“Safe word?” I ask him just as I always do.
“Skittles,” he answers with a whine of need.
“Good, let’s begin.” I move over to him and run my hands over his smooth expanse of skin, trailing my fingers lightly across all the grooves and dips in his sublime muscles as I build his anticipation. His breathing starts to get faster, and I can see his fingers clenching within his restraints.
Flipping my knife, I lightly run the blade across his chest. I’ve become somewhat of an expert on how hard I need to press without doing too much damage. My blade is sharpened to perfection, and I know from experience that the pain is a fleeting kiss before the blood starts to well upon his skin. Our dual groans make my core clench with need as enough blood builds to start dribbling down his chest. It’s slow and will clot soon enough, so I move on to the next. One after the other, I cut small, shallow slices across his skin. No words are exchanged, so just our combined harsh breathing fills the room until we’re both panting with need. Finally, I can’t stand it anymore, so I undo his restraints and help him shuffle back and lie down on the bed. His torso is a bloody mess, and he looks like he’s been the target of a serial killer. I almost come from the sight alone.
Feeling a little bold, I remove my bra and crawl across the bed until my body drapes over his, and I ease myself down onto his chest, his lifeblood hot and slippery against my skin. We both sigh as I start to rub myself all over him. I slip and slide as I enjoy the way his body feels under mine, his blood coating my skin as I move. Usually, I lie across him sideways, but this time I lie along the length of him, and as I rub up and down, my core bumps against his dick. I stop, shocked at how good it felt.
His hands come up to my hips. “Please don’t stop, use me for what you need,” he begs between gritted teeth. I look up at him in shock. Usually he doesn’t talk unless spoken to, but I can see how much he wants me to do this in his eyes, and it did feel amazing. It’s very different from when I rub myself against a woman.
“Okay, but keep your hands to yourself and close your eyes, no coming,” I tell him, trying to keep the need and want out of my tone. His hands quickly drop away from my body, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Good. If you can keep them like that until I’m done, I will allow you to jack off.”
“Can I jack off on you?” he asks, almost too quiet for me to hear, but he keeps his eyes closed.
“If you do as I ask, then yes,” I answer, a little surprised at what just came out of my mouth, but as soon as I start to glide my body over his again, I forget about everything else.
I slide up and down, basically humping him as I feel my orgasm build, my eyes locked on the exquisite red color painted all over his body. He has a cut line across his left peck that is slightly deeper than all the others and still oozing, and without thinking, I stick out my tongue and lap at it, the coppery taste and his rock-hard cock rubbing against my clit sending me hurtling over the edge. I can’t stop the moan that leaves my mouth as I feel myself squirt, drenching his underwear with my fluids. He had been thrusting his hips the whole time, but at the feel of that, he stops and his whole body tightens up as he grits his teeth. He bites down on his lip hard enough to make it bleed, but I guess it does what he needs it to, and his body relaxes minutely.
“Did you come?” I ask as I shuffle my way down his body, pulling down his drenched underwear at the same time. My eyebrows jump up in surprise as his long, thick length is released. It’s my first close look at a dick, so I check to make sure his eyes are still closed before I get a good look at it. Its purply red head looks angry, his veins are large and pulsing, and it’s weeping precum from the tip.
I reach over and grab my knife, and slowly run the flat of the blade along it. I feel him flinch, but when he doesn’t use the safe word, I flip it over and very lightly run the sharp edge over a small section, releasing a pleased sigh when a little line of blood appears. I watch as more precum weeps from the end, dribbling down and mixing with the blood. Romeo’s head is rolling back and forth now, and while he’s distracted, I lean in and run my tongue along his length, gathering up the blood and cum mixture before moving back and letting the flavor spread across my tongue. It’s very different from any girl I’ve tasted, but that could be the mix with the blood. I realize he’s dead still, and I chide myself for letting myself get distracted.
“Keep your eyes closed, Romeo, and you may take care of yourself.” His hand quickly goes to his throbbing cock, and he groans as he starts to stroke it, his grip punishingly tight. His eyes are closed, so I lean over and position my breasts above his length, and it doesn’t take long before his hand speeds up and he moans, shooting thick ropes of cum across my tits, mixing with the blood on my skin. When he’s done, I lean back and rub the mixture into my skin with fascination, the cum thick and stringy as it mixes with the blood. Moving my hand down into my thong, I use the mixture for lubrication and rub circles on my clit, and before long, I’m coming again, my soft pants loud throughout the now quiet room.
