“Give Daddy your pain, sweetheart,” he growls, pumping me hard and deep. “Let me see those tears trailing down your cheeks.”

When I spread my thighs wider, he chuckles. “You think I’ll be gentle with you when you let that boy have what’s mine?” He shoves a third finger inside me, making me cry out beneath his hand. “Your pussy belongs to me.”

This dark and toxic part of Grayson is what I’ve come to crave the most. I want him to hurt me and punish me. While he’s knuckle-deep in my sore cunt, feasting on my tears and whimpers, that bitch is watching the movie alone.

“You want more pain, sweetheart?”

I nod eagerly, and he slides his fingers out to undo his jeans. The distinct sound of his belt buckle being undone raises goosebumps on my skin. I’m finally about to feel his big cock stretch my pussy. I’ve wanted to fuck Grayson since I first started noticing boys. I still remember the afternoon I walked into his living room and found him lifting weights shirtless. I still touch myself to the memory of the thick veins on his arms and his bulging muscles.

“I won’t fuck you nice, sweetheart. Not after you spread your legs for that boy. Understood? I’ll treat you like my own fuck toy and then leave you here with my cum trickling down your chin.”

Lifting me up against the door, he spreads my thighs wide and teases my clit with his finger. “Look how pretty and pink your pussy is.” He pinches my throbbing clit. “How soaked you are for me.”

He thrusts forward, then immediately pulls out and slams back in, ensuring I don’t have time to adjust. It hurts so fucking good. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I cling to him while he pounds me against the door, ignoring the knocking on the outside.

They can wait.

“This pussy…” he grunts, grabbing me by my throat. “There’s nothing quite like it. I can’t fucking control myself around you.”

“Grayson,” I moan, and he grips my face, forcing my mouth open by digging his fingers into my cheeks. Then he kisses me hard, devouring me with punishing lashes of his tongue and stinging bites while he holds my face frozen.

“You can fuck that boy all day long,” he breathes out, “but you know he can’t give you what you crave.”

Before I can reply, he cuts off my oxygen with his hand wrapped around my throat and whispers, “You belong to me, Willow. Your smiles are mine, your body is mine, and your pussy is mine. Even your breaths belong to me.”

Darkness seeps in at the edges and I begin to struggle. Grayson fucks me harder. “You can breathe again after you’ve been a good girl and come on my cock.” Reaching down, he rubs my clit while his fingers bruise my neck. As my eyes lock with his, every muscle in my body tenses. I fall over the edge as stars explode behind my eyes.