Adrenaline fueled my blood, and I slammed my fist down harder and faster, not breaking my gaze from her wicked piercing blue eyes.
“You know what happens when you defy me, Pet,” she warned, and those spiky red nails dragged down the concrete walls, making my head scream and my hand falter.
“Open up, Mistress.”
I kept going, my muscles taut and screaming, my head throbbing from the horrible noise of her nails.
“Fuck. You!”
My come coated the floor, hitting her body and soaking into her deep black pantsuit.
Her smile was wicked as she leaned closer to me, just a breath away from my lips. I couldn’t move forward. My collar already choked me.
“Good boy, Cry Baby. You’re such a good pet. That’s why you’re hunting tonight.”
I stuck my tongue forward, trying to reach her lips, but she pulled back enough to dodge me.
You want a killer, Natalie?
“Yes, Mistress. Anything for you.”
Her manicured eyebrows pulled together, and she let her guard down, letting herself get too close to my grip. I waited, letting her circle me. In the corner of my area, I had tied a bagto my bed. Before she could guess my movements, I grabbed my plastic bag from the bed and lunged for her.
Her eyes flicked to it in my grip, and she smirked as I pushed her against the wall.
That goddamn smile made me want to kill her and fuck her at the same time.
“You always ask me for my bark, Mistress,” I said, pressing my body closer to her, feeling my chains scrape the ground.
I reveled in her gasp as I shoved her back against the wall, locking her down with my knee and my hand on her throat, the plastic bag digging into her skin.
She didn’t resist my hold, just kept smiling.
“Here’s my fucking bite! I could kill you, Natalie. End your fucking life and use your corpse as my personal sex toy.”
She tilted her head into the grip. “You could,” she whispered. “But you won’t. You hate me, but you need me.”
I shoved the bag over her head for half a second, feeling my heart hammer and my fingers tremble.
I need this.
I need her death.
The thrill of having her vulnerable tasted fucking delicious.
I had absolute control.
Her pulse raced against my palm, rapid and unsteady, but her smile, dimly seen through the plastic of the bag, never faltered. Sharp grating laughter cut through my ritual, making me shake.
“Bite me, Pet. Go ahead.”
I stared at the evil cunt under the plastic and then, with a growl, I yanked it away.
“Goddamn it,” I muttered. “Fuck you…”
Her body pressed into mine, my dick already hard again and ready.
Her hips brushed against my flesh, and those fucking talons scraped down my chest in a frenzy of pain and blood.
