Licking up her neck, I stop at her lips. “We’re going to find out, keep pressing forward until your screams of agony mix with your shrieks of bliss.” She nips at my lips, making me grin. “What shall we start with, Little Bird? I can carry on with the knife… I have visions of it against your pierced clit as my tongue fucks your channel… Or maybe your tight little ass filled with my cock?”
She gasps, jerking against me. “Knife,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Very well.” Dropping to my knees, I spread her creamy thighs to expose her pussy to the room. She’s so wet, it’s dripping down her thighs, and when I part her lips and lap her pierced clit, she presses closer. I would die happily with my face buried in her pussy, tasting her on my tongue.
Running the knife up both thighs, leaving a stinging trail, I circle it around her pussy before wetting the blade with her cream. I lean back and meet those eyes, letting her watch as I lick the sharp edge clean of her juices. “Mmm, delicious.”
Her eyes close for a moment before blinking open. “Well, you going to fuck me or just sit and talk?”
Gripping her thigh, I dig my nails in as I press the flat of the blade against her clit, hard, holding it there as I dip my tongue inside her channel. She groans my name, jerking in the chains and pressing closer. But it’s not enough for me or her. Pulling away, I lick her clit and remove the knife before flipping it until the thick black handle is pressed to her entrance. Her eyes widen, and her breath stutters before she nods, pushing against it to try and take it into her body.
“This is the knife I killed him with. Did you see how prettily he died, choking on his own blood?” I murmur, as I press it into her before pulling it out and then pressing it back in an inch further.
“The blade easily slit open his skin, all that blood, the blood you’re standing in…” I trail off, licking my lips to keep the taste of her pussy in my mouth. “Next time, I’ll make you watch. I’ll fuck you with the blade to your throat as they die in front of us.” With that, I slam the handle inside her.
She screams from both pain and pleasure, and I chuckle before twisting the handle, the ribbed grip of it making her hips jerk forward as she tries to take more.
“Yes, more,” she screams, as I pull the knife free from her clinging body before slamming it back in, fucking her with it. She chants my name and words of encouragement as I watch the flush creep down her body, her thighs shaking as she reaches that peak. She’s so close, her head dangling back in bliss, her eyes closed and face slack.
So close.
I yank the blade free, and her eyes snap open. “What the fuck?” she screams.
Chuckling again, I lick the handle of the blade clean as she watches, chest heaving. “You don’t get to come yet. You’re going to ride that edge, again and again, until it’s so painful for you that you beg to come.”
“You fucking prick,” she snarls before she swings in the chains, kicking out at me. I grab her ankle mid-air and hold it to my lips as I scrape my teeth across the arch of her foot, making her gasp.
“That wasn’t nice, Little Bird,” I murmur, before dropping her leg and getting to my feet. Stepping away, I slowly pull off my trousers and she groans, her eyes dragging along my body, her thighs clenching together.
Grabbing a wooden pole I sometimes use to bind their arms, I trail it between her breasts and down to her pussy, giving it a light smack before walking around to her back. Her hair trails along her shoulders, and I push it away as I lay a kiss on her neck. “You want punishment? You got it.”
I bring the stick down on her back in quick succession, repeatedly. She writhes and screams. I don’t go gently, and as I pull away, I notice the welts across her skin, decorating it so prettily. “So beautiful, watching your skin mark up for me. Knowing you will have to walk around with them, the others wondering what I did to you… I wonder, Little Bird, do they know how twisted you really are?” I whisper against her skin. “Because, right now, I know if I reach between those silky thighs, you’ll be gushing from the pain. Do they know you like it as much as I do?”
She shakes her head, whimpers leaving her lips.
“Didn’t think so. Big, tough Roxy, putty in my hands. Surrendering everything to me.” Bringing the pole down again, I watch it darken her skin. “Only to us. Everyone else gets the bitch, we get the softness…”
“Fuck you,” she whispers, almost groggily.
Laughing, I slap the pole across her ass, making her swing forward with a cry. “Not yet, Little Bird. I want to see what else you can take.”
“Everything. Anything. You think you can hurt me? You can’t. I’ve had so much worse done to me. So bring it, all your twisted desires, do it. I can handle it. I can handle you,” she snarls, her voice strong despite her naked, yielding body.
“I guess we’ll see.” I smirk, wondering if she actually can. Others have tried, thinking they could tame me. The guys have thrown women at me, and I have broken every single one. Will my bird be the same?
Not once did I want them as much as I do her. She sets me alight, while they didn’t even cause a spark. It’s a bad thing for her, she has to take the brunt of my obsession, but we can’t move forward unless she does. Unless I know she can survive the madness that hides within, or I could accidentally kill her and the others would be pissed.
Dropping the pole, I grab her neck in a vice. I won’t play nice anymore. I was trying to hold back, because I care for her, but she keeps on poking…
Now she gets the flames.
She gasps and arches back, rubbing her sore ass against my hard cock. Making sure to cut off her air supply, I grab my cock and kick open her thighs, slamming it inside her. She jolts from the force, unable to make a noise as I pull out and slam back in. The chains clang loudly. I keep her on the edge, forcing her body to its very limits of what she can take.
Her pussy clenches around me, her wetness letting me slam easily in and out of her body. She trembles again as I tighten my hands, and she starts to tug at the chain as I take the life from her before she suddenly stops and relaxes back into me. Good girl, don’t fight it. I let up the pressure a bit, and she sucks in a breath, pushing herself back to meet my thrusts at the same time.
Leaning down, I grab the blade again. As I sink deep into her core, I trace my blade across the swell of her breasts. She moans loudly, unafraid as she lets me do whatever I want with her body.
She might fight Kenzo, she might talk trash and be the bravest person I’ve ever met, but down here, with me, she lets go of that built-up control, her walls crumbling around her as I take her like an animal.
I slice between her breasts, down the valley between, and feel the blood flowing from the cut. Rubbing my hand in it, I press into the cut and make her scream in pain. Chuckling breathlessly, I trace that blood-covered hand down her stomach to her pussy and flick her pierced clit until she’s back on that precipice.
Then I stop, stilling, with my cock inside her body and my finger on her clit. She whimpers, trying to push back to get leverage to come. Bringing the knife back around, I dip the handle in her cream, coating it nice and good before slipping my cock from her clenching pussy. Grabbing her hips, I tilt her further back and part her cheeks. “Tell me, Little Bird, have you had anything back here before?”