He kept her in that heightened state what seemed like forever.The pain and the pleasure curled around each other until she couldn’t tell the difference between the sensations as they thrummed inside her.He pulled away after a long while, leaving her aching, and she sobbed into the hood.
Cuffing her ankles, he spread her legs wide and fastened them to the bed.He repositioned so he was sitting next to her right leg.The distinctive sound of nitrile gloves being snapped into place was followed by the cold touch of alcohol.
“Satyrs are possessive creatures,” he mused as he continued to swab her inner thigh.“When we lay a claim, we expect it to stick.”
Beam swallowed.What did he mean by claim?Did satyrs do mating bites?She knew better than to ask out loud.He wouldn’t answer her anyway.
“You can say no, of course.”He swiped something else over her skin.“In which case I’ll suck your clit until you scream for me.”
Beam moaned at the thought.There was nothing she wanted more than his mouth on her again.
“However, if you take my mark and cry sweetly while you thank me for it after, I’ll make it my mission in life to make you come that hard every day.”
She bit her lip.She had no idea what taking his mark would mean, but she wanted to do it.For him and for herself.She nodded in the hood, but didn’t say anything.As she suspected, he’d been watching her, because he squeezed her leg with his gloved hand in acknowledgement.
The first cut caught her completely by surprise with a line of white-hot pain.She jerked in response, but the way he had her bound, her leg remained completely still and exposed to him.She spluttered noisily, not holding back her sounds of anguish because it was exactly what he craved.
He made another slow line that hurt every bit as much as the first.She was on the edge of hyperventilating by the time he said, “T,” and smothered his face into her pussy to slurp on her clit.She vibrated under him.Her pleasure soared even as the place where he’d cut her still ached.
Oh, fuck.She was never going to last through his whole name.Not like this.She sobbed harder as the frustrated arousal cut every bit as deep as his knife, snot and tears soaking the inside of the hood.
He murmured approvingly into her cunt and then sat up again.
One slow, painful cut that went on forever.Two.Three.And then he said, “A.”He feasted on her clit again, making noises of enjoyment the whole time she squealed.
Two more endless, scathing lines.“L.”Another long meal of her cunt.She was sweating and exhausted, but there was no reprieve for her anywhere.Everything was agony.
Four lines this time.She was nearly senseless by the time he said, “O.”He tongued her until she moaned in a constant drone, her head falling to one side.
She cried through the last three lines that he placed perilously close to her pussy with hiccupping breaths that made the wet hood cling to her.“N.”
He smeared something over the wounds that burned like wildfire and itched like the hells, and then he smoothed a protective plastic film over the whole area.Every line of his name carved into her skin throbbed.
Settling between her thighs, he slid three gloved fingers into her cunt and worked her with slow, torturous strokes that rubbed her everywhere at once.
She floated in a cloud of sensation she couldn’t put a single name to, caught and controlled only by him.It was bliss and agony all at once.She could no longer tell if she was moaning or crying at any given moment.Eventually she realized he was waiting for her acknowledgement.“Th-th-thank you,” she said, her voice shaking and tear-filled.
He sighed as if she’d made his fondest wish come true.“You’ve given me such a precious gift.I will never forget it.”He lowered his mouth to her cunt and drank her down.His mouth waseverythingin the universe—every sinful desire and every wicked cut.
Tingles spread outward slowly and then her orgasm crashed through her with the force of an avalanche.Every muscle tensed as wordless cries tore from her ravaged body.
Nothing could have prepared her for the scorching heat that burned through her as he continued to devour her without remorse.She spluttered when she ran out of breath, but he didn’t pause in his onslaught.Her ears rang.Her thighs shook.Tied down and spread open, she could do nothing to stop the pleasure from rolling through her in relentless waves.She could only accept it, the same way she had the pain.With that acceptance came freedom unlike any she’d ever felt.
She lay on the bed limp and boneless as she continued to come nonstop until he was sated.He nibbled and nuzzled his way slowly up her body until the heavy weight of him rested over her.He kissed her through the hood, his tongue stroking her open mouth through the fabric.The sensation was as filthy as it was delicious.
His hand circled her throat as he slipped his hard cock into her trembling pussy.“Gods,” he groaned, as he lazily rocked his hips.Every thrust reignited the pain from the cuts that were seared into the skin of her inner thigh.“I could fuck you like this all night.What’s your name again?”
She couldn’t answer, her throat was too sore, but the humiliation stung just right all the same.Helpless to do anything else, her muscles squeezed around him.
“Mmm,” he said, low and amused.“Now I remember you.You’re my slutty little fucktoy.”
The realization that she was exactly that was as hot as it was humiliating.He took his time, plying her with deep, long strokes that pushed her over the edge again and again.All that mattered was the next delicious clench of her body and the man who commanded it.She could deny him nothing.
Gripping her jaw to arch her head back, he drove deep into her quaking body one last time as he bellowed with his climax.
She went fuzzy around the edges and fell into the dark.
The Reward
