Club Fatale, Pt. 9 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 9

... but I held her. Her eyes swiveled up to mine. “Evan,” she breathed. “Angelique,” I said. “You startled me,” she continued, “If you want to play games I can always find someone to entertain us.” “Oh, there’s no need for that, my sweet. Soon you’ll have all the entertainment you can stand.” There was a sudden look in her eyes, one I had never seen before. Fear. “You’ve been naughty, my Angel.” “I’ve done nothing wrong, Evan,” she protested. I pressed against her. I rubbed her face. “We both know the truth, my tutor. Don’t worry. I’ll give you every honor that you deserve.” I pulled her up to face me. “Please, Evan. We share a connection. We have a bond, I know it. I know what you feel for me, baby. I can see it. I can feel it in me when you take me. You love me and I adore you. I want you, more than anything.” She was close, so close, to me. I hesitated. Could I do it, with the feelings that I had developed for her? Could I end her, after all that we had shared? “In that case...” I said. “One more screw, my dear!” My hand went to Angelique’s hair and I slammed her backwards onto the table, cracking her skull against the hard wood. I tore her panties from her, ripped her corset away. Unzipping my pants, I thrust into her: rammed her pussy with my hard, vengeful cock. Driving deep, I fucked her hard and fast. I knew that this would be the last time we had together. My eyes closed and I luxuriated in the feel of her magnificent body. I pounded in and out of her, struggling to ...

... experience her fully and etch the moment indelibly into my memory forever. Suddenly, I was on the verge. I pulled out. She would have my last come, but she would have it more intimately. I pulled Angelique to her feet before me. I held her with a hand upon her throat. I picked up a knife -- the blade that she had taught me to master. I held it firmly in my hand, not tight or loose, just firm... I felt the savage thrill of life and death: the power in my hand, the anticipation raging through me. “Please, my love,” Angelique said, painting, breathless. “Don’t let it be you! It’s not right! Don’t do it!” I steeled myself against what I was about to do. My feelings were conflicted and I realized that to do what I wanted, I had to hate her and love her at the same time. I thrust in, hard. My blade went deep and Angelique gasped and looked down. The knife was embedded in her, below the breast, straight between two ribs. Rather than the heart, it had pierced Angelique’s left lung. My brunette lover opened her mouth to speak and blood dripped from her lips. “You... missed...” she gasped. “No, my love,” I said calmly. “I didn’t... It was you who taught me that the kill must be savored...” I touched her face, kissed the lips that trickled blood. I pushed her to her knees. “Now, Angelique, suck my cock with your dying breaths!” And I forced my cock past her lips and down her throat. I throatfucked her long and hard. I held her upon me for long moments as she gasped and coughed. I counted to ...