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I gasp as my body collides with the unforgiving surface, the impact reverberating through me. The sudden shift in position sends a jolt of both pain and arousal coursing through my veins. My bound hands strain against their restraints. I'm trapped between the cold wall and his unyielding body, his hands gripping my waist possessively.
His masked face hovers inches from mine, his black eyes burning with a dark intensity. There's a hunger in his gaze that matches my own and his eyes don’t leave mine as he pulls his hard cock from his pants and positions himself at the entrance of my wet and aching pussy.
He pushes his cock into me until his piercings are just inside and then he thrusts hard, filling me completely. Reaching down, he drags one of my legs up and pulls my body away from the wall, his gloved fingers digging hard into my flesh in a way that I know will only add to the marks already littering my body. His other hand wraps around the front of my already tender throat until I’m stretched between the tip of his cock and the hard wall.
I could already tell this is going to hurt.
I gasp as he thrusts into me with a force that borders on pain, my body straining against the unyielding wall. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort sends a pulsing sensation through me, heightening every sensation. His grip on my throat tightens, restricting my airflow and amplifying the intensity of the moment.
His movements are rough and unrelenting, his cock pounding into me with an urgency that matches the darkness in his eyes. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain radiating through my body, blurring the line between agony and ecstasy. The marks on my back throb with each collision, a painful reminder of the depths I have descended into.
I struggle to find my breath, my mind clouded by a heady cocktail of sensations. The pressure on my throat intensifies, a reminder of his current power over me. Pleasure coils within me, building with each forceful thrust, pushing me closer to the edge.
My body trembles as I feel the familiar tendrils of ecstasy wrapping around me, threatening to pull me under, but the feeling of his grip on my throat holds me back, denying me the release I crave. I'm caught in a tumultuous storm, my senses heightened to the brink.
With each powerful thrust, the sensations become more intense, pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion. I can feel the walls of my pussy clenching around him, desperate for release, while the ache in my back and the pressure on my throat serve as reminders of the twisted pleasure I'm entangled in.
His voice, filled with wicked pleasure, growls at me, "Scream for me, my Little Darling. Let the world hear your surrender." And then, he releases his grip on my throat.
The sudden rush of air fills my lungs, a gasp escaping my lips. In that moment, my body unravels, the tight coil of pleasure exploding within me. A powerful orgasm crashes over me, waves of ecstasy washing everything away, leaving only the raw intensity of pleasure in its wake.
I scream, the raw primal sound echoing through the room as my body convulses in the throes of release. My back arches against the wall as I ride the waves of pleasure.
He continues to thrust into me, stretching my leg further up as he slams my whole body into the wall. With each hard thrust my body is torn between the pain and the lingering ecstasy. He prolongs the moment of my surrender, pushing me to the edge of madness. Until with an almost feral growl he finds his own release, but still he slams into me again and again and throws me into another mind shattering orgasm.
As the second orgasm crashes over me, my whole body shudders and protests uncontrollably, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of pleasure. My moans and whimpers blend with the sound of his own primal groans, filling the room with an intoxicating symphony of desire and surrender.
I reach a point of sensory overload. The intensity becomes too much to bear, and my body succumbs to the overwhelming sensations. Consciousness slips away, and for the second time that night I fade into the comforting embrace of darkness.
Chapter 19
Truth
It'stwistedandsicklysatisfying, seeing the look in our Little Darling's eyes as her body shuts down and she drifts off into unconsciousness. The way her eyes widen slightly before the haze takes over, and her eyelids flutter before rolling back completely. Then, watching her eyes finally close as her body goes limp under my touch.
I know I should stop moving at that point, but I can't resist giving a few final thrusts. The way her pussy unconsciously tightens around my softening cock sends waves of pleasure through me.
She's so perfect, like she was made just for us. I want to stay inside her forever.
Gently I lower her leg and let her body rest against the wall. Reluctantly, I pull out of her and tuck myself away. With a gloved hand, I lift her chin to admire her sleeping face and brush sweaty strands of hair away.
Tilting my head, I take in every little detail of our beautiful Little Darling.
It’s not surprising when I see a bare hand enter my line of sight, fingers resting against her neck to check her pulse. The hand disappears briefly, only to return moments later with a sedative, injecting it into her.
I raise an eyebrow at him over my shoulder.
"We can't have her waking up while we clean her," he says in response to my look before he pulls down his hood and mask now that we know she won’t suddenly wake up.
Letting go of her chin I step away, pulling my own hood and mask down then joining him as we both gaze over her body. It's a masterpiece, in my opinion. There's hardly any of her fair skin left uncovered by her own blood. Or our cum.
He speaks to me again without looking, just as captivated by her as I am. "Did you take care of that other thing?"
I chuckle a bit at his question. "Of course. She won't even notice any difference."
"Good," he says before he starts moving around the room.
I take the bowl of water and the soft cloth he hands me, feeling the coolness even through the leather of my gloves. Without hesitation, I start gently wiping away the blood and our mess from her body. Each stroke of the cloth is careful and tender, as if I'm handling something fragile and precious.
