I did believe him. It was unspoken, but I trusted him to uphold his end of the bargain. At this moment, I let the scared little part of me finally die, and I reached for the person I knew I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be scared anymore.
“I’m begging you to hurt me, Crow. Please cut me. I need it so bad. Please.”
Even before my words were finished, I felt him pick up something from the bed and felt what could only be lube poured around my hole. Crow immediately started reaming me as hard as he could, ramping me up higher and higher, yet again.
At the point when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, I felt Crow’s blade slice delicately into my right ass cheek. I felt the skin split, then the beads of blood welling up and running down my flank. That was all it took. I came screaming at the top of my lungs, shuddering against the restraints and thanking him for his mercy.
“Fuck, Crow. Please, Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Following my orgasm, Crow went wild, pummeling my ass faster and faster until he pushed all the way in and held himself there with a deep growling yell.
“Mmmm, Worthy, fucking hell you’re perfect. Fuck, so good.”
I felt him pumping his seed into me, warm and soothing to my ravaged insides. It was a small comfort after the hurt. He pulled out eventually, and I felt his cum running out of me and down my thighs. Even knowing it was dirty, I never wanted to wash it off. It was the first time Crow had marked me, and I wanted to keep it to remember.
“Plug me before it all drips out.”
I couldn’t believe I was telling him what to do, but I got nothing in response but a muffled curse before he went in search of the plug. It slid in easily this time, and I felt Crow give it one last caress before he actually started licking the wound he’d given me.
Holy fuck, he’s licking up my blood!
If I hadn’t just come enough to make me weak a few minutes ago, the fact he was tasting my blood would have made me blow all over again. I was getting a little fuzzy around the edges, but I hoped we would have other sessions like this one day soon. I also hoped I would be able to see him lick the blood from my skin. Damn, that would be hot. The only thing hotter would be. “I want to taste it, too. Please, Crow.”
The tongue bath on my ass cheek stopped at my request, then Crow walked steadily around the bed so I could see his face. He still had his t-shirt on from earlier, but he was naked from the waist down. It was a good thing I hadn’t seen him before this, or I would have run away screaming, he was so big. But everything below the waist didn’t hold my attention very long because his mouth held all my attention. His lips were a rosy red color, and there was a little ruby droplet still on his fuller bottom lip.
My blood was still on his lips.
Fuck.
I captured his eyes as well as I could in the position I was in and asked again.
“Please, Crow. Please let me taste it.”
He seemed to consider my request for a moment, then countered, “Do you want to taste the blood, or do you want to taste me?”
“Both.”
No hesitation, no lies. One of his rules was only the truth. I could live with that.
Crow bent down and loosened the ropes holding my torso down. Then he returned to the spot behind me and loosened my feet, allowing me to move to a more comfortable position. Next, my hands were untied, and my arms massaged to bring the feeling back into my hands. I was disappointed that he wasn’t willing to give in to my request, but I wasn’t in charge, so I would have to deal with the disappointment. The care Crow took with me more than made up for it.
He placed a hand to my back, indicating I should stay bent over for the time being. I didn’t know why, but I obeyed and sank back onto the mattress. A moment later, I heard the bath running. Crow came back from the bathroom, and a warm cloth was wiped over my cut, and I had to assume antibiotic ointment was skimmed over the wound. Only then did Crow allow me to roll over and sit up.
He had a bottle of water waiting for me that I drained all at once. As soon as I brought the bottle away from my lips, Crow was one me. I was knocked back flat on the bed, with Crow straddling me, groin to groin, chest to chest, and most importantly, mouth to mouth.
As first kisses went, it was spectacular.
Crow took charge of the kiss, pushing his tongue into my eager mouth as my tongue met his, rolling and tasting the perfect mixture of his essence and my blood all mixed together. It could become an addiction, this totally wrong craving I had for Crow and blood.
The kiss lasted so long, he had to jump up and run to the bathroom to turn off the water before it overflowed. I laughed as I watched him run bared assed, with only a t-shirt, across the room, dick swinging. On his way back, he stripped his shirt off and actually chuckled with me.
“Yeah, yeah, quit laughing at me, or I’ll spank you, boy.”
As threats went, it was a horrible one.
“Promises, promises. You can’t threaten me with bodily harm, I like it too much.”
Crow smirked, then gave me a hand to stand up, steadying me to walk into the bathroom. There were actual bubbles in the massive oval tub. My heart couldn’t take much more of this.
