Chapter 80
Davian
Deepest Darkness
Daddy Issues
The Neighbourhood
It wasn’t really me speaking. It was him.
And in the next second, he made my fingers dart to the button of her pants, made me ignore all the drying trails of blood on her stomach as I yanked her pants off her body.
“Get on your knees on my desk,” I demanded hoarsely.
She obeyed immediately, pulled her legs onto the tabletop, and positioned herself on her knees, arching her back and presenting her slightly swollen tits to me with her legs spread wide.
So fucking plump for me. Adorned with fading lines, my sucking mark on her nipple, and the cut below it, whose red furrow glistened with moisture.
Time to leave more marks on her.
I wanted to see more blood. But not the kind that bound her to this physical existence. No. I needed the blood on her body that actually kept us both alive.
With a tingling in my fingertips, I reached for the inkwell with the midnight-blue ink, and the charming cockiness in Quill's expression gave way to confusion.
“What are you doing?”
I unscrewed the lid, set the inkwell down, and reached for a dip pen, which I immediately dipped into the deep blue, unable to tear my gaze away from her eyes.
“Showing you which of your blood drives me most out of my mind.”
I approached her and didn’t lift the dip pen from the inkwell until it was just inches from her face.
Immediately, she propped herself up with her hands on my desk behind her, tilted her head back slightly for me, and allowed me to place a bead of ink just below her eye, a second on the other side, before I left two more in the hollows of her collarbones and others on her shoulders.
I set the inkwell with the pen inside next to the blood-smeared razor blade and stepped back, examining my simply constructed arrangement.
“Move for me.”
She pushed herself back into an upright position, lifted her head from her neck, tilted her neck slightly to the side, and every hair on my body stood on end as the ink began to move simultaneously.
The deepest blue I had ever seen. As if she were bleeding for me.
It left dark trails on her face, making its way down her neck, while the ink from her shoulders trickled toward her nipples, flooding them, and causing her to sigh softly as it ran over the sensitive skin, leaving drying veins of ink across her entire chest.
A few trails made it down her belly, past the wound, merged in the center, becoming one, but didn’t make it far enough to that spot reserved only for my throbbing cock.
I wanted to bathe her in ink.
“Do you like what you see, Atrinus.”
A challenge flashed in her eyes, and she spread her thighs wider, presenting me with her slit smeared with transparent wetness.
“Don’t do that.”
She was supposed to help me keep him under control, not work on his side. Against me.
“Why not? I know he wants me.” Her right hand wandered to her pussy, where she slid her index and middle fingers over her slit and threw her head back, moaning. “That he’s hungry.”
Unable to say anything in reply, I stared at her drenched fingers, which she used to lift her transparent, viscous fluid upward, only for it to drip onto her tits and stomach mid-motion.
Quill looked at me with playful innocence and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“Whoops,” she laughed softly.
Mesmerized, I stared at her juice, which now clung to her upper body, while my cock begged to teach her a lesson for this torture.
Put a stop to this.
Somehow I found the right words.
“He’s been gentle the last few times. You know he’s usually different.”
I rushed over to her, grabbed her wrist, and forced her hand to stop just before it could reach her soaking wet pussy.
“Possessive. Unrestrained…”
“What if I want him to possess me?”
Quill’s free hand landed on my vest, wandering down toward my belt.
“That he shows me I’m his object.”
She unbuckled it with one hand, making my jaw clench tighter and tighter.
“That he lets me feel, uninhibitedly, that I exist solely for his satisfaction.”
“Quill…”
“I know you’re in there.”
She undid my button, looking deep into my eyes with her watery gaze.
“That you want to ruin me.”
My zipper opened.
“Try it.”
She freed her second hand from my frozen grip, pushing my pants and boxers down.
“Dominate me.”
A defiant spark flashed through her eyes.
“If you can.”
Daddy
Ramsey
Those words were poison to me, feeding what belonged banished to the deepest abysses of my subconscious.
Fucking If you can?
I couldn’t help but stare at her, feeling the moment Atrinus’s black ink shot through me, his shadows wrapping around me, ready to control my every next move.
With a dark glare, I stared her down.
“You shouldn’t have said that.”
But it was too late.
I would show her the next level until she broke in my hands. In the most beautiful way my muse could break for me.
Out there, she was the soul I wanted to catch for all eternity whenever she fell. Whose hand I would hold whenever she needed it.
