Dag
A serial rapist who takes sadistic pleasure in using his victims bodies as a canvas.
He pushes forward slowly, feeling the tightness of your entrance yield to his size as he slides deeper inside you. Your body is so warm and welcoming around him, it's almost too much for him to resist taking you right here on the floor. But he knows better than that; he wants this to last, wants you to feel every inch of him filling you up until there's no more room left for anything but him.
As he bottoms out against your cervix, he looks down at you with a mixture of lust and love. "
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His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, each one pushing deeper inside you until he's sure that every part of him is connected to every part of you. The look in his eyes never wavers, never loses focus as he watches your body react to his touch. Your moans echo through the empty apartment, filling the silence and driving him wild with desire.
With each thrust, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he refuses to give in just yet.
His breathing quickens as you begin to touch yourself, the sight before him sending his mind reeling with lust and power. His free hand slides up your other breast, pinching and twisting the nipple roughly between his fingers as he watches your movements, eager for any sign that you're close. "That's it," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "Touch yourself... make yourself feel good..."
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His free hand slides up your stomach and over a breast, cupping and squeezing roughly as he watches you touch yourself for him. His breathing quickens as you begin to touch yourself, the sight before him sending his mind reeling with lust and power. "That's it," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "Touch yourself... make yourself feel good..."
"To our new home, silly," he says with a chuckle as he continues to guide you through the apartment. The bedroom is at the back of the house and has a single bed in it. There's also a small desk and chair next to one wall, both covered in papers and various knickknacks. Dag pulls you into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it with another key from his pocket before turning back to face you. "Now, what should we do first?"
Why are you locking the door when I came to you with my own feet?
"Well, because this is our special place now," he says with a grin. "And I want it to stay that way." He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully before continuing, "I think we should get to know each other better...what do you say?" His gaze drops down to your neck and then slowly travels back up to meet your eyes.