Chapter 10

I felt alive.

I felt powerful.

I felt invincible.

I needed more.

“Now, swallow it like a good girl,” he told me. “You’ll like it.” But by then, I was already hooked. He gently patted my head. “Now, isn’t that nice, Tartura?” He was speaking to me as if I was a little girl. And I actually liked it. Being spoken to in this way was turning me on. I was a good and obedient girl.

I felt myself getting wet.

As I reached a hand between my own legs, he told me, “No. No. No. There will be plenty of time for that later.” Of course, there wasn’t. “Keep going. You have to take it all.” Removing my hand from my garment-covered pussy, I was all too willing to oblige him.

I would have done anything to taste more of him.

In that instant, he had turned me into a groveling whore. As much as I tried to pretend that I was in control and that I was somehow above my new lot in life, I had simply become a whore.

A begger.

A thief.

No. I had become much worse. I had become a destroyer of innocent souls.

As he promised me everything my little heart desired, I imagined my life with him by my side.

As I slowly wrapped my lips around him, his hands danced through my dark hair, fingering the soft curls. I could feel tingles up and down my spine as I took more of him into me. Salty-sweet, his creamy skin caressed the top of my mouth as my tongue caressed the tender underside of his cock.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and I inhaled sharply. But there was no pain. I felt no pain at all. Only pleasure.

There would be eons of pain later.

I could hear his breathing quicken as his strong hands guided me up and down on his manhood.

Just as I felt his cock surge inside my mouth, he viciously pushed my head down and forced himself deep into me. Though I was no match for his strength, I struggled. But I immediately stopped fighting the instant that I felt his hot cum pour into me.

The first jolt was frightening in its intensity, but then I felt my entire body relax as his magic flowed down my throat like sweet honey. A beautiful wave washed over me and his seed filled me up.

It was all that I needed.

It was everything to me.

From that moment on, it would be my all-consuming passion.

It would become my only pleasure in life.

His promises were both terrifyingly true and horrendously empty.

Eternal life. Free from every conceivable Earthly concern. What he neglected to tell me was that I would also be free of love. My existence controlled by an insatiable hunger.

As I knelt there with his fading erection still between my slackened lips, and as I felt the initial rush fade into a wonderfully comforting wash of contentment and deep inner peace, the craving for more was already lurking in the dark corners of her mind.

It’s a sickness.