As soon as he has had enough of the teasing, although it’s his own fault for asking, he suddenly grabs the back of my hair,tugging it back. Then, leans forward and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he stands.
Soon, we enter a room somewhere within the circus, and my ass is dropped onto a table. He releases my hair, grabbing my jaw firmly, and his lips collide with mine. We kiss savagely, my hands moving up his firm torso and he squeezes my ass, dragging me forcefully closer to him. He stretches my bodysuit over my shoulders, roughly ripping it down my body until it’s on my hips. His big hands find my tits, groping them bruisingly, setting my body on fire. I gasp against his lips, my arm wrapped around his toned shoulders, arching closer to him.
Our movements are frantic, unable to stop ourselves as our bodies crave each other’s touch. His breath is uneven against my lips as I claw at his back, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath my fingertips.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,. Just when I thought I had reached the depths of my fucking madness, you appeared, plunging me further into insanity.” he snarls before completely pulling me away from the table again.
He walks a few steps before lowering me to my feet, our lips never leaving one another’s. He suddenly snatches my throat, pushing me back until I crash against something at a slight angle. His hard body presses against mine, and my thighs part wider to let him grind against me. He grabs my wrist, lifting it until I feel something metal lock over it. I break away from the feral kiss abruptly, looking up to see my arm stretched and shackled. Before I can confront him, he takes the other, doing the same thing and my eyes flash to him, confused.
Realizing he has bound me to the swirling wheel, I stare at him in bewilderment. A small smirk twitches on his lips. “Do you trust me, Little Dolly?” he murmurs, a brow arched.
Still trying to catch my breath from sheer arousal, I give a small nod. “Yes,” I manage to say.
Without hesitation, he steps back, tearing the rest of my bodysuit off me and tossing it aside, leaving me in just my fishnets, panties, and boots. He lifts the bottom of the wheel, tilting me further back. Then, he takes each of my legs, splitting them and buckling leather straps over them, locking me in place.
Hell steps back, his eyes roaming over my body with a mixture of lust and possession. His smirk deepens, letting his fingers trace lightly over my exposed skin, sending shivers through me. “You always look so pretty like this,” he mutters, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Bound, helpless, and all fucking mine to violate.”
As his face grows more serious, he flicks out his knife, extending his hand to place it firmly against my throat. I raise my chin, our eyes locked in an unbroken stare. Slowly, he glides the blade down my neck, chest, over the curve of my breast, and stomach, sending tingles across my skin and stiffening my nipples.
When he presses the knife against my pussy, my breath hitches, and he glances down, hooking it between the strands of my fishnets. One by one, he cuts through the gaps, creating a larger hole.
As soon as he has access, he slips the blade beneath my panties at an angle, the cold metal threatening to slice my tender lips. With a swift movement, he cuts through the fabric like butter, but when he becomes dissatisfied, he reaches out, ripping the remnants from my body. His eyes lock onto mine, and withgentleness, he glides the knife between my slick folds. My breath gets caught in my throat, eyes widening.
When he withdraws, the blade glistens with wetness and he lifts it to his lips, dragging his tongue along the metal, his eyes closed and a soft moan escapes him, savouring my taste as if I am the most delicious thing that has ever graced his taste buds. My body responds to his danger, my core tightening with hunger, the ache for him to fuck me into oblivion unbearable.
“Hell, please…” I beg, my voice trembling with desperation.
His eyes, dark and swirling, snap open in an eerie manner, instantly colliding with mine.
He studies me, then shakes his head slowly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Only if you’re a good girl for me.”
He turns away, his muscles rippling beneath his tattooed skin as he strides past the circus props, fingers lightly grazing over them as he contemplates. He stops and gathers three small, gleaming axes. I start to hyperventilate, each heartbeat louder than the last.
Suddenly, he storms back toward me, gripping the wheel and spinning it with force. I scream, the world blurring into a whirl of colours and through my disoriented vision, I see him step back, raising an axe.
“Hell!” I yell, my voice cracking with panic.
He ignores my plea, swinging his arm with power. The axe embeds itself with a solid thump into the wood between my legs, the rush of air kissing my exposed pussy. My thighs clench involuntarily, terror coursing through me.
A sinister chuckle escapes his lips as he launches another axe, the blade whistling past my head. I scream again, my hysteria echoing through the small room. The final axe lands with deadly accuracy beside my right breast, and I sag in relief, my breathcoming in gasps for air. He approaches and stops the wheel abruptly. As I hang upright, my vision clears, and I fix him with a harsh glare, my mind still reeling.
“You fucking asshole!” I shout with outrage.
He bites his bottom lip, his eyes glittering with dark amusement, “I thought you trusted me?” he says while tilting his head to the side.
“It’s hard to trust you when you don’t tell me what you’re going to do next. I need to be prepared,” I reply, still panting.
He reaches up, softly brushing a strand of hair from my lashes. “Oh, my Little Dolly. When have I ever told you what the fuck I’m going to do next? Where’s the fun in that?” His mouth hovers close to mine. “The more I fucking scare you, the wetter your precious cunt gets for me.”
He drops to his knees suddenly and leans in with a predatory hunger. I watch as his tongue snakes out, tracing a slow, firm path up the slit of my pussy. Then, as if a switch flips, he becomes feral, devouring me with a greedy hunger. His mouth works so desperately that the sensation makes my muscles tense, and my moans fill the air as I close my eyes, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
Suddenly, I feel the sharp edge of his blade on my pubic area and my eyes snap open, looking down at him. While sucking on my clit with a strength that borders on madness, the knife pierces deeply into my skin. I hiss, my eyes squeezing shut as I throw my head back. The blend of pain and pleasure is beautiful, and I pant heavily as he slowly carves into my skin.
When he seems to be finished, I look down at him once more through a daze, seeing my blood streaking down onto his painted face while he mauls my pussy violently. The word “HELL” is engraved into my skin, a claim of ownership. I wantto say something, to yell at him for fucking branding me, but I can't. The way he eats my come and blood has screams ripping from my fucking throat continuously. His disgusting, depraved actions always turn me on in ways that should not be possible.In this very moment, I am in fact, entirely his and I’d proudly admit that.
Without warning, he withdraws, grabbing the bottom of the wheel and rotating me until I am hanging upside down. The world tilts, my pulse-pounding, as he unbuckles his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the room. He drags his zipper down and his hand disappears into his boxers before he frees his heavy, throbbing cock. He rubs the pierced tip over my lips, and I part them eagerly, my breath hitching as he growls, shoving himself deep into my throat.
As he begins to fuck my mouth with a slow, relentless rhythm, he lowers his head between my thighs, his tongue lashing out to eat my pussy with the same ferocity. Pressure rushes to my head as his thrusts grow stronger, ramming himself inside, and making me gag repeatedly. I feel my warm blood slowly streaking down my stomach from the wound as he gnaws on my clit, until he pulls back, leaving me swollen and pulsing for relief.
