Bounty Hunter

** PROCEED WITH CAUTION **

Zinnia

“Fuck, Reed! You’re so big. Your cock is going to tear my ass apart,” I grumbled as I struggled to get on my knees, Reed’s big hands already on me.

He ignores my complaints and positioned his cock back at the entrance of my ass. I could see him from my peripheral, swiftly dipping his hand and coating it with more blood before lubing it was his dick.

“Reed, please gently. It hurts,” my voice shivered. He still didn’t acknowledge my request. Instead, he took both of my hands and folded them behind my back, his left hand holding both of them in place.

Then, with his right hand on my waist, he pushes his cock in my entrance. When I hiss, he pauses. For seconds, he doesn’t move, and he does nothing to alleviate the pain. He just needed me to get used to the size of his cock puncturing my asshole.

“Lower yourself on my cock, Zinnia,” he ordered. I could do that. Slower than a turtle, I ached my waist and gently shift my ass backwards, my hole expanding to accommodate him.

With him halfway inside me, I pause. But Reed wasn’t having it. His right hand grabs my waist and he forces his length all the way inside me.

I yelled as Reed released both my hands that he had held in place. He brought my back against his chest, his left hand sliding to my front and grabbing both my breast, whilst his right hand travelled to my centre, aggressively flicking against my erect clit.

My legs began to shiver, arousal rapidly building in.

“Don’t cum, Zinnia,” he warned against my ear, still flickering her finger over my tip. Then he slid down to my entrance, pushing two fingers inside me.

I cried out in pleasure. How did he expect me not to combust in euphoric ecstasy when he was touching and hitting the right spot?

“Don’t you fucking cum, Zinnia. Hold it in,” he ordered and I whimpered.

“But…”

“Hold it in. Let me see how patient and obedient you are,” he added, removing his fingers from my slit and bringing it back to my clit. His hand that gripped my boobs went to my neck.

Slowly, he begins to move his waist. I cried out. But every pain derived from his cock in my ass was replaced by unbearable pleasure from his finger on my clit.

His breathing became rasped with every thrust. His movement on my clit was rapid, his grip on my neck tightened. In a brutal, ferocious and painful thrusts, Reed fucked me like a beast that had gone feral.

My knees bucked. My belly contorted with a fierce arousal that was building up.

“Reed, oh god!” I managed to scream out.

“Just like that my little flower. Take all of my cock. All of it. It’s yours,” Reed growled in my ears.

“Fuck! Harder, please. Fuck me harder! Ruin me,” I cried out. It felt as though I had died and gone to fucking heaven. With Reed inside of me, nothing seems important. Aside from the orgasm rapidly building inside me.

Never pausing in his thrusts, Reed frees my neck, removes his hand from my clit and pushes my head downwards, burying it inside the pool of blood.

From this angle, he could take me better. He could explore every part of my insides that needed to be visited by him.

He sunk his claws on either side of my waist and resumed his aggressive thrust. Our skin slapping against each other, complemented by both our pleasure-filled cries worked perfectly in creating an accordant sound worthy of such an exhilarating moment.

And then, it happened all at once as though I was overtaken by a spasm of shock. The most wonderful, earth-shattering and soul-binding orgasm I’d ever experienced. It was intense and more than anything I’ve ever felt.

Liquid spills out of me, mixing with the blood of the decapitated body. My entire body trembled. I cried out, begging Reed to stop, but at the same time, not wanting him to stop. It was at the same time, rough and magical.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Reed is still pounding aggressively into me. Shortly after, another orgasm built. Just as I was screaming out his name, he released his seed inside me, his hold on my waist tightening, mixing pain with pleasure.

It was all too much for me to bear. And so, when Reed slowed in his thrust, my eyes rolled backwards and the last thing I see before giving into the abyss, is the penis of the man who ran into our car.

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My eyes fluttered open. My surroundings were cocooned in darkness, my consciousness stirring like a dormant creature awakening from slumber.

The air, cool and enigmatic, caressed the skin, carrying whispers of mystery, holding its secrets close, concealing details in the shroud of obscurity.

My body ached as I rose to my feet, panic travelling through my body.

“Reed!” I called out. It was the only name that came to my mind. Although dark, I could hear whispers and movements around me. “Reed, is that you?” I called out again, aggressively turning my head when the tip of clothing grazed my skin.

“Reed, this isn’t funny,” I warned, taking a step further into obscurity. Cold fingers brushed against my skin and I shuddered, my heart racing against my chest.

The smell of jasmine was suddenly predominant in the room, making my stomach churn. I began to tremble in panic.

“Reed, stop right this instant,” I yelled.

Aggressive lights filled the room. I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the lights. My environment became clear.

I was in a warehouse. Or basement? Maybe the garage, I wasn’t sure. But it looked so much like Reed’s. But where was he? What game was he playing at?

“Reed!” I screamed, this time, my voice echoed throughout the room. A loud cheer resonated throughout the room. A groggy voice roared through the speakers inclined in the wall and I suddenly became aware of the large crowd of people, staring intensely at me.

What the hell was happening? Where the hell was I?

“And next up, we have the beautiful Zinnia Levine, popularly known as ‘little flower’. She is the most sort-out woman now. If you are abreast with the mafia world, you would know who this beauty here belongs. For as little as little as one million dollars, this goddess right here can be yours for a month,” the man who spoke into the megaphone approached me.

I was still trying to make sense of what was happening and where the hell I was. But as it slowly registered, I realised I was at an auction, and I was the item to be bid.

It didn’t make any sense, so I couldn’t help but laugh. When my laughter died down, I squinted my eyes, trying to get a look at whoever was behind the flashy lights.

“Bidding starts at one million,” he said, his face finally coming into view.

“Reed?” I titled my head quizzically.

“Yes, my little flower,” he approached me, adjusting my chin so I was looking into his yin-yang eyes. “It’s me,”

Instant relief washed through me. “Who did you think it was?” He dipped his head and pecked my lips.

“I told you, you belong to me. And I can use your body however I want, and I chose to sell you to the highest bidder, so they can ruin. Just like I have ruined you. Welcome to my world, little flower,”

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