fight harder to maintain self-control. To bite back the animal side of him which wanted to grab her and make her scream. To make her his.

Reaching between her legs, he was unsurprised to find her wet. At first he stroked her gently, like a lover would, exploring her puffy folds… until he found her clit.

Ella arched up and gave a low moan, which turned into a shriek as he trapped that ultra-sensitive nub of flesh between his fingernails and pinched. Hard.

She was dripping into his palm and he smiled to himself. Not only was this girl stunning to look at, she was obviously a real pain slut as well. And they were hard to come by. In his experience, girls pretended to like anything he wanted them to, just to be near him. And while Ella was most definitely a fan—otherwise she wouldn’t have been at the concert—she was also most definitely enjoying the pain he was inflicting on her.

He decided to ramp it up a notch. Let’s see how genuine she is…

“You want more?” he growled.

Another sob. “Yes, Sir.”

“Ask me for it.”

“Please give me more, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He brought the belt up between her thighs again, gratified both at the wet slapping noise it made and the way she squealed.

“Again?”

“If you like, Sir,” came the quiet response.

The third stroke against her most sensitive place was the hardest yet, and Zainon relished the thrill he felt at the way Ella quivered and hissed when the leather landed.

“Such a good girl,” he breathed, sliding his hand over her moist sex, caressing the sting from the tormented flesh. “You’re so fucking wet. You like this, don’t you? You like it when I hurt you.”

There was a pause. Then, “Yes, Sir.”

“I can tell. You’re absolutely soaked. How about this? Do you like this?” He let his finger circle her clit, which was already rigid.

She let out a raw groan. “Oh, yes…”

“You want me to make you come, Ella doll?”

Her only response was a whimper as he began to stroke her faster, with more urgency.

“I asked you a question!” He slapped her pussy, hard, and Ella gave a little mewl of surprise.

“Sorry, Sir! I… I mean, yes, please.”

“That’s better.” As he once more found her straining nub, Zainon forced himself to carefully consider the situation he was in. While this delectable blonde quivered and strained under his masterful, teasing fingertip, he thought about how effortlessly she was feeding his inner beast and how desperate he was to give in to that and see how far he could take it.

Something about her was different. Not just her meek acquiescence, or the way she actually genuinely enjoyed the pain—it was something else, as well. She didn’t seem the type to have many friends to gossip to. In fact, his gut instinct told him she didn’t have any friends at all. Are you all alone in this world, Ella doll? Why do I get the feeling that you are? And what’s more, why do I care so much?

She was getting close, her thighs were trembling and her body was growing ever more tense. Behind her, knowing that she couldn’t see it, Zainon grinned wolfishly.

“Not yet,” he said curtly, removing his hand only to deliver a few stinging spanks to refresh the sting in her buttocks. Surely that will get her to protest?

But Ella remained still, the only sign of her disappointment or frustration was a little sigh.

Zainon reached down and grabbed her soft, blonde hair, wrapping it around his fist and yanking her up until she was standing with her back to him. She was so close he could feel the heat from her skin and he inhaled her scent; soap and cheap perfume with the underlying, musky odor of her arousal.

His cock pulsed as he pictured himself taking her to a fancy department store and picking out the right perfume for her. One she would only wear for him. An expensive one. A scent which suited her—which reflected both her angelic behavior and the way she spread her legs for him like a good little slut. He’d buy it for her and she’d kiss and thank him… and then he’d take her home and make her bleed and scream his name.

Where the hell did that little fantasy come from? Unwilling to dwell on it, he bent his head, slipped her ringlets aside, and sank his teeth into the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Hard.

Ella groaned and arched up against him, the crest of her bare ass grinding tantalizingly against the crotch of his jeans, her little hands reaching back to touch his thighs.

“Did I say you could touch me?” he growled, pushing her hands away and taking a step back so he could undo the laces on her corset, swearing as he fumbled with the knot.

“Sorry. Um, Sir?” she said hesitantly.

“Yes?” The spot where his teeth had sunk into her pale skin was turning a deep, livid red. His dick was chafing now—he needed to get her naked, and fast.