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“W-What?” I can’t comprehend what he’s asking me to do with the sensation of him inside me.
“Mark me.” He takes my hand with the knife and places it on his heart. “Mark me, Tink. Make me yours. Permanently.”
“You’re crazy. I’m not going to carve into you,” I say, my breath becoming more laboured with each thrust.
“Aye, you fucking are.” Thrust. “Make me yours.” Thrust. “Give me the pain I deserve for hurting you.” Thrust. “Give me the pain I deserve for lying to you.”
He takes my hand and presses harder on his chest, with the tip of the knife near his heart. A drop of blood starts to fall, and I find myself putting more pressure on it.
“That’s it. I want your name on me.”
I’m delirious. His cock is inside me, and the view of his blood brings a feeling of power.
I see myself doing exactly what he asked for, carving B L A K E.
It takes me some time to get the lines on his skin, and the sensation of his piercing inside of me is on the verge of overwhelming me.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans. Lifting his mask, he kisses the hell out of me. “Fucking mine.” He touches his wound, smearing the blood with his finger. “Open your mouth.” My body is somewhere else. The feeling, the sensation, it's too much. I open my mouth without a second thought and taste his blood on his fingers. “Hmm. Fucking perfect.” He repeats the process but this time spreads his blood over my mouth before kissing me again. It’s possessive and commanding. “See how fucking good you are for me? My perfect whore.”
He grabs my throat with force, bringing a moan from me.
“Sir. Oh my god.” It’s too much. Everything is too much.
“Come for me, brat.” He tightens his grip and bites my neck, setting off my orgasm.
I’m spasming all around him, and dots start dancing in front of my eyes. He licks my neck before depriving me once more of his warmth. He looks at me, then at my name, decorating his chest now.
“Fucking art.”
He moves towards the table once more, grabs the rope sitting on the table, and bores his eyes into mine. “Come here, hands behind your back.” I do as I’m told, presenting my back to him. He takes his time binding my hands together, making it impossible for me to break free. I feel the coarse texture of the rope as it grazes against my wrists. Once he’s happy with his work, he sits on the chair, looking at me like I’m his next meal, but my eyes are focused on the shiny piercing between his legs. I lick my lips in anticipation, which doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Like what you see?” A faint smile spreads across his face. “Sit on me.” It takes me a minute to register what he’s asking before he speaks again. “Sit on me. You wanted to fuck me. Here is your chance.”
“Like you’d let me fuck you,” I shoot back, and he smirks. Cocky bastard.
“You’re right. But right now, I want those juicy thighs around me with your tits bouncing in my face,” he licks his lips in anticipation, “so sit.” His last words come out with force, and I’m drawn to do as he asks.
Managing as well as I can with my hands tied, I part my legs over him, feeling the tip of his shaft at my entrance, making us both moan with the sensation.
“That’s it. Take what you want.” I start to move, bouncing over him, but it’s not enough. I groan in frustration, and he feels it. Grabbing a fist full of my hair, he starts to move faster, making me moan, my clit rubbing against him. “Such a good fucking girl taking my cock the way she wants.” My breasts bounce in rhythm with me, right in front of his face, which makes him curse. “Fucking hell. Your tits are perfect.” He grabs one in his hands. “They fit in my hands perfectly.” He sucks and bites, and I already know it’ll leave marks, adding to the ones that already exist. “Perfectly shaped.” He thrusts deeper. “Perfectly coloured.” He slaps it, making me cry out. “Perfectly mine,” he growls.
“I… Oh my. Aidan. Sir. Fuck. Please.”
“What do you need, brat?” he asks, biting harder on my nipple, his grip still on my hair.
“I need… I need to come.” My begging is pitiful, but I’m dying for any kind of release.
I feel his finger trailing along my arse crack before I feel the pressure of it in my arsehole. “One day, I’ll fuck this arse. I’ll be buried in you so deep that you’ll feel me for days,” he says, nipping my neck. That’s all I need. I shatter into pieces, my orgasm taking me over. The pressure of the rope and the feeling of his finger in my back entrance intensifies everything. I spasm around him, and I can feel a warm liquid leaking between us.
“God damn it.” His thrusts are laboured before he gives in and follows me, growling and filling me with his cum. Our breaths echo through the room as his head falls onto my breasts. “I think watching you squirt on me is my second favourite thing to see.”
I’m struggling to catch my breath. Damn it. That was… I don’t even have the words for it. “What’s the first one?” My voice is raw and dry.
“Your cunt in my mouth.” He winks at me, which makes me chuckle.
I feel him stir beneath me as he helps me stand. My legs are shaking, and I’m struggling to keep my posture straight.
“Fuck, fuck.” I look at him, confused.