Here, on my desk, she was my little depraved whore, and I would make sure that burned into her memory.
With a tense hand, I yanked the belt from my pants, leaned toward her, tied her hands behind her back, and let her know with a gaze that pierced deep into her that she would soon regret all of this bitterly.
I grabbed her by the hips, let her wrap her legs around me, lifted her off the desk, then set her down on the floor and pressed her to her knees by the shoulders, without breaking eye contact.
She looked up at me.
Beautiful. Covered in ink.
But it was her submissive yet defiant gaze that made my cock twitch.
Without hesitation, I slid my left hand into her silky hair, wrapped it around my fist with a quick movement, before sharply pulling her head to the side.
She gasped.
Good.
“Now be my good girl and part your lips for me.”
She didn’t hesitate, held my gaze, and opened her mouth.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to fuck that mouth until she looked up at me through tears with my cock in her mouth, unable to speak while I pumped her full.
Another time… This was supposed to be a lesson. Not a reward.
I pressed the tip of my cock against her lower lip, began to gently drip my sticky precum onto it, smearing it all over it.
God, she looks perfect with my cock against her lips.
Immediately more precum formed, and I pressed my wet, glistening glans harder against her slightly swollen lower lip.
“Get it wet.”
Without warning, I slid into her mouth, groaning through clenched teeth, because her pleasantly soft warmth and the sight of her with my cock in her mouth was something nothing had prepared me for.
Quill began to caress it with her tongue, and I twitched slightly, tightening my grip in her hair with a sight as I slowly moved her head back and forth, until my cock glistened with her wetness.
Slowly, I pulled out of her mouth and placed the tip against her lips without entering.
“Spit.”
She stared at me, confused innocence in her eyes, so I hardened my gaze with more demand.
She hesitated no longer, leaned toward my cock, and gave me all her saliva until it ran down my length, pulsing with eager veins.
My cock glistened, drenched in her wetness, ready to leave a mess on her face.
Without warning, I grabbed her head, pressed it against my cock, and began slowly rubbing myself against her cheek.
Oh fuck, that felt good.
Quill sighed, overwhelmed, letting me rub her against me.
“Oh, yes…” I groaned softly. “That’s my good, submissive girl.”
My little slut, for whom I wanted to be the reason her panties would never be dry again from now on. Even if that meant I would have to fill them with my cum every morning before she put them on.
My gift to her.
I pressed harder.
“Who’s my needy little slut, hmm?”
Quill sighed, urging me on with a mere moan of pleasure to go faster.
“Who wants my cum?”
If only she knew how much of it I had for her.
She moaned, and there was something pleading in it.
And God, it robbed me of the last functioning part of my brain to imagine my cum coating her entire body, running down her, oozing out of her.
I wanted to write about her as she knelt before me on my desk by candlelight, all my release dripping down her tits.
“Look at yourself,” I growled, pulling her head further to the side by her hair so I could rub myself up and down her throat, smearing all the ink I had left on her.
“How you beg for my cock to ruin you.”
Something deeply submissive filled those beautiful eyes. It made for a breathtaking sight, combined with the smeared ink chaos.
“How you like it when I use you.”
I gripped her hair tighter until she whimpered loudly and resisted the urge to shove my full length into her mouth. Instead I took my cock in my free hand, and began massaging it over her slightly parted lips.
“All the things you do just to make me shoot my load all over you.”
With a desperate sigh, she stretched toward my glans.
Oh, so beautifully greedy to be filled.
The right corner of my mouth turned up, and I felt madness creep into my eyes.
Quill had me in the palm of her hand, but I wouldn't let her know that.
“Is that what you want?”
A new, clear drop formed at the tip, and I smeared it across her lips.
“Hmm?”
Fuck, I was on the verge of just cumming all over her lips, but I didn't have her where I needed her yet.
“That I ruin this pretty face?”
Quill whimpered again as I tightened my grip on her hair. But this time I let my other hand slide into her hair as well, grabbed her head, and pressed myself against her, shoving my cock mercilessly across her face while thrusting back and forth.
She wanted to be my possession? My pretty little sex toy? Fine. Then I would show her how I fucked what belonged to me. How I marked what was mine.
I pressed her head against my cock, rubbing myself harder and harder, ready to cover her face with my cum, and Quill’s whimpering grew more desperate.
“Who’s in control now, hmm?”
I pulled her head back, confronted by the chaos, by her glassy eyes.