Lilith braced her weight against the concrete floor with one palm. The iron link chain coiled around her jugular and nape. Her left shoulder contorted and stung. Lilith’s bare knees pressed into the thin cushion of the pillows. Elijah’s hips nudged against her butt; rhythmically, her hair bobbed with each thrust.

“Enough, Lilith.” He yanked her leash. “Lower your face to floor and spread yourself for me. Guide my cock inside you.”

She nodded and turned around, once again, showing her ass to him. Crawling back a bit, she spread her pussy wide to show how wet she was, before inching further and settling his tip inside her. Slowly she sat back, transferring all her weight onto him. She’d felt him searing, stretching her apart. Shivering, she moaned until she’d felt his tip graze her cervix. Lilith decried.

“Master, I already feel like I’m gonna cum!”

With one palm, Elijah grasped her waist. He snatched her collar. She yelped. He spanked her and the irons clinked. She reached for the chain. Her hair splayed against his sweat matted chest and naturally, she slammed her ass into his hips as they fucked. The sound of flesh slapping reverberated the room. The cameras panned each angle of the performance. Elijah pulled her chain taut; arched her back till she quivered and touched his torso. He scented her silky hair, kissed beneath her chin, then her pale neck. The chains felt cold against his jaw.

“My Love.” Elijah whispered.

“Yes, Master...”

“Do you submit, Love?”

“I submit, Master.”

His free hand treaded her abdomen, gently grazing her naval and then down her thighs and waist. His dark touch settled on her nethers and slowly he massaged her clit while he thrust. She cupped her porcelain fingers round his throat and her head rested on his shoulder.

“Is she going to?” ☠️

“Stay with me, Lilith.” Elijah beseeched. He released her leash and she collapsed forward. He placed his palm on her back and pressed her into the unforgiving floor. Her legs wrapped around him while her palms braced her weight. She struggled to keep her torso from the concrete. “Look at me when I fuck you.” She obeyed.

“Mommy? Daddy? Is this Love?” 🌚 🌝

“OH MY FUCK THIS IS HOT!” 🥴🔥🔥🔥

“Lilith you beautiful creature!” ✨

“I am about to bust! I’m bouta bust!@&$-...

Lilith’s tongue hung like a panting dog, her eyes rolled and her senses disarrayed. She turned to Elijah with hungry eyes. “That’s it. Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck me. Make me. Your. Bitch.” She moaned as her pussy clasped him tighter.

Elijah’s nails trailed each notch of her spine. He could feel her delicate, porcelain figure jittering beneath him. Setting her onto the floor, he leaned forward and pressed both his hands on either side of her head; his palms flat against the concrete.

“I’m ready.” Her voice purred.

Elijah slapped her butt.

“You’re ready for what?”

“I’m ready for your cock, Master.”

“Talk to it.”

“It’s such a good dick, Master. And it’s mine.” She turned to curl her fingers around the head and stroked him. “It’s so warm. It’s so big. Please. Master. I want to make you feel good.”

Elijah’s cock prodded at her pussy. She grinded it with her pussy’s lips and then massaged the head against her clitoris.

He thrust, crudely. His cock buried itself. She moaned. Lilith winced and still he ravaged her more. He kissed down her shoulders and back as he molded her into something fit for him alone.

“Let me love you or I’m gone kill you...”

Elijah’s canine teeth carved gently down her spine. He scooped her by the belly and planted his heels into the floor. Her chains clamored as he thrust, fetters and collar biting at her ankles and neck. He trembled inside her. Lilith decried. Her bare body frictioned against the floor. Inch by inch, Elijah slipped deeper . He could feel her hips buck as he she adjusted for an angle she could take it.

Lillith’s alabaster figure illuminated the room. The camera zoomed on her ecstatic expressions and pained, mischievous smile. Elijah flipped her and switched to missionary; his fingers grasped the slender muscle that was her neck.

Lilith’s hushed breath met his sweated chest. His weight overbearing and seared into her hips. Each thrust was an ocean tide leaking with her essence. The concrete was cold and cruel to her backside. Lillian’s hands wandered with a clink of chains. Gliding up his quads and abdomen; then finally his chest, shoulders and neck before cupping and coddling his face. She kissed his forehead. Elijah flinched from the cold iron touching his torso.

His eyes followed hers the entirety they fucked. She pulled him into her breast.

“It’s okay.” She hummed. “Let it all out.”

Elijah grimaced within her bosom’s embrace. Lilith’s nude nails clawed into his hair.

“It hurts, Master. But I can take it. You are worth my tears.”

He’d tremored inside her. She bucked her hips with strength deceptive of her size. Elijah finished, nearly collapsing atop her. He caught himself with his palms; still he could feel her convulsing beneath him. She’d came, yet her hips winded and edged every last drop from him. She scratched his balls as she kissed him and smiled.

“Did I love you well, Master?” Elijah rolled over and pulled her fidgeting figure into his own. He kissed her forehead and then her lips. “You were sensational.” He exhaled.

Hours later Elijah dressed in a dark room. He’d showered and lifting the tatters of her dress to his nose. He relished Lily’s aroma. A guard sounded at the door.

“Enter.”

The guard lit a cigarette and settled into a corner of the room. His gaze expressed scrutiny. Leaning against the wall, he spoke. “I don’t know about letting that one leave, Boss.” He puffed. “I saw the look in her eyes. She’s too dangerous to be considered a woman.”

Elijah ignored him, slid one sleeve of his shirt and buttoned his torso. “They always come back.” He glanced at Lillian’s phone. “For one reason or another.” His eyes shimmered when he smiled.

Lillian exited the warehouse to the morning, mackerel sky. She’d wobbled across the parking lot, her bare feet dragging over graveled terrain. Her skin felt clammy, cold sweat clung to her flesh. Her knees were sore and scratched red from the friction. Still, the air felt brisk and the stars shimmered unblemished by artificial city lights. She’d wanted to throw up.

She arrived her car and collapsed into the driver’s seat. Lily fumbled for the keys in the sweatpants they’d given her. She just wanted to be home. She glanced her reflection, her scarlet flushed face and mascara lined cheeks. She didn’t know what to feel; she didn’t know what to think. She was alive; she was suffering; only that was certain. She lamented.

Taps on her car window made Lillian jump. It was one the bodyguards. He’d a stern face, a large, crooked nose and brown eyes that near expressed pity. He examined her briefly before gesturing his index finger in a circle. “Roll the windows down.” He communicated.

She complied. She hadn’t understood why they were letting her live or leave.

“Were they that confident?” she thought.

“Boss, said give you these.” He proffered a thick manilla envelope. Seizing it she could tell it held money and something else. She opened it immediately. It was a thick wad of cash, pills and weed.

“What is this, hush money!”

The guard was taken aback by the vigor of her voice; Lillian was surprised, too.

He replied coolly. “It’s your cut; flush the baby. Some of the girls comeback; you’re not special.” He flashed a toothless sneer. “Now, leave before I have my turn at you.” Lillian recoiled at sight of his all-gum grin and turned the key in the ignition. She careened from the parking lot into the interstate. Her foot pressed heavy into the pedal. The birds flocked to the skies; restlessness drove them to the flight. The horizon was tall and empty.

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That was wild, right? It gets real traumatic now. Listen up, this is a vixen's tale.