My eyes widened in shock when he said that.
Another round?
"What do you mean by another round?! I'm severely injured!" I yelled at him, my voice tight with pain and fury. I could feel my core was clearly bleeding from the rough object he had just driven inside me.
Now, he wanted to continue? I could feel my insides throbbing and wounded, silently begging me to command this killer to stop.
But I knew the truth—he wouldn't.
He wouldn't quit until he was fully satiated. And keeping this man satisfied felt like an impossible task.
My body felt depleted now, wracked with pain. The ropes binding my wrists were cutting into my skin, an agony unto itself. And the area on my throat where he'd grabbed me earlier was badly bruised.
This was total madness.
I hated this situation.
I wanted desperately to run. To hide. To scream for someone to help me.
But the man standing over me was a certifiable lunatic, hardened by violence and expertly skilled at utterly destroying a person's sanity and will.
His hand slid down, gripping my hips tightly, leaving new, faint marks. He leaned in close, and I felt his breath ghosting over my face.
Up close, past the mask, I noticed he had intense gray eyes.
"Beautiful..." I blurted out, without thinking, and my eyes widened in dismay. Damn, I said that out loud.
"Beautiful?" he echoed, sounding amused, and rubbed his thumb across my tender skin.
"That is a new compliment coming from you, Little flower," he cooed, his eyes gleaming darkly in the dim light.
I glared at him with cold fury. My dominant feelings toward him were fear and rage, nothing more. I wasn't stupid; I knew that if I provoked him, my punishment would be severe, and I would suffer greatly. But my mouth had a will of its own, and I enjoyed verbally antagonizing him.
"Oh yeah? Well, that was idiotic coming from your own sinful mouth!" I hissed, but he simply chuckled, finding my insult entertaining.
"Oh, this mouth is certainly sinful, Little flower. That's precisely why you were screaming in pleasure from it a while ago, wasn't it?" he mused, his gaze turning dangerous.
I felt my face heat up at his remark and quickly looked away. This man, and his ability to twist words. I knew exactly what he was referring to: when he had been pleasuring me orally.
I couldn't deny that I had cried out multiple times when he devoured me; it was a moment of pure ecstasy. But I would never, ever admit that to his face.
Lost in my simmering thoughts, I bit the inside of my cheek, oblivious as he positioned his erection against my bloodied entrance.
"You are distracted," he said in a calm, mocking tone.
I gasped, snapping my gaze back to him. He offered a sly wink. Before I could move, he drove into me, and I arched my back in a cry that was a complex mix of surprise, pain, and a burst of pleasure. "You bastard! Fucking hell!" I screamed, trying to writhe away, but he only tightened his grip on my hips.
His hand guided me to lift my body upward, then slammed me back down to meet his hips, causing his cock to hit that deep sweet spot inside me, and I wailed in a rush of pure bliss and slight agony.
"And you are welcome..." he grunted in sheer pleasure. He then began moving his hips, his cock sliding deep in and out of me. "Mmm, you feel incredible... The blood clinging to the head of my cock..." He paused, exhaling raggedly.
"It is absolute heaven..." he continued with a deep groan. "I could take you until dawn... I will never let you close your eyes, baby. Not until you pass out," he ground out, matching every deep thrust with a fierce command.
His hips moved in perfect harmony with his lust for me. With every drive, my internal walls stretched to accommodate his length, then constricted tightly around him. My moans and screams echoed throughout the cave. I could still feel the stinging pain, but the pleasure was rapidly becoming my focus. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman.
"I hope you burn in hell!" I cried out, the rage in my voice merging with the rising pleasure. In response to those words, he only accelerated his pace; the forceful rhythm seemed to shake the very ground. My wrists, bound above my head, trembled uncontrollably, and my body arched and bucked with every piston-like drive.
"Oh, Little flower, I will just bring you along with me," he growled, the possession he felt over me evident as he pulled his cock out and slammed it back inside my core, precisely targeting that spot again, making my eyes roll back. "We'll rot in hell together," he whispered in a low, husky tone.
