“I’m not hard of hearing. I choose not to answer.”
“Continue running that smart mouth, and I will silence it as you choke on my cock.”
Memories of that k?nt defiling her overwhelm me, and I regret my choice of words. But Emeline ensures there is only her and me in this moment when she places the knife to my throat.
“Say that again, heathen. I dare thee.”
I want it to be my body she remembers and not the awful past, which she continues to live because everything I do is out of love for her.
Even though she submits to me, I am in her servitude eternally and will happily bow to my queen.
“I will force you to your knees and order you to look up at me as you gag on my cock. I will throat fuck you, just how I know you like, because you are my dirty little sl?t. Say it.”
She hesitates, so I yank her hair harder, her neck extending farther backward.
She presses the blade deeper into the hollow of my throat, nicking the skin. Blood seeps from the wound, exciting me more than it should.
“Answer me.”
“Make me.”
Her defiance only evokes the beast within. I punish her disobedience by inserting another finger into her and turn all three, stretching her cunt wide. She whimpers but begins fucking my fingers with the knife to my throat.
Each time she rubs against me, the blade cuts deeper. It’s not long until I feel blood trickle down my chest.
Emeline struggles against my hold, and when I loosen the grip in her hair, she bends forward, licking the spilled blood from my flesh.
It’s a carnal act, one which has my cock throbbing.
With my fingers still playing with her cunt, she looks up at me, my blood coating her mouth as she whispers, “I’m your dirty little sl?t.”
A groan erupts from me because hearing her speak my language only confirms that she belongs to me and only me. “And that is why you submit to me, isn’t it, hugrekki? Because you belong to me.”
She doesn’t reply, only laps at the blood on my chest.
“Say it!” I demand, my fingers hitting her deep.
Gasping in pain, she swipes the blade across my pectoral, creating another incision.
What’s another scar when I’m covered in them? But it’s the unseen wounds inflicted on my heart by Emeline that have hurt more. And when she plays with my emotions this way, she opens those wounds, and I bleed out all over again.
“And what if I do not?”
“Then you lie.” Before she can speak, I smack her on the arse—hard. “Why must you provoke me this way?”
Placing the tip of the blade over my heart, she replies, “Because I can. I belong to you, Skarth the Godless. Now and for all time.”
When I lean into the blade, she gasps as it penetrates my flesh superficially. “Take from me as I take from you.”
Reaching for the knife, I gently slice under her collarbone, and as she bleeds, I guide her to my wound as I lick at hers.
A blood oath that is cemented in time.
She bites at my skin.
A hiss leaves her as I suck at hers.
My fingers never leave her cunt.
