“There you are.” I whisper and I extend my arm out to run my fingers across his chest, never breaking our eye contact. “I’ve missed you.”
He blinks down at me, and in a flash of speed his hand locks around my throat and I'm roughly pushed and turned to lay flat on the metal table. His breathing is ragged, but he drags his nose along the length of my neck to the spot under my ear, taking in a deep inhale of my scent before releasing a puff of hot air against my now chilled flesh.
He releases his grip and rushes towards the speakers. I lay still but I keep my eyes on him, and the second music starts to fill the room, I recognize the melody immediately.
Hypnosis by Sleep Token plays loudly and fills in the entire room, the bass shaking his tools on the metal tray. I can see Brandon and Dean exchange worried glances in my peripheral vision, but I don’t let my eyes stray from the Devil that has possessed me.
His eyes lock onto me as he pokes at his tools, when his fingers land on a very eye-catching blade my eyes flare and he seems to catch my shift in demeanor. Teddy grabs the fixed blade knife. The hilt is short and black, carved in the shape of the base of an antler. The blade is also black except for the silver tip that keeps catching the light.
And as if he noticed the way the gleam caught my eyes, the lights in the room change to a deep red color, casting an ambiance around the room to feel like he has truly dragged me to his kingdom of hell.
Teddy finally reaches the table I’m sprawled out on and hovers over me. Swiftly he swipes the blade down the front of my top and my bra, he knicks my skin and I gasp. Dean jumps up but when Teddy catches his movement and turns sharply towards him, Dean slowly sits back in his chair, not daring to say a word.
Teddy is a skilled knifeman; he wouldn’t have sliced me unless it was on purpose. I can feel the blood begin to bubble in the shallow cut in the tender spot between my breasts.
The blood begins to run with each rise and fall of my chest. Teddy licks his lips as he stares down at me and then cuts my shorts away from my body. Another dark chuckle falls from his lips when he sees I neglected to wear any panties today.
Once I’m completely bare to him, he stands on the opposite side of the table so Brandon and Dean can see each of his movements. Teddy’s fingers find themselves in my mouth, pushing them as far as he can go until I gag, making my spit coat his digits.
He trails his now soaked fingers down my chin, then neck, and then to my fresh chest wound. The cold air hits the wet trail he’s left down my neck, but I suddenly warm when he continues the trail. But this I’ve not with my spit, but with my blood. He smears a line from between my breast and down my stomach to the mound of my pussy.
At an agonizing slow pace, he finally lets his fingers reach my clit, rubbing in a gentle circle, using my own blood as lubricant. A gasp leaves me when he lets two fingers dip in and out of me and returns back to my clit, this time with more pressure and slightly faster speed.
My body arches from the metal table, and I press myself into his fingers, seeking more pressure. “More.” I moan.
Teddy complies easily and pushes two fingers into me but uses his thumb to continue circling my throbbing clit. Move to my elbows so I can see him better. I start thrusting my hips forward moving faster and faster to match his pace.
His eyes meet mine and our twisted smiles match each other just as a groan leaves my lips, I can feel the pressure building and building and just as I’m about to shatter he removes his hand from me.
“Not yet, little devil.” He says over the music. “Not yet.”
I whimper at the loss of contact, but I snap my jaw shut when he starts to slide his sweats down his legs. Not only is he not wearing underwear, but his erection bobs free, and the deep red lighting makes it seem like it's actually pulsing and almost angry.
He yanks me up by the arm and carries me to the counter just behind the table. The position we are at leaves Brandon and Dean to my left, still giving them a full view.
Teddy hooks his hands under my knees and wraps my legs around his waist. He wastes no time and runs his hand through the blood still running down my body and strokes the red liquid up and down his cock before he slides it into my pussy.
“Yes,” I moan, my head slightly falling back in relief.
I hear a click and a grinding of metal, my head snaps back up to find a revolver pointed directly between my eyes.
“Don’t tease me.” I gasp when he busies himself into me, hitting that spot that only these men seem to be able to reach.
“Little Devil.” He clicks his tongue, and his hips start to find a steady pace. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t hesitate, “Yes.”
Click,he pulled the trigger.
I moan loudly and I take the revolver from him, this time holding it between his eyes. “Do you trust me?” I ask, copying his words.
“With my life.” He groans, pumping harder into me, but being careful to not move his head.
I pull the trigger,click.
He takes the gun from me again, and I can feel that delicious swell of pressure building again. This time he held it against my jaw, “Would you die for me, Little Devil?”
“Fuck,” My voice cracks as his thrusts seem to get more brutal with each hit. “Yes.”