The speed intensified as he fucked me so hard that loud, wet, slapping sounds filled the air. My body and face were slick with sweat and flushed crimson from the intense feeling. I felt my inner walls clenching around his cock, and the familiar coiling in my lower abdomen that signaled imminent release.
"You're about to climax..." he hissed, fueled by raw desire, driving into me senselessly. "Come apart for me, Little flower... I'm right there with you..." He bit his own lip in concentration.
With those final words, I finally reached my climax, my essence mixing with my blood as it flowed around his cock. He quickly followed suit, his face contorting into pure bliss as he exploded his hot cum deep inside me.
I am safe. I am still on birth control.
"So good... You are absolutely incredible..." he murmured with deep satisfaction, still penetrating me but now with a gentle rhythm. After he finished riding his own intense release, I assumed he was done. But I was wrong.
He abruptly flipped me over so my body was facing the mattress and my ass was exposed directly toward him. I blushed furiously.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I cried out, looking over my shoulder in shock, but his only response was to slide his cock back inside my core. My hands instinctively gripped each other tightly. "There is no quitting tonight," he hummed, then grabbed the nape of my neck so tightly it hurt, and I cried out in pain.
His cock resumed its rough rhythm. I was still highly sensitive from our previous encounter. "You monster! Ah! God!" I groaned loudly. The sensation was rapidly becoming unbearable. I couldn't handle any more. This man had to stop.
"And it looks like you want this monster to fuck you rough," he groaned, a dangerous, hungry glint in his eyes. I hissed at his words, and before I could respond, I was met with a sharp slap across my ass.
"Ah?!" I gasped in surprise, yet simultaneously moaning uncontrollably as this man violated me from behind. His hips slammed against my ass, making it jiggle before him.
He slapped my ass again, and I cried out in another gasp.
"Stop slapping—ah! Stop!" I exclaimed, furious, even as pleasure coursed through me, but then cried out again in agony as he tightened his grip on my nape. His fingers were pressing dangerously against my spine.
"Stop!"
Slap.
"I said stop!"
Slap.
"It fucking hurts! You fucking—ah!"
Slap.
"You motherfucker! Stop hitting my ass!"
Slap.
This continued relentlessly. The sounds of his hips meeting my backside with every thrust and his hand pounding my ass, which was now swollen and red. The pain was excruciating. I couldn't feel my buttocks anymore. My screams of anger faded, and now I was only crying while he continued.
"Why have you gone silent, Little flower?" he taunted, leaning closer, his grip increasing pressure on the bones in my neck, forcing my body to squirm without cease, eliciting screams of pure suffering.
My only answer was a mixture of screams—pleasure and pain—and with one final, deep thrust, we both reached another powerful climax. But he didn't stop there.
He kept driving into me, then quickly flipped me over again so I was facing him. He leaned down and began sucking one of my nipples while his hand traveled down to my core, finding my clitoris. His fingers rubbed my sensitive nub faster, adding gentle taps that drove me insane and overwhelmed me completely.
The first rays of sunlight began to filter slowly into the dark cave. I lay on the mattress, feeling completely weak and exposed. I had no voice left to scream; my throat was raw, and my mouth was parched. My face was wet with dried tears. My body felt distant and unresponsive—I was utterly numb. It had been too much to endure.
I had completely lost track of how many times we had connected and climaxed. But I knew, without a doubt, that it was a significant number. I kept shouting for him to stop, but he never listened. His goal was clearly to punish me deliciously, yet for me, it was relentless torture. Every part of me was aching. I could barely manage to twitch a muscle.
He continued to drive his cock inside me, and with one final, deep thrust, he exploded, letting out a feral groan, and I climaxed simultaneously. However, I had no scream left; my body's only response to my release was a violent shuddering.
He was breathing heavily, then settled down beside me. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, slowly and possessively pulling me closer to his body.
"I truly hope you have learned your lesson from all this, Little flower..." he whispered against my back.
His words cut deeply. I let one last tear escape and trail down my cheek, then my awareness completely faded. I drifted off to sleep, finding a strange, exhausted peace in the tent beside my captor.