C H A P T E R 45
C H A P T E R 45
BLEED FOR ME
Puppeteer
I lay my head back into the sofa, chain smoking away my thoughts. I’ve not stopped thinking about her idiotic confession and I'm so angry. Angry at myself for letting her get this close to me. She should not have told me that. I will never be able to say it back. I don’t have that in me. I am incapable of loving anyone. She is merely an obsession and things have gotten so out of hand.
She pokes her head round the door with a towel wrapped around her tiny body.
“So like… Do you have any more plugs? We’ve sort of ran out.” I crack my neck, thinking of all the vulgar ways I can continuously corrupt her body. She is far from innocent now but she certainly hasn’t seen it all yet.
“If you want me to fuck your ass all you have to do is ask.” I am not looking at her but I can see her crumpled face of disapproval through the back of my head.
“OH MY GOD NOT THOSE KIND OF PLUGS!” Not now, but I will happily punish her tight little ass if she steps out of line.
“I'm just fucking with you Innocence . You're far too baby for that.” She lets out a harsh sigh of annoyance. We’re still on rocky terms but that’s an easy fix. Fucking is not an issue, but she is still angry that I won’t give up my secret and I still want to lock her in the damn basement for entering it when I specifically told her not to. Brat.
“Top shelf in the cupboard.” I smirk menacingly, knowing full well that is too high for her.
“I literally cannot reach that.” I can feel the eye roll.
Play - ‘Bathroom - Montell Fish’
“Then what do you say?” I rise from my seat, glaring at her endangered body beneath my towel and I can taste her in my mouth just by looking at her, creeping slowly towards the bathroom door thinking of all the despicable ways I could ruin her next, baring my teeth at her like she’s my next meal when I grin.
“Please…” She hums softly, waiting for me to retrieve the box from the cabinet, clutching the towel like it will save her from me but she knows I could rip it away before she even had a chance to blink. I go to hand her the box but before she has a chance to take it I drop it on the floor, gripping the back of her neck as I bend her over the sink, twitching at the angelic gasp that leaves her throat.
“Hayden…” She warns as I trace the tips of my fingers lightly up the back of her inner thigh, dragging the towel up with me and she’s already a dizzy mess.
“Shhhhh…” The tips of my tongue dance against her throat, cuddling her carotid artery between the cut as I listen to her breathing escalate knowing she is incapable of saying no to me.
“But I'm on my-” I encase her mouth with my hand, cutting off her sentence because I don't give a shit.
“And? You think a little blood is going to stop me? It's just blood, Puppet .” I’ll be honest, I've not tasted the sweet stain of someone’s insides for over a month. I’ve not killed, for her. I’m attempting to be a better person but I'm biting at the bit to tear a cunts life away.
“You really are a bundle of Innocence . I thought you liked to get dirty?” I whisper down her ear, tempting the devil on her shoulder and she’s seconds away from giving in already, I can feel it in the weight of her sinking into my mouth.
“That's gross. It will go everywhere.” She whispers lightly, trying to find her balance and any sort of truth in her blatant lie as I gently untie her towel, letting it fall to the floor as goosebumps smother her nude complexion. Her perfection against all my imperfections.
“That's the point.” I nudge my way into that sensitive spot behind her ear, tickling it with my breath, gliding my fingers against her arms as I tower over her watching her melt for me in the cracked mirror.
“Does it make you squeamish?...” She quite happily watched Saw with me but she can’t handle a little blood?
“No- it, just…” I glide between her thighs watching her twitch, but I know she doesn’t want me to stop. We’ve been playing this game for far too long.
“Haven’t you wondered what it feels like...fucking your most sensitive parts? Reaching that peak as you look down at the mess you've made?” She swallows against my hand as my thumb and middle finger rub at the blood pumping beneath my palm, squeezing it gently to cut off her oxygen supply, watching her life vanish from her eyes as a ghost peers back at me through the shattered reflection, possessing her vulnerable body as she comes back to me.
“I'm not a murderer… I have no interest in watching myself bleed to death.”
“ But I am.” And I will happily watch her bleed out for me whilst a heavy pulse still keeps her heart beating. I want her to see how pretty death can be when executed correctly. “Let me do it for you as you cum all over my fingers Puppet .”
She goes to speak but my hand has her tongue tied, rubbing against the red velvet between her warm thighs as she whimpers like a dream.
“Let me show you how I rearrange guts. It feels good, I promise.” It feels so fucking good against my fingers. Plunging my middle and ring finger inside to take more of her, already making a mess as she moans out for me covering my rings in wine and its fucking divine.
I pull out, glaring at her through the mirror, swiping her blood length ways across my cheek, over my lips and against my scar, licking my bottom lip to taste her in my mouth.
Play - ‘See You bleed - Ramsey’
“You're sick...” She watches me intensely, but she doesn’t budge or pull away, captivated in my fucked up desire to taste every damn part of her.
