Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

As Tessa's responses started to become sluggish and her body relaxed from the alcohol now surging through her body he could only smile. Tessa had always been such a big tease and one of the biggest bullies to him and now she was bloodied and bent over the kitchen counter with a big alcohol enema inside of her. As the last of the bottle emptied out into her he pulled it with a loud pop and plugged it with a thumb with his other hand still holding onto her hair. The thrusting of his hips never stopped once this entire time and he actually was fucking her harder and felt more lively than he had ever fucked in his life. A more wicked side of him was showing, a side in which he could actually give in to whatever perverse joy he had from torturing Tessa and from using her like a real living fuckdoll. It felt glorious and sickening all at once and he could not tell where it started and ended. Finally he let go of her hair and let her face slap down onto the counter, her blood mixing with the whiskey that covered the entirety of the marble, and yet he was far from done. I'm going to make you pay for everything you said. Every word, every syllable, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her violently towards him, the smell of fear and liquor wafting off her face, I'm going to break you, and no one will look twice at you or flinch in your direction when you tell them who did it. Afterall, youre just a whore and no one cares about you. The dryness finally started to annoy him. Alex could not even get a good rhythm even with the hard thrusts he was using on her. No, he had to lube her up. Grabbing her by the waist he pulled out and tossed her over to the couch as he retrieved the lube in his briefcase normally reserved for when he needed to jerk off and didn't feel that a prostitute was necessary. In this case, the lube was necessary for the prostitute or at least to use her like a cock sleeve anyways. Once he was finished he positioned her onto her back on the couch and held her legs up in a V as he slid his cock back into her and sighed at the now warm and wet feeling. He knew that the wetness was from the lube, but at the very least she provided a nice tight passage for him. Alex grinned evilly, one hand gripping at her waist while he thrusted and then a hand now wrapping around her throat as he pulled her closer to him. Not only could he smell the alcohol on her skin, but she would be able to smell the booze on his breath as well as he whispered to her. Ive always wanted to do this. To make you feel me inside of you, fucking you real good. Hell, I dont even care that youre a prostitute. Fucking you bare is way better than using plastic wrap around my cock. He pushed her back down onto the couch and let her flop onto her back as a hand whipped forward and slapped at one of her perky breasts. There was a sinister laugh and a feeling of wild satisfaction in his mind before he swung his other hand to slap her other breast. With each thrust he continued to slap, harder and faster each time. Soon there would be visible red hand marks upon her flesh, the result of his harsh treatment of her. Yet he didnt care that he would leave marks, which he would leave her battered and possibly broken. Let her break, he thought in the darkness of his mind. Let her know the mark I leave on her.