Gripping her ass, I lift her without effort and drop her down hard on the cleared surface. Her breath catches, as I pull her closer, forcing her legs open wider around me. My hand finds her neck, fingers curling around it with a possessive grip, and I force her to lie back against the table.
Her eyes stay locked on mine, and it’s in the way her breath is stuttering, shaky and uneven now, I can see it. The fear and the arousal merging into something dangerous.
But I’m just as tangled in this shit as she. She’s not the only one trembling. The same dread thrums through my veins, because this isn’t a fucking game. Not anymore. We’re in this together now and there’s no coming back from what happens next.
My fingers find the gaps in the crotch of her fishnets, burying deep before I rip them apart with a harsh tug. As soon as I see her black panties, soaked with moisture, I wrap my fingers around them and tear them straight off with a vicious snap.
I reach out, my hand wrapping around her throat again, and she lifts her chin, welcoming it. My other hand disappears in my boxers, shaky fingers wrapping around my hard cock, hot, heavy and leaking.
Yanking myself free, I position myself against her wet pussyhole and I don’t wait. I press forward right away, each of my piercings entering one by one.
A loud gasp escapes her, eyes rolling back as her spine bends inward while I stretch her. My fingers flex around her throat as I take in the sensation of her warmth and wetness. How fucking good and right she feels around me. Like I always knew she’d be.
My eyes grow heavy, darkening and my teeth clench tight while I continue to force myself inside, but as soon as I’m balls deep, they tighten, and I feel a cold blanket settle over me, although my veins are red hot.
When my gaze flicks downward, I soak in the sight of my cock buried fully inside her, her drenched pussy lips stretched around my thick girth, her clit swollen and suckable.
Leaning over, I plant my elbows beside her head, pressing my forehead against hers and her hands find my shoulders, anchoring herself to me.
I draw my cock back, each spike scratching down her silky walls, until I’m at the pierced tip, then I slide back inside with a harsh thrust, her pussy hitting the base.
She lets out a moan, but I let out a growl.
Just the feel of her and the sounds she makes, rocks me to my fucking core. Her nails claw into my back, tearing at my skin with every movement, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, pushing both of us to the edge of madness.
“God, you feel so good,” she groans against my mouth, teasing me with her words.
I don’t pound into her, not yet, I just kiss her breathless lips as she moans for me, staring into each other’s eyes, like this moment matters.
My hand slips down to her corset and I pull on the front ribbon, unravelling it until it’s halfway open and her tits are free. I grab one harshly before tearing my lips away from hers, lowering my mouth on her stiff nipple.
Sucking hard as I fuck her pussy, her moans and whimpers grow louder until I start biting viciously, drawing blood, and they quickly turn into screams of pain and pleasure.
My mind darkens, that cold, heartless part of me settling back into place. And every so often, I have to remind myself—don’t kill her. Just take it slow. Stretch it out. See if I can make it through without losing control.
I rise to my full height, hand closing around her throat again, pressing her down into the table like a pinned offering. She doesn’t fight it. She just stares up at me with that mix of fear and surrender that sets something violent loose inside me.
With my free hand, I pull out my black ace card.
When I press it into the fatty flesh of her right tit, I drag through her pale skin and she exhales through clenched teeth, a sound half pain, half pleasure, but she doesn't stop me. Not while I continue to fuck her soaked cunt hard at the same time.
My teeth bare in a snarl as I engrave, carving one letter at a time, each one backward, so she’ll see it every time she looks at her pretty reflection daily.
It’s a mark of not only her strength and growth tonight, but also of who the fuck she belongs to. Who she’ll always belong to.
Feel her Wrath
Blood spills down her tits in lazy streams, soaking into her corset like the fabric’s been waiting for it.
I drop the card, letting it clatter to the floor, then reach down, pressing my thumb deep into the raw, bleeding letters.
Not gentle. Not kind. Just pressure and pain.
She jerks beneath me, a broken sound leaving her throat, but I don’t relent.
“Feel that, my little corpse?” I whisper, voice rasped and shaking with something close to exhilaration. “That’s you becoming mine forever.”
She hisses from the pain, but I wrap my other arm beneath her thigh, yanking her further down the table, then sling it over my shoulder, elevating her leg as I hover over her with one hand planted beside her.