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Then he is pushing something hard inside my pussy. It’s solid and cold but I’m so wet that it slides in with no resistance until he stops, pulling it almost all the way back out before thrusting it back in hard. My pussy clenches around it, unable to stop the reaction he pulls from me as he keeps thrusting it almost violently inside me.
I stand there, my body bent forward and trembling, as a mix of sensations courses through me. The sting of the blade, the burning ache in my flesh, and the cold intrusion inside me send waves of pleasure and pain crashing through my senses. I struggle to reconcile the conflicting emotions that swirl within me, unsure of whether to resist or surrender to the depths of this dark desire.
I whimper again at the cold hardness moving inside my sensitive pussy before he pulls it out again, bringing his hand up toward his mask as he watches me in the mirror.
He just fucked me with the handle of his knife. It’s wet and glistening under the light of the bathroom, wet from being inside of me.
He pushes the handle under the bottom of the mask and I already know his intentions, his eyes hooding over as he groans when he must taste me there. I stand there, my body still trembling from the mix of sensations that consume me. The air is thick with a potent blend of anticipation and desire, as I meet his heated gaze in the mirror. The intensity in his eyes mirrors my own, a reflection of the hunger that pulses between us.
As he removes the handle from under his mask and secures it in a sheath on his leg, a surge of anticipation courses through me. I watch, captivated, as he discards any concern for cleanliness, his actions fueling the darkness that now envelops us.
"You've taken my knife so well, Little Darling," he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you take my cock."
His gloved hands move to his pants, opening them and pulling his hard length out. I didn’t see him when he fucked my mouth because they blindfolded me, but I don’t recall him being as big as he looks. The piercings glinting from the overhead light draws my attention to them.
“Remember, Little Darling, do not move your hands,” he growls to me.
Wrapping a gloved hand around his cock, he steps closer to me until he’s directly behind me, hidden from the reflection by my own body. But I definitely feel it when he guides the head of his cock to my wet pussy, pushing it in slowly, stretching me until his piercings are inside and I’m whimpering from the feeling.
Without warning, he plunges his cock the rest of the way inside me, filling me completely with a primal force. The sensation is overwhelming, the blend of pleasure and pain amplifying the intensity of his thrust. I bite my lip hard to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, raw desire coursing through my veins as he groans and looks at me with such an intense look of hunger it should scare me. “You were made for my cock.”
His gloved fingers dig into my hips as he slowly pulls his cock almost all the way back out before slamming back into me, stretching me to my limits. He does it again, dragging a moan from me. Then he sets a hard punishing rhythm, slowly retreating before thrusting deep and hard back inside of me, his fingers digging into me hard enough that I know they will leave bruises.
I feel the piercings on his cock brush against the walls of my sensitive pussy, adding a new layer of sensation to the mix. The metallic coolness and the slight tug ignite a fire within me, intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure that courses through my body.
I try to maintain control, to stifle the moans that threaten to escape my lips, but the sheer intensity of the experience makes it nearly impossible. Every nerve ending in my body is alive with sensation, consumed by the raw hunger that now consumes us both. “That’s it, let me hear that pretty voice.”
As his thrusts grow more powerful, the sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, merging with the symphony of our ragged breaths. The air crackles with electricity, charged with a potent blend of desire and dark primal need.
I’m so close to the edge, my orgasm within reach when he stops, and with a whimper my orgasm slides away. He moves one gloved hand to wrap around the back of my knee, his fingers digging into the skin there hard as he lifts it up and away from my body. Leaning his whole body over mine he reaches for my face with his gloved hand.
Then he thrusts the three middle fingers of his gloved hand deep into my open mouth, while his thumb and little finger press into my jaw. He presses the fingers down on my tongue, and I taste the bitter metallic taste of my own blood. Using the grip on my jaw and my leg, he adjusts the angle of his cock and starts thrusting into my pussy again.
Oh, fuck... The change in angle has the head of his cock hitting just the right place inside of me.
The sudden shift in position takes me by surprise, pleasure and pain merging into an explosive mix. The taste of blood mingles with the primal need that courses through my veins, intensifying the building pressure within me.
His fingers fill my mouth, stretching my lips as he plunges them deep, mimicking the rhythm of his cock inside me. I gag slightly, the intrusion both overwhelming and arousing. The control he exerts over my body, the way he dominates me completely, only fuels the fire that burns within.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure that threatens to consume me. His cock thrusts relentlessly, hitting that sweet spot with each deep, powerful movement. The ache in my jaw and the burn in my throat mixes with the relentless pounding, pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
My moans are muffled by his fingers, lost in the depths of our forbidden encounter. I can taste my own desperation, the desperate hunger that pulses through every fiber of my being. I was wrong, I am his plaything, and I am reveling in the darkness that engulfs us.
He growls, the sound vibrating through his fingertips and into my mouth. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and wraps them around my throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off my air.
I try to gasp for air, my body trembling under his grip, the lack of oxygen intensifying the sensations that course through me. The mixture of pleasure, pain, and desperation reaches its peak, teetering on the edge of release. Every cell in my body is alight with a primal need, my mind consumed by the dark desires that bind us together.
As his fingers tighten around my throat, I can feel my pulse throb beneath his touch. The world around me blurs, my focus narrowing down to the powerful rhythm of his thrusts and the intoxicating pressure against my throat. I am suspended in this moment, lost in a vortex of pleasure and surrender.
The raw power of his domination washes over me, igniting a fierce need within me. My body responds, clenching around him, my walls tightening in a desperate attempt to hold on to the pleasure that threatens to shatter me. The tenuous thread that holds me back from the edge snaps, and I hurtle into the abyss of ecstasy.
A guttural scream escapes my lips, muffled by the hand that still constricts my throat. The world around me spins and dissolves into a whirlwind of sensation, pleasure crashing over me in relentless waves. I am consumed by the force of my orgasm, every nerve ending ablaze with ecstasy as I surrender to the darkness that envelops me.
His thrusts become more erratic, the sound of his growls filling the room as he nears his own release. The grip around my throat tightens, his fingers leaving imprints on my skin, marking me as his. I can feel the tension in his body, the final moments before he succumbs to the same abyss that claimed me.
With a primal roar, he finds his release, his body shuddering against mine as he cums deep inside me. The heat of his release fills me, mingling with the ache and pleasure that still echoes through my body.
But he still doesn’t release his grip on my throat; if anything it tightens even more. My hands release the counter to try to scratch at the hand around my throat, but my nails can’t get any purchase on the glove that covers his hand.
