I blinked slowly as he crouched down, a small knife in his hand. “Don’t faint on me now, little sinner, we have yet to truly begin.”
I swallowed, the saliva building in my mouth. I wish I could talk to him. I wish I could touch him.
I moved my hands, the chains shaking.
Azrael looked over to my right hand. “Do you want to touch me, Scarlett?” he asked, finding my eyes again.
I tried to nod, but I wasn’t sure if I did. My head felt so heavy.
He stood in response; my head now aligned with his hips. “Deep breath. This is not a punishment, but I want it to hurt.”
A second later, a sharp pain exploded across my chest and my body arched, my muscles going tense, a soft whimper leaving my lips as he dragged the knife over and over again across my skin.
Tears flooded down my cheeks, my cunt throbbing.
“There it is,” he hummed, warmth spreading across my chest, “a soft little whimper. Those vocal cords of yours do work. How beautiful.”
I fought against the chains again, trying to force any friction at all between my legs.
Copper accosted my nose, but I already knew he had been cutting me. The blood started streaming down my neck, over my shoulders, towards my ears. I was sure some even streamed towards my hair.
“Look at that,” he whispered, something shifting in his voice. “Look how your blood shines for me.”
I heard a clatter, and my guess was he had dropped the knife, but I couldn’t be sure. A moment later, I felt his hand press against my chest, sending shocks of warm pain shooting down my spine. He rubbed one hand and then the other in the cuts he just made, my body trembling from the pain it brought me followed by the undeniable pleasure.
My head was pounding as he walked towards my legs, my body throbbing, and my pussy aching so badly, I thought I was going to faint, although that could have been from the blood pooling in my brain.
I fought weakly against the restraints, a word on my lips I desperately wanted to say.“Please,”I wanted to beg him.“Please, Azrael. Do something. Anything.”
“This is going to hurt because it’s your first time,” he told me gently, a sound I recognized all too well meeting my ears. “But you’ll learn to crave it as much as you crave the orgasms I give you.”
He stepped between my legs again and I watched his hand mess with something before I felt it.
His cock sliding effortlessly into me before the pain erupted around me.
I cried out, the sound foreign and broken.
My entire body tightened as he pushed in, stretching me in a way I had never been stretched before. I felt my cunt tightenaround him as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in, a shudder erupting through him.
I whimpered, tears pouring down my cheeks as I found his eyes in the mirror, trying to ground myself. Trying to find some sort of tether as my soul cracked away from me.
“Breathe,” he told me, his voice shaking. “Relax, Scar.”
Scar. Another nickname. Scar. The name of something they had covered my body with. The name of memories, of history. Scar. It was an endearing term. It meant something.
But how could I relax? I had felt so many cocks in my mouth and none of them felt this big. Most of them only hit the back of my tongue, maybe a little deeper sometimes, but this? God, it felt like he was trying to stuff a water bottle into me.
He pulled out again and pushed back in, further, deeper.
I groaned, pushing my hips down, fighting against the restraints, feeling something hit my clit over and over again, sending shoots of pleasure through every nerve while the pain throbbed through me.
Azrael wrapped his hands around my hips, the blood on his hands cold, his fingers digging into my skin. He pushed in, growling, his touch painful. “Fuck,” he snarled.
I groaned, my body electrified. That word sounded so seductive coming from him.
He pulled out to the tip again. “Here’s where it gets painful, Scarlett.”
I thought it was already painful.
