I will corrupt her.
Her innocence is pure and strong, but the frame that encases it is flawed by need. She needs to fuck and she needs to believe that I am a good man. Those are the cracks I press against; that vulnerable shell is yielding bit by bit and eventually, her innocence will be lost in the staved-in armour.
This is how I deal.
The first time we were together, I slapped her – hard. She cried in shock; deep sloppy sobs. Still, she sucked my cock and learned how to do it properly. Now all I have to do is look at her a certain way and she goes to her knees like a good girl, and her mouth is always grateful around my cock.
The first time I fucked her, I held her throat as I took her, disdaining the lost look in those blue eyes. Still, she whispered: fuck me; please fuck me; and I emptied myself again and again into her hot slick cunt.
The first man I gave her to was young and insatiable and his cock was huge. She is small and tight, and I muffled her screams with my cock down her throat. Still, soon enough she held him and whispered, come, baby, come in me, as he drove into her over and over and over. Now she presents her cunt like a good girl to whatever man I tell her to.
That subway platform was nearly deserted, the first time I took her in public. I backed her against the grimy tiled wall and her breathless protests faded as I worked my fingers into her cunt. With her booted feet wide apart, her skirt slid smoothly up her stockinged legs. Her body shook with the struggle not to be mortified by the contemptuous glances of the few passers-by, but her hands were eager when I told her to free my cock. My semen seeped down her thighs and I caught the scent of it even above the old cold stench of bodies on the subway ride home. Now she spreads her legs like a good girl, wherever and whenever I want her to.
Now when I hurt her, mark her, use her body hard, she turns her head so I won’t see her silently crying. It’s her innocence leaching out in those tears.
But still, she smiles at me, engages me, challenges me, defends me to my many enemies, likes me, loves me.
She can’t make me a saint, so I have made her a sinner.