“And you fuck this sickness like a drug baby . So who's worse?...” Her complexion goes almost the same colour as her insides painting my face. She loves that I'm messed up. It makes her feel less guilty for indulging in these desires I've planted in her head.
“Drugs are an antidote to pain…” She speaks truths and my eye twitches. We are both using each other to numb our past.
“Is that what I am baby … Your antidote?” My free hand grips her head tightly to face the ceiling watching her squeeze the china sink as I slide my fingers back inside, just teasing her entrance listening to her stuttered sigh behind my ear. She is my undoing. The blood on my hands. I've killed her once and I'll do it again until she realises that even in death. Her body belongs to me .
“Bleed for me.”
My fingers curl deep inside, smothering my flesh in red satin, relishing in how wet my hand is between her succulent thighs, sucking out those bittersweet whimpers she hates.
“You’re not fighting this very hard, Love .” My teeth nip her tender throat as a whisper, tasting her bare skin as she sings my favourite song, creeping her legs open wider to take more of me.“Let me bleed you dry baby .” I rock my fingers deeper, steady with my rhythm and she’s already twitching her tight little cunt around me like a needy little whore, pushing into my hand as she rides that insatiable relief.
“Choke me…” She mummers quietly, and my lip curls as she uses her voice for me.
“My Puppet has a voice.” My tatted claw crawls up her throat, applying pressure at the sides and her eyes disappear in our reflection, already crumbling like granite, melting against the basin of the sink as I grind my bulge up against her ass forcing a gasp from her throat.
“My belt.” I snarl through a gravelly whisper and she wastes no time reaching for it, undoing its buckle letting it hang loose. Her hormones must be treating her well, such a slut for me .
I let her go, unthreading the belt from its loops before wrapping it around her throat, looping it through the metal ring, throbbing at her gasps as I pull it tight to secure her neck.
“Kneel.” I bite, and she does as instructed, kneeling at my boots, wearing my belt as a pretty noose as she awaits her death dangling before me, undoing my jeans to let my strap loose. I lubricate it with her blood smothering my hand as I kneel between her legs salivating at the sight, my knees digging into the tiled floor as I push her upper body gently until she finds the ground, teasing her aching hole ready to take me like a good girl.
“Let me ruin your insides baby… ” She’s trembling with adrenaline as I slide in carefully, gripping her thigh to ease myself in, painting her ass in crimson as I claw at her porcelain skin and she’s totally unphased.
“Bleed on my cock, Innocence .” My words escalated her jagged moans as she struggles to take my length, choking on my belt as it restricts her airways. I tug her to face the ceiling, making her pray to me as I loom over her, curving into the ridges of my body against her as I fill up her velvet cunt, bringing her to new heights as I breach her most sensitive parts. Overwhelming relief surges through her like anaesthetic as my cock now slides effortlessly through her arousal, burying my kill inside her pussy.
“Fuck-” I hiss in relief, watching her take my strap like it was built to fit inside her, she sounds so fucking pretty when she’s dying for me , making me ravage her further, thrusting into her to seek out her cries as she clings onto her submission. She bows into my motion as she arches her back, her chest flush against the tiled floor and I must admit, it feels euphoric to tear down the archway to heaven. She won’t be making it there unfortunately. She will fall with me where she belongs as I fill her with her greatest sin.
“H-ayde-n…” I've learnt her body and the way it responds to me, all her buttons to tip her over the edge. My Little Puppet likes to chase death when she cums on me, letting me pull the strings to keep her going as my grip tightens on the leather belt, slamming down around her throat to hike her back up on her hands as my tongue trails the length of her spine, tasting her sweet and salty pallet.
“ Filthy Princess, make a bloody mess for me. Don’t be shy.” My hunger gnaws down her ear as she touches herself for me, whimpering at the sensation against her fingers, trying to stay balanced with her entire body weight shaking on one arm but my belt has her secured, fighting to keep her head up so she doesn’t pass out as she grabs that impending orgasm, pushing into me with no repentance.
“Die for me.” I will kill her body, mind and soul if it means I get to see her at my mercy like this. Her bloodied hand tears at the white tiles beneath her as the pressure gets too much, smearing it like my own personal horror movie. A husky moan slips out my mouth as she lets me suck up her essence, cumming all over my cock, trying to claw her way out from beneath me as her lifeless body slides against the cold floor trying to catch her breath that's quickly stolen from her as I hoist her up against my chest, choking on the humid air.
“See… Murder can be just as beautiful…” My distasteful words grate against her ear as she fights all the reasons she should hate me right now for violating her. I slowly pull out of her to reveal the destruction smothered between her thighs, patch work of a sinner's stain blanketing her flesh like wet roses.
“I hate you…” Those words are music to my ears.
“Good.” I pull her up by her abdomen, caressing her soft clammy skin, wiping the sweaty locks from her face as her back meets my front, chasing her breath as I run it off, kissing the shell of her ear.
“The harder you hate me the harder I’ll fuck you.”