Then another,
Then another,
And another. Making her asscheek burn as severely as the searing heat in my tightening balls.
“Harder, slutty little dolly. Give me the ride of my fucking life and fuck the dark soul out of me while you’re nothing but my puppet in chains,” I growl the demand against her skin, each syllable thick with need.
I raise my arm, slipping my finger between her lips, and she sucks on it, making my cock twitch inside her. As I pull it out with a wet pop, I reach around. With my other hand, I firmly grasp her cheek, pulling it to the side so her little asshole is exposed, and then I slip it inside. As I start to finger her ass in the same rhythm as her bounces, she tilts her head forward, her mouth agape and her eyes glazed over with lust.
The sight is fucking perfect.
In a surge of sexual aggression, I reach up with my free hand, grabbing her throat, my teeth grinding. I hold it so hard that her breathing is constricted, my fingers digging into her skin.
I use her neck to pound her down on me, her face flushed, gradually deepening to a purple shade and the sight of her life almost wilting away through suffocation starts to make my own climax build.
“You either make us both fucking cum, or you die by my hand, pretty girl,” I warn, my words a low, dangerous rumble.
I observe her face as I flick my pierced tongue over her nipple before biting it, making her walls squeeze around my cock. I repeat the action, forcing her to pulse on my dick with every sharp bite. Her eyes start to roll, about to explode until finally I feel her coming. Her body convulses and I feel the rush of her release.
I wait a few seconds longer, finger-banging her asshole until she is on the edge of passing out, then I release her throat. Her movements stop, her head flopping forward and her body hangs lifeless. I grasp her hips, lifting and slamming her spasming, dripping cunt down onto me repeatedly until finally, I shoot my jizz inside her. A beastly growl escapes my throat as I press my head against hers, both of us breathing heavily.
After a moment of silence, I kiss the side of her cheek. Reaching up, I run my hand over the ladder of her cuts before freeing the shackle surrounding her wrist.
“Always a good fucking girl.” I praise breathlessly.
She slumps against me as I release the other, her face tucking beneath my chin. I stroke her hair away from her sweaty face, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin and she runs her palm over my pec.
“I am so glad you’re not treating me like some fragile little toy,” she murmurs, her voice soft but steady. I tilt my head down until her eyes meet mine. “I thought you might be different with me, treating me like a victim.”
She lifts her head, her icy gaze searching mine, “I don’t want to be a victim, Hell. I like how we are, even if it’s fucked. I trust you. I trust in everything you say and do because you have never pretended to be anything other than what you are.”
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her tits pressed against me, and I glide my hands up the curve of her back.
“And I know if my life is in your hands, you’ll save me every time,” she murmurs, her voice filled with vulnerability.
I raise an eyebrow, my eyes darkening. “I’ve thought about fucking you while you’re dead more times than I can count, so don’t bet on it, pretty girl,” I respond bluntly.
Her lips roll inward, trying not to laugh at my honesty. “You’re insane,” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“Why do you think I’ve always watched you when you’re asleep? Yeah, you’re a beauty when you’re lying there, but it does something to me. How peaceful you are, how fucking lifeless, how vulnerable, and how I could take full advantage of your body without you moving a muscle,” I growl, my feral eyes moving down to her perky tits. “The only thing I would hear is my wet dick sinking into your cold, dead pussy, and my own ragged breathing. Fuck, I would fill every fucking hole you had until you were overflowing with my cum then bury you full of it.”
She searches my swirling orbs, completely unaffected by how horrific I am, because maybe, she is just as fucking strange as I am after all.
“Also, you come ten times harder when you’re teetering on the boundary of death. Your cunt grips me tighter. That’s why I test you to your limit.”
She inhales deeply, a small smirk on her lips. “I noticed,” she breathes out. “Does that mean you’re going to fucking kill me?”
My brows pinch, my lips curling. “No. I’d never actually act upon it because a one-time thing isn’t worth me not having you here ever again. It’s just a sick fucking fantasy that enters my mind now and then.” I softly swipe a strand of her hair away from her face with my fingertips. “You don’t have to worry, myLittle Dolly. No one, not even me will kill you,” Her eyes move over my features with curiosity before she gives a small nod.
“Madame said something to me last night about our parents,” I admit, and her head tilts to the side. “Our parents? Like what?”
I give a small nod. “Did you know your mom was having an affair with my dad?”
Her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open, then she shakes her head. “No, it can’t be...”
“It is, Noir,” I state firmly. “Madame wouldn’t lie. Her loyalty is to me and now you.”
Her eyes well up as she stays silent, realization sinking in. “That’s why he did this to me. His words now make sense,” she whispers.
