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She looked up at me and smiled. "Do you want a taste, my sweet angel?"
I smiled. "May, I?"
"Of course, you may."
She kept Dean focused on her as I got down on my knees before him. She then tipped his head forward, so he could see everything I was going to do to him. Kneeling down behind him, she began to whisper sweet erotic nothings into his ear as she dragged her nails across his broad chest. She was a devious cunt, and I loved her for it.
"I bet your cock is hard thinking of how my blood will run down across it."
He was breathing heavily as I yanked his belt off, sliding the zipper down and taking him into my hand. I loved the velvety hardness of it. And it was thick and heavy with cum.
He was filled with the knowledge that I was the one who would bring him to the edge tonight, and we could both see how he both hated and loved it.
Dean didn't like anyone but Imogen touching him, and she knew it. This would be a wicked torture that I would enjoy.
I placed him in my mouth, giving him a hard pull before twirling my tongue along his head and popping him out.
He groaned as he watched me, his hips jerked upward. I wasn't sure if he was attempting to get me off him or sink his cock deeper down my throat.
"You love having him kneeling before you, worshiping your cock, don’t you baby."
"Get him off me," he seethed as his hips thrusted up and I sucked harder.
He hissed and let out a pleasured shout. "How does it feel getting your dick sucked by an angel?"
He didn't answer but his eyes rolled back, and his head fell against her chest.
"Make it stop."
"All you have to do is tell me where the blade is, Dean."
"I don't have it."
"Drag your teeth down his cock, my angel. Seems my pet doesn't want to cooperate."
I dragged my teeth over his cock, drops of precum pumped out of it as he hissed and jerked. Imogen continued to keep him shackled with her power.
"It's a keepsake, I know. But it's mine Dean. Just as you are mine."
She kissed him, and he groaned into her mouth as I sucked him in long, hard strokes.
"Where is it, puppy?"
He grunted, his eyes shifting to the bed. Imogen caressed his cheek and went over to the mattress, lifting it slightly. She pulled out a steal edged blade; the wooden handle engraved with thorned vine. The steel glinted in the dim candlelight. It was the same blade he'd used to murder the lovers, the same blade Imogen used on him and all the rest that came after.
She lifted it up as she walked over to us. Kneeling next to me, she pulled me in for a kiss and I devoured her-my need for her rising.
Dean struggled against his invisible shackles as he was forced to watch another take what he thought was his. He hated me with every fiber of his being and so did the darkness that dwelled in him.
I dragged her in front of him and slowly slid my hands over the sheer fabric of her robe. Touching what he so obsessed over. Beneath the soft fabric her curves molded to my hands. Soft flesh that burned deep.
I slid my hands over her plush breasts and down to the belt of her robe, slowly undoing it as Dean watched on in hunger. His eyes roamed over her naked body hungrily, and he fought against those shackles with all his might.
I dragged my hands over her breasts, squeezing them and pulling at the tips as she purred for me. She then handed me the blade.
"Make me bleed for him, Lazarus."
I grunted, taking the blade from her, I swiped it across the top of her breasts, just enough of a nick for blood to trickle out.
