Core City Run Part 19

Core City Run

Part 19: Replacement

Maker assures me that Amber is alive and taken care of in a hospital.
"Should I go visit her? Maybe bring flowers."
She starts to laugh.
"Aw, sweetie. Don't ever change."
I look down.
"I thought she was hurting Enigma."
"She was. He pays her to do that sometimes."
I feel completely confused.
"Why?"
"He likes to be mistreated from time to time. Raped. Beaten. Bruised."
"Why?"
"There is no why, sweetie. He just likes it. You need to accept that. People may love things you hate. Enigma is how he is."
"I can't stand the thought of him being hurt. Or you being disrespected. By someone like Amber. I broke her face because she called you a retard."
"Such a little bulldog you are." Maker tugs at my hair, kisses me.
"I shouldn't have done that."
"You'll learn, Lelo. And she will be more than fine. Having the best care money can buy. She will have everything she needs or wants. I promised her. As long as she stays away."
I sigh.
"What about Enigma?"
Maker laughs again.
"Bless your silly little heart, you need to learn to let shit go. He will not die unfucked."
Maker slides her hand up my skirt. My brain stops spinning.
"That's better." Her mouth skims my ear. Soon we are lost in kisses. Until Enigma enters the room.
"I'm really sorry for everything." He just looks at me, shrugs, smiles. My heart skips a beat.
"Please don't be mad at me."
"It's all right, Lelo." He sits down on the bed, closes his eyes.
I feel stupid. Embarrassed.
"Maker told me you like being hurt."
Enigma blushes.
"Sometimes, yes."
"I'm sorry I ruined it for you."
Maker hugs me.
"I'll leave it to you two to work this out. Have to go visit Amber anyway. We have business to conduct." She kisses me on the shoulder, pats Enigma's back.
Enigma slides under the fur cover, fully clothed.
I slide in beside him, take his hand. We are hugging, I let him be the little spoon.
"I can't stand the idea of you being hurt by someone. Someone else than me."
Enigma looks at me, disbelief in his eyes.
I bend down to kiss him. Start to bite his lips, his tongue. Feel the taste of his blood. His blue eyes open wide, then close. He bends his head backwards, rests it on my shoulder. I bite his throat, feel the skin yield to the pressure. Start to suck blood from his wound. He sighs. Cries out with surprise when I thrust my knee upwards. I feel pleasure spreading in me as I see the serene expression on his face. I flip him over. Soon his screams fill the room, fill my heart. Pain and pleasure mix in his voice, making me high. He is writhing under me, I find the rhytm, making him trash around like crazy. I don't care how many times I make him come. I keep fucking him, and we are both completely exhausted, the bed is a total mess. His chest is heaving, and I can't stop. His voice takes me higher and higher. He explodes again, and I collapse on top of him.

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Added 2 jul 2019 Stories #Man #Woman #Other gender #Woman as top #Other as top #Woman as bottom #Man as bottom #Other as bottom #Erotica #Bondage #Psychological dominance #Physical dominance #Service #Sensory deprivation

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