Chapter 5 #2
The song starts to shift as I slide down his body, and “Dancing with the Devil” by EMO comes on next as I land on all fours and crawl towards the front of the stage.
Leaving O to wait and see what I have planned for him next.
I do a little tease for the crowd while spreading my legs wide like a wide butterfly stretch and then running my fingers up my leather-clad pussy while pressing out my chest and biting my lip seductively.
Letting them think this gets me hot and bothered, making them crave me more.
I want them to think they have a chance with me, but in reality, none of them come close.
Well, maybe O. I dip my head back and see O still sitting there like the good boy he is, but I notice he is clenching his fist again.
Probably fighting the urge to take control, like his Alpha instincts are no doubt urging him to, but that won’t happen tonight.
I drop to my back and throw my legs up behind me in a small flip and grind against the floor.
I block out the rest of the room as I let my body move to the music, allowing my mind to fill with excitement with what’s to come.
Climbing to my feet from the slip drop I just did; the song starts to wind down, and I stride over to my new plaything for the night.
I nip at his ear, chuckling as his body jerks at my sudden appearance.
"Oh." I whisper into his ear as his body tightens. “You’re being such a good boy. Do you want to play with me now?” He starts to nod, but before I can snap at him to use his damn words, he chokes out a breathless "Y-yes.
" Like his throat’s gone dry from swallowing too hard, too often. I grin to myself.
Bringing men to their knees, watching them unravel piece by piece, hits harder than any drug ever could.
My second song ends, and I slowly untie the silk knot and let the material drop to the floor.
I’m standing to the side of O now, but I can see him blinking his eyes quickly to get them used to seeing the bright light that shines above us.
“Raise Hell” by Dorothy is my final song, and now the real fun begins as I slide my hands down to my thighs and glide my fingers over the hilt of my blades.
Deciding which one gets to play is always a hard choice, but I’ll make sure they all get a bit of love later this week.
O’s eyes flash at me as I swing my leg over him and straddle his powerful thighs, my hand still on the hilt of my blade.
“Will you beg me to keep going or beg me to stop?" I murmur.
He tilts his head, interest sparking in his eyes—something bright and eager—until his gaze drops to my hand. I expect the usual flicker of doubt. Fear. That moment most men have when they realize they’re no longer in charge.
But it never comes.
Instead, heat flares in his stare. A slow smirk starts to pull at those dangerously pretty lips.
I can’t have that. “Most men beg me to stop by the time I’m done with them,” I warn, my tone low and flirty.
And I know my smile is a wicked taunt as my mind flashes with all the pieces of shit and assholes that have met my blade's end.
“I can handle it. Don’t worry abo—Before he can even finish his sentence, I whip one of my blades out and have it kissing his skin like they're long-lost high school sweethearts. His eyes widen at my quick reaction, but he doesn’t budge, to his credit.
I keep eye contact with his predator-green eyes as I slowly turn the blade to slide it down his chest, pressing the tip in a bit but not cutting him, not yet.
His eyes flare brighter as my blade gets closer and closer to his crotch, but I don’t stop my descent.
Keeping my hand steady as I keep my eyes trained on his face for any kind of reaction.
He does the same, eyes never leaving mine, and I suddenly feel like I’ve met my match.
Interesting. With my other hand I take another blade from my other thigh and point the tip under his chin and press gently.
Allowing a small drop of blood to leak from the point and paint my shiny blade red.
I bring the blade to my lips and stick out my tongue as the taste of copper hits my taste buds, making me groan in ecstasy.
My eyes drift close on their own accord as I grind against the hardness beneath me, thinking of bringing myself to pleasure.
No, I can wait. I hear a moan come from O, and my eyes snap open to see that I’ve pressed my first blade into his stomach a bit too deep, cutting through his shirt and breaking the skin as blood starts to slowly seep through.
Oops.
I once again expected to see fear or panic, but this man just made my whole night as I stare into his lust-filled eyes and see him biting his lip like he is trying to not moan any louder.
I turn the blade and slice it up, making a clean cut up his shirt.
Peeling the shirt open, my eyes land on a chest filled with ink.
Beautiful artwork worthy of a beautiful man.
I place the blade on his right pec and start to play; he watches me as I add my own artwork to his chest. Never once does this man stop me as I find a less inked area and begin lightly carving GRIM into his chest as thin rivulets of blood start to spill from my own art piece.
My cuts are light and will probably heal with no scarring left behind, but for now I leave my mark.
I smile wide as I finish and then lean in and bite him.
Hard