When the fog of my orgasm clears, I snatch my hand out of my panties, horrified at what I just did. When my eyes go to Romeo, he’s still on the bed with his eyes closed, and his breathing is even. Holy shit, did I go too far. I scramble to my feet and hurry into the attached bathroom, running the shower and quickly washing the evidence off my body. Grabbing a towel and a wet washcloth, I rush back to the bed to check on my sub. I notice how sweaty his hair is and how clammy his skin feels, and I panic.
“Romeo, shit, Romeo, are you okay?” I shake him a little, and he rouses.
“Will you be my Juliet, Mistress V?” he slurs as his sub space smile spreads across his face, and I almost collapse to the floor in relief. I allow him to drift as I take special care in cleaning him up. When I’ve cleaned all the blood and semen, and pulled up the blankets and tucked him in, he rolls over, mumbling incoherently. Now that he’s clean, his skin feels normal and he is no longer sweating, so I’m hoping that was just from him trying to control his release. I brush my hand across his blond hair, which is a mess behind his mask, trying to figure out what I’m feeling. This man could be very dangerous for me. He lets me do things that I’m sure not many others would. It’s lucky we stick to pseudonyms and anonymity, otherwise I could grow too attached. Leaning in, I place a kiss on his lips, unafraid that he will feel it in his sleep.
“Thank you,” I whisper before getting up and finding my fur coat. Removing my panties and picking up my bra, I toss the blood-soaked items into the bin to be disposed of once the room clears and it’s cleaned. I pay the staff extra to burn anything I may leave behind.
Wrapping my soft fur coat around my naked body, I grab my knife, which I cleaned, from the bathroom. After tucking it into my pocket, I send Sam and Dean a message, telling them to be ready to pick me up. I look around the room, checking I’ve left nothing that can identify me. Opening the door, I signal to the staff member that I’m done. They hurry away to bring in Romeo’s designated caregiver, who will stay with him until he is awake and ready to leave.
Normally a Dom would be expected to cuddle with their sub after a scene and comfort them, but in my contract, I expressly state I will not do this and that they are to provide someone to look after them once I’m done with them. What’s freaking me out, though, is that I desperately want to go back in there, strip off my coat, climb into bed with him, and watch over him until he wakes. Instead, I wait at the door until a man wearing a black mesh top and leather pants with bare feet strolls toward me. His bright blue eyes hold mine for a moment before they drop to the ground in submission. He brushes past me, and I catch the scent of something familiar, and then it’s gone. I guess he must be wearing a cologne someone else I have contact with wears.
He goes in and closes the door, leaving me to hurry to the entrance, my feelings driving me to distraction. It’s not until I’m in the car and we are heading home that I realize I forgot to have the footage erased. Fuck!
I lean my head back and close my eyes, trying to avoid thinking about anything but the taste of his blood and cum and the phantom feeling of my body against his. Maybe instead of this, I should be seeing a shrink to talk about all my issues. Or maybe it would be safer to just go back to being Azrael, the Angel of Death.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Present
After I wash my face and check my makeup, I meet Gio out on the balcony of the VIP area. We look out over Club Hell, surveying our kingdom. I watch, despite the dark club, small drug exchanges take place all within plain sight, but if you didn’t know what to look for, you wouldn’t see it. I smile, pleased at how well things are going in my domain, but that soon fades as I watch the next group of people enter the club.
We allow anyone over the age of eighteen to attend our clubs, and technically they should be stamped with “underage” if they are under twenty-one, but Gio and I don’t give a shit, and we have the chief of police in our back pocket, so they leave us alone. It’s funny what a picture of someone in women’s underwear will get you.
We often get people we both recognize from school, but the group that enters now has my teeth grinding as I reach for my knife that’s tucked into my bra, just like Aunt Carla taught me.
Smiling and laughing like they have no cares in the world, Stacey, Nikki, and their crew, surrounded by James and some of the football crowd, make their way to the bar.
I put up a hand to have them thrown out by security, but Gio grabs it and pulls it down.
“Now, now, let’s not be too hasty. I think we need to play with our prey just a little before we kill it, don’t you?” My brother has a wicked glint in his eye, and he presses his finger to his earpiece. “Sam, see the group at the bar being served by Tammy? Please show them into the VIP lounge, compliments of the owners.” He turns to me and grins like a shark, all teeth. “Come on, let’s take a seat and let them come to us. After all, it would be rude not to offer them hospitality.”
He leads us to the ridiculous thrones that are in the VIP area. Technically they are meant for people having parties up here or the actual VIPs, but I guess he and I count.
