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It’s the sweetest drug.

The highest high.

She kisses me and commands a power over me with just the flick of her tongue. And the tiny noises she makes nearly make me forget myself and come for her before it’s time.

I lean on one arm and reach down with the knife, skipping it up the flesh of her leg. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, and she turns her face toward me, searching.

But I want to watch her.

Watch as her eyes close, and her breathing turns wild. As her body writhes in fear and in sensation overload. When I reach her inner thigh, I let the tip prick her. Not enough to make her bleed, but enough to make her moan for me.

“That’s it, pretty little songbird, call out to Lucifer,” I tell her, and she whimpers. “Because surely that’s who you pray to.”

“Gage,” she begs, her voice shaky.

“Tell me, what is it you need, little one?” I ask.

We haven’t even breeched the surface of the things I want to do to her, but I don’t want to press her too far. I don’t want to overwhelm her.

“I need your touch, please, I need you!”

Flicking my blade closed, I press it back into my pocket, letting my hand skim down her body slowly as I lie on my side next to her.

“You look so beautiful tied up for me, little phoenix,” I tell her in her ear, pinching her stomach and making her groan.

I want to watch her come apart, but before that, I want to make her so needy she loses herself. Her sense of reality.

“Did you like it?” she asks, and my hand pauses over her mound.

“Did I like what?”

She turns her face into mine, her lips a breath away from stealing mine. “Watching me bleed for you.”

And there it went. My breath gone. My mind blown.

She was fucking made for me.

I rear back and slap her pussy, and she whimpers, arching off the bed.

“Mind your manners, little one.” I worry for a moment I’ve gone too far.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers against my lips, and I groan, worry falling to the wayside.

I slap her again, this time giving it more power, letting the sting simmer in her center.

“You like the bite, don’t you? The claws of darkness as they give you pleasure?” I ask as I slap her again. This time I can feel how wet she’s growing for me, and pre-cum beads at the tip of me, seeping into my pants.

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck, to have her beneath my hand.

“How do you feel?” I ask as her head lolls back and forth. She’s new to the things I’m doing to her, and I know I don’t want to go too far.

“So good. So alive. So powerful!”

If the light was on, I know her pupils would be blown wide, and her body and face flushed.

Another slap earns me another beautiful whimper, and I relish in it before slipping my fingers over her engorged clit.

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