Rouge's Bizarre Adventure: Part 3

Nothing. Not a whimper. That's not good enough.

This little bitch, does she know how many people would kill to be in the position she is now? And she has nothing to say? Her eyes are still in shock. You wanted this, now acknowledge me. You can't handle it. You don't deserve her. Fucking acknowledge me!

I grab the back of her hair and yank it back to force her gaze up to meet mine. She'd changed into pink pyjamas while I was in the bathroom. Her baby blues reflecting the light of the TV behind me. At this moment... I hesitate. She just looks... Innocent. Scared. And that's my mistake.

Her smile flashes for just a second as my grip loosens for just a moment. The next thing I know, she's pulled me into a kiss. I... Wow. I didn't expect this, and yet... It's weird. I don't mind. Her lips are so soft, she tastes like alcohol and strawberries. My brain is screaming at me to stop. There's so many reasons to stop. She's a girl. She's a cunt. She's stealing Trish. But... I don't want to stop. I feel... Peaceful. Like the eye of a hurricane. In all the chaos, at least this feels good.

We eventually pull apart and seconds of silence turns to minute as we meet each others stares. "You're gonna regret that." I growl.

"I hope so." She answers.

This little bitch.

She makes me so fucking mad.

I'm gonna fuck the shit out of her.

My body moves on its own, my teeth sink into her pristine neck, forcing a gasp from her mouth. I grab her top and rip it open, either that thing was old and ratty or I'm so turned on I have super strength. I don't care. My hands explore her chest, looks like she took off her bra when she changed, as I grasp her tits. They might actually be bigger than Trish's... As if she wasn't oh so perfect enough already.

I don't feel her unclasp my bra, but it falls onto her. I didn't tell her to do that. She must be punished. I toss the discarded clothing to the floor and then grab her wrists, placing them firmly against the sofa cushion above her head, while I lean in for another kiss. I'm in control here, bitch. This isn't mutual. I'm fucking you. And you're gonna beg me to never stop.

I place my fingers against the centre of her chest and drag my nails down, pulling a deep moan from Skye, muffled by my own lips. I keep my hand moving down, until I reach the hem of her bottoms. Her eyes open, there it is again, there's the fear. I won't fall for that again. I push under her clothing, under her knickers, until I reach her drenched twat.

"Beg me." I order. "Beg me to fuck you."

Skye seems to shiver at the prospect... But it doesn't stop her.

"Please..." She begins. Not enough, keep going. "Please fuck me." Keep trying, you'll get there. "Please fuck my pussy, please, I beg you, please." Almost. Almost. "I just want you to fuck me, please, fuck me."

"You're such a little whore. What happened to 'true love?' Now you just want to be fucked?" I mock her, massaging the patch of hair above her pussy. Her words seem desperate, pleading, frightened... But her tone is different, her subtle smile is different. She's enjoying this.

"I am!" She agrees. "I'm such a fucking whore. I'm a slut, I just want you to fuck me. Please. I'll do anything for you. Please. Please." She continues breathlessly. Good. Time for the payoff.

I lean my lips closer, back to her ear, to deliver my reply.

"No."

I stand up and walk towards my dress. The movement reminds me how wet I am myself, not to worry, it's all according to plan.

"Wait, please." Skye gasps, rushing to stop me. I turn around, she seems genuinely shocked that I stopped. Like I'd actually stop when I'm this horny. Virgins, they're so easy to play with. I place my hand gently on her bare shoulder, then press down to signal her to fall to her knees.

"Convince me" I demand, looking down at her hungry face. Only makes sense she should eat first. She pulls my kickers down with minimal effort, gazing at my pussy in front of her. Come on, cunt. make this worth my time.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Her tongue hits my soaked lips, and it feels like a fire spreading through my body. I feel powerful. All that bluster, all that confidence, and in minutes she's on her knees licking my cunt. Am I evil? Maybe. But right now. Evil feels really fucking good. She's definitely not confident in what she's doing, I suppose it's still new to her, but this sense of invincibility I feel right now is enhancing every sensation. Eventually she adds my clit to the mix, rubbing it while her tongue works on penetrating me. Soon after, I can't hold back an orgasm, not like the ones I have with Trish, it's like a sense of overwhelming dominance, like the kind I have with men...

Wait, I thought I came like that because it was a girl? Maybe Skye's not as good? No, that doesn't make sense, she's as experienced as Trish was the first time. So why does this feel different? Fuck this, I don't have time to psychoanalyse myself.

I place the palm of my hand against Skye's forehead and push back, leading her to lay back on the floor. I then grab the hem of her pyjama bottoms, pulling them and her underwear off in one forceful swoop. I get a look at her naked body for the first time. There's a large patch of hair above her pussy, looks like she wasn't planning on anyone seeing it, natural blonde, huh? I trace my fingers along her outer labia, she looks like she'd come from a harsh look right now. But a look isn't what I've got planned. This bitch asked to be fucked, she's gonna be fucked.

I'm not gentle, I don't care if it hurts. I push two fingers deep inside her, her moans are so loud I'm genuinely concerned it might wake Rob, but then, if I heard my sister moaning in the living room, would I go and check? No chance. I go straight to a beckoning motion, aiming to inflict maximum pleasure. I could build her up, tease her, bring her gently to orgasm... I just don't want to. I'm not easing her into sex, I want to push her over the fucking edge. Oddly, she seems to appreciate my roughness, her body wriggles and writhes on the floor, and I can feel her pussy pulsate with her first orgasm. Oh. Easier than I thought. She doesn't get to just stop there though.

I keep up my assault inside her, and lean down, beginning to lick her clitoris as well, apparently she's sensitive. Within minutes she's enduring a second orgasm. Then a third. I don't know how long I've been doing this, but I'm not stopping. I'm not leaving any of her unspoilt. With my free hand I reach forward and press two fingers straight into her arsehole. The intrusion seems to shock her, but she doesn't argue. She can't argue. She knows she has no say. I own her right now. A fourth. A fifth. A sixth? Hard to say. My arm hurts, my jaw hurts, my back hurts. Has it been an hour? Two? I genuinely don't know. A seventh, or was that eighth? It's time to stop.

I stand up and look down at Skye... She looks exhausted, mentally and physically. Honestly, I feel it too. I don't bother with words, I just begin dressing myself, my underwear's dry at this point, it really must've been a while.

"This never happened." I declare. "I spent the night with Rob. We never spoke. We never saw each other." I order. Skye's face is blank, like she's woken up from a dream. "You don't tell anyone, got it!?" I bark, getting her attention. She nods slowly, still silent. I collect my bag and make my way to the door.

"What about Trish?" I hear from behind me. Oh, if I weren't so tired it'd be murder time. Guess I'd better be efficient.

I turn back to look at Skye's scared face. "What about Trish? We all know she's not gonna settle down, and definitely not with you. So neither of us are gonna tell her anything, and most likely we'll both be fucking her. Separately. So, you carry on playing your little games, knowing the pleasure I'm giving her is more than anything you could ever hope for." I snarl. "Bitch." I add, making my exit.

It's light out... I'm just gonna walk home.