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Azrael
2011
Itightened my grip around her throat, watching as her face turned purple, her lips parted on a silent scream.
I slammed into her over and over again, feeling her pussy clench around my throbbing cock, but it wasn’t enough. The warmth, the wetness.
I needed more.
I released her neck, and she inhaled sharply, coughing, her body slightly limp as her head fell to one side. Her eyes were looking around, out of focus, her lips moving, no words coming out. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts disconnected. Exactly how I wanted.
I reached for the knife in my pocket, grabbing her hip with my other hand to hold her in place.
The ropes kept her from touching me, from trying to escape when she realized she didn’t truly like it as rough as she thought she did, but the bottom half of her was free for me to use as I pleased.
I had put her on my table, the ropes holding her wrists to a hook at one end, her ass hanging off the other where I was connected to her by a cock that wouldn’t release.
I turned back to her, the knife glinting in the low light of the candle. I just needed more.
Her eyes found it, glazed over from lack of oxygen. There was no challenge in her eyes, but there was no safe word on her lips either.
She was trying to prove something to herself. Good for her, too bad her mind wouldn’t be as put together as it had been when she decided to flirt with me in that restaurant.
Everybody liked it rough until they realized it wasn’t like the books or the movies or the porn they watched in the dark. It was so muchworse.
At least in my case.
I suppose I admired her will, but it was my job to break it. “I like my women red,” I told her and sliced the knife down the center of her. It was a shallow cut, nothing that could kill her or even leave that much of a scar, but it was enough to give me what I wanted.
She whimpered, tears streaming down her sweat-covered face, her hair matted. “Adam,” she whined, the blood spreading across her spray-tanned covered fake tits, “finish this, please. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
I didn’t even know if she had cum yet, and I truly didn’t care. This wasn’t about her this time around. I needed this. I needed it more than I needed to breathe. Fucking and killing, it’s the only thing I cared about in this world. The only thing that would never ruin me, that would never forsake me.
If I needed to push it further to get what I wanted, then fine. Sex and killing were the same thing, in a sense. Both required a certain amount of finesse, of vulnerability, of strength, and power. Blood was an aphrodisiac, and I wanted more.
I sliced the blade down her chest again, watching the line swell with blood, her eyes growing hooded, my cock throbbing in need. I did it again and again, slamming into her as the blood spread over her skin, her tits bouncing in it. Too big for my taste, honestly, but it wasn’t what got me off.
The blood began to pool in the hollow of her throat, in the dip of her stomach.
Fuck, I cut too deep, but I couldn’t stop. An animal had taken over me. AthingI couldn’t control. I wanted more. Ineeded more.
I groaned, grabbing her hips in both hands, uncaring that the blade sliced into her skin with every thrust. I was so close, I just needed something else, something…
My eyes found hers. Her head had fallen to one side, her body weak. Her eyes were still open, slowly fading as the light left them.
I came instantly. It wasn’t hard and it wasn’t long. It was unfulfilling and dissatisfactory.
With a sneer, I shoved her away and instantly discarded the cum-filled condom on her blood covered chest before turning away and tucking myself back into my pants.
They would certainly hold this against me. Why wouldn’t they? It wasn’t the first time this had happened. But didn’t they understand that the only way to learn how to control this was to keep trying?
I’d get the hang of it eventually, that ‘eventually’ just wasn’t today.
This would hold me over for some time, I suppose, but not long. I would need to find someone else soon. Perhaps someone who had a death wish, who wanted to toy with the lines between life and death. They were always the most fun.
I pushed open the door as I wiped my blade on my handkerchief, only to stop when I found Malachi standing in the hall.
