“I like the taste of your blood. The sound of your screams.” He licked his lips, disappointed to notice that there were no traces of me left there.
He lowered his body a little more. The heat of his mouth was too close to my naked pussy. I forced my ass into the mattress, keen to get away.
He took the hint, for once.
He moved his mouth to meet my stomach. His fingers held me securely in place as he circled my penetration with the tip of his tongue. He dipped inside me, slowly stretching my wound another centimeter, and I struggled to conceal the squeal lurking in my mouth.
He pulled back, his lips a bloody mess. He’d never eaten my pain before; he had no interest in the taste of my blood. . . just my fear, and that was layered on a plate before his very eyes, ready for him to swallow whole.
He laughed at my misery. . . sadistic and cruel. A haunting sound that was painful to my ears.
My fingers twirled the bedsheets around my hands, my thumbs brushing over the soft material, giving me something to focus on to get through this.
He slinked between my thighs, parting them. Lowering his mouth, his eyes dropped, studying the shape of my intimate area.
“Messy. . . well, that’s unfortunate fucking timing, isn’t it?”
My eyes moved, trying to see what he was seeing without me moving. Blood was staining the bedsheets below me. White sheets were becoming red.
It was too much to be from his assault earlier. It was heavy. It was a period.
“Well, I guess my wedding gift will have to be owed.” He took another glance, and he smirked, undecided on his next move. “Unless. . .”
“You don’t want to do that.”
“No. I don’t. You’re right. Your blood isn’t quite that tasty. And you don’t really deserve the pleasure, do you? Not after your behavior at the casino earlier.”
“What did I do?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. It’s why our fun evening was cut short. Did you think there was no reason for my outburst? Did you think I wanted to destroy the pretty little room for fun?”
“I don’t know what I did. . .” I toldanother lie.
And he saw through it instantly.
Hell
She was always such a shitty fucking liar. A dirty liar. A whore. Worthless, to everyone but me, but her value was lessening each time she fucked me off.
“I won’t be made a fool of.”
“I haven’t tried to make a fool of you.” Her fingers moved to her bleeding stomach, concealing the pain. Her hand acting like a band-aid on her punctured skin.
“Are you in pain?”
Her nostrils flared; she struggled not to blink, not to let the pain obviously express itself by allowing more tears to slide down the roundness of her cheeks.
“Let me. . .” I diverted her touch, guiding her down to her bloody cunt. “Keep your hand there; get yourself excited for me.” My stare dared her to disagree, but she didn’t. She nodded.How compliant. . . such a nice fucking change to her constant need to challenge me.
My eyes stayed on her cunt, forcing her cooperation. She was glad I wasn’t looking at her face. Her shame was heavy, resting on each of her pretty features. Because she knew as well as I did, she’d been eyeing up another fucking guy.
She played with nervous hands, her middle and forefinger dancing in her own blood. She beguiled me, but I couldn’t let her into my head. If she got in there, she’d worm her way through my body, until she found what she was looking for.
And if she did that, my fun would be over.
The bleeding of her wound slowed as I moonwalked my fingers to her injury.
“Do you want to lie to me again?”
