He walks over to the dresser at the side of the room where he retrieves a bottle of lube and his knife. He puts the knife in his pocket and brings the bottle of lube over to me and places it on the floor next to my feet.
He takes my face with both hands. “Fuck I want you so bad, baby, I need to fill you and claim you. I’m going crazy not having all of you. By the end of tonight I will own every part of your body.” He walks around me slowly. “I want you to crave me, to need me, to never be able to live without me. I will never share you, beautiful. We belong to each other, and I will kill anyone who touches you or tries to take you from me without remorse.”
He’s facing me now, and I can look directly into his eyes. He isn’t lying, and even though I shouldn’t want it, I do. I want him to be crazy for me. To only want me. To kill for me. It’s not healthy and it’s fucked up, but his devil is calling to me and I need it. I don't think I could go back to a normal life, not that I ever loved normal to begin with.
“Nobody touches you either, D. I won’t share you with anyone if this goes forward,” I say.
He smirks. “There are no ifs here baby. No more talking. Open your slutty mouth for me, pet.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I open my mouth and groan when he spits onto my tongue. He devours my mouth with a passionate kiss that makes me desperate to get my hands on him. Not being able to touch him is torture. He bites my bottom lip and then presses sensual kisses down my neck, sucking on my Adam’s apple hard enough to leave a bruise. I moan loudly and let myself go. No hiding my desire, no hiding my sounds of need, I want to feel this moment.
He licks down to my left nipple and sucks hard on the bud before moving to the other while I thrust my chest further into his mouth, wanting more pressure. Slowly, his tongue carries downward until he reaches the top of my shaft and he inhales deeply.
“You smell fucking amazing,” he says and then bypasses my hard-as-fuck dick and goes straight for my balls where he sucks and licks them with languid strokes.
I can feel the spit dripping off them onto my inner thigh. My breathing turns into heavy pants, broken moans, needing him to get on with this before I cum too quickly. Sweat starts to break out across my flesh as the anticipation heightens and the need to touch him pounds through my body.
He stands and moves slowly around me, ghosting his fingers over my stomach and hips until he is behind me. “I have never seen such a perfect ass like this, beautiful. My own juicy peach.” he leans into my ear. “Who does this ass belong to? Who gets to enjoy this peach whenever he wants?”
I make a low whimper trying to scrape together some words. My voice is destroyed from all the noise I’ve been making. “You, you own it,” I finally rasp.
“That’s fucking right, mine. All of you is mine.” He nibbles the back of my neck and grabs my ass in a death grip that feels so fucking good. Something smooth runs down the back of my spine, and then there’s a stinging sensation. The knife. Slowly I feel the cold metal break my skin in one long line. I gasp as I feel the trickle of blood run down my back. Dima growls and licks where the blood is dripping.
Fuck, that’s hot.
At this point I’d let him cut me open and bleed me out if it feels this good. There’s a clatter of metal when the knife hits the floor and then asnickof a cap when he opens the bottle of lube.
Slowly he moves down my lower back, continuing to kiss me and lick my skin. It’s frustrating as hell but I know the edging will be worth it.
Slick fingers reach between my cheeks and without any warning or gentleness, he pushes a finger straight inside of me. Before I can get used to the feeling, he shoves a second in which promptly hits my prostate and takes me to a high that completely outweighs the burning from the sudden intrusion. My wrists ache. I can't stop swaying, trying to chase his fingers.
“You feel so good, beautiful. This tight virgin ass is ready to be taken, isn’t it? You ready for me to claim your ass cherry, pet? Become the total slut you are meant to be for me? Do you want that? My cock, fucking you hard and so, so good, breeding your tight little hole until you are dripping everywhere? I need to hear it baby…tell me how much you want it.” He picks up the thrusting of his fingers and adds a third to join the fun.
The sound that pulls from me is loud and foreign to any noise I have made before.
“Fuck me, D, please baby. I need to feel you, I need you to claim me and make me yours. You'll be the first and only cock I have.”
He doesn’t react to my slip of calling him “baby” and I don’t care that I said it.
A deep rumble of pleasure leaves his mouth. “Fuck, that’s what I want to hear. I’m about to make that wish come true, pet. Hold onto the rope, beautiful,” he warns as he pulls away for a moment and I can hear him slicking up his cock with lube. He pulls my hips toward him, arching my back and I am on my tip toes.
Blood is still trickling down my back. He balances me with his hands and guides his dick to my entrance. I shudder at the thought of the pain, but I want it.
“Mine,” he whispers gently and with one thrust, pushes his entire length inside me.
I strain against the rope as it cuts into my skin. It’s so fucking intense and I let out a shout. I feel so full and I’m aching from head to toe. I’m on the verge of deliriousness.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight, your little hole won’t let me go.”
He pulls out slowly then thrusts forward again where he, with brutal force, hits my pleasure spot and the ecstasy I feel is another level. I'm still hard and we are just a room full of moans and groans with words that make no sense. Sweat from his skin drips onto my back creating a delicious slide of wet skin against each other. The sound of his lubed cock slamming in and out of me is fucking depraved and on the border of violent.
“Dima, please,pleasetake the rope down. I need to touch you. Please, baby, pleeeasse,” I whine.
For a second, I think he will ignore me, but he pulls out. With super scary speed, he unties my hands from the ropes and lifts me off the ground. He is so damn strong, but I enjoy him carrying me as I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing his neck as he places me on the edge of the bed.
“Legs on my shoulders, beautiful,” he says.
I can barely see any white in his eyes. He looks like a monster who has captured his prey, and I love it. I comply quickly, placing my legs over his shoulders where he guides his cock immediately back into my ass making us both moan.The speed of his thrusts increases, the bed bangs against the wall, so many sounds complimenting each other, making the best music I've ever heard.
