Taking the knife from off the bedstead, I grip her thin shirt in my hands and place the bloodied tip against the white cotton fabric. It slices easily, granting me a perfect view of those tits that have kept me up at night. To see her like this in person still feels surreal. Cutting the straps, I finally free her of the constraining fabric and toss the top off to the side, joining her underwear.
Hot breath fogs up the inside of my mask, but I ignore the rubbery restraint knowing the image of me wearing it is what has my girl panting like she is. Learning her little desires, and wanting to give that to her in whatever capacity I can is what fuels me. I’ve always known that we would end up here. I’ve tracked her down and now that she’s before me, I want to do this right.
A doe ripe for the hunting.
Her skin glistens in the moonlight peeking through the blinds. I can’t help but notice the many scars all over her arms and legs. I drag my hands down her legs, feeling the bump of each self-inflicted line. It’s not a surprise having seen them before on the screen but feeling them beneath my hands infuriates me. “You like cutting yourself?”
“Sometimes.”
“Why?”
“Because the pain bubbles up and becomes too much. When I cut, it quiets the emotions. It makes me focus on the pain. And it’s a pain I control. I haven’t done it in almost a whole year, though.”
I nod, notching the knife against her lower stomach, almost where her leg meets her hip.
“Truth or Dare?”
Her eyes bounce from where I’m holding the knife up to my eyes.
Swallowing hard, she answers, “Dare.”
I smile beneath the mask. “I dare you, to let me brand you.”
Her eyebrows shoot up but after a moment she says, “Okay.”
She watches me intently as I drag the tip of my blade across her supple skin, deep enough to draw blood. A crude shape of a spade emerges beneath my hands as I work. She winces but seems mesmerized by this moment. This branding of what’s mine. A bead of blood drips down the side of her hip as I move the knife to finish my chosen design.
“A spade?”
I know what she’s asking, wanting to know what it stands for, but she’s not ready yet. Not ready to know it’s me and not some random fantasy she’s been dreaming of. But she’ll know soon enough.
“Fucking beautiful.” I wipe away a smear of blood with my thumb and lift my mask up enough to taste it on my tongue. Herblood mixes with the taste of her cunt creating a perfect mix that is just her.
“Now you’re mine, and there’s no going back, little doe. I’ve caught you and now I’m going to play with you until you can’t walk, can’t scream, can’t fucking fight anymore. You’ll be so worn from fucking me that you’ll wish you never answered that text.”
I toss the knife and unbutton my pants, eager to see a part of myself that I’ve never shared with anyone. The artery in her throat pulsates, letting me know she’s terrified, but the wetness seeping out of her cunt shows me that she fucking loves it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” I confess pulling my cock out and running my hand down it. It’s almost painfully hard and I’m already dripping pre-cum on her sheets as I move to position myself between her legs. At this angle I have to pull her hips down so I can notch my dick up with her glistening pussy. The feel of her wet heat hitting my tip overwhelms me.
“Tell me you want it. Let me hear the words.”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?” I drag my cock along her seam, teasing her clit letting my pre-cum soak the outside of her cunt. My body is aching to be inside her, as she tries to urge me forward, but I need to hear those words come out her mouth. I need to know she wants this as much as I do.
“I want you to fuck me.”
That confession undoes my restraint and I slam into her. Her eyes shut tight as I enter her, and she lets out a guttural moan. Stars explode from behind my eyes as I feel her wrapped around me. “Fucking look at me as I claim you.” I demand, grabbing her chin as I slide in and out of her.
She does as she’s told and holds my gaze, our bodies coming together and breaking apart in the most mind-fucking ecstasy I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh, God.”
“No, baby. I’m your motherfucking god now. And you’re going to worship my cock like I’ve come here to save your tarnished soul. Morning, noon, and night you’re going to pray for me to fill this pretty little cunt up with my come.”
“Fuck.” Her arms thrash against her restraints as her breast bounce with each thrust. It’s a fucking beautiful sight to behold.
“You belong to me now, little doe. No one else. You’re mine. My fucking slut.”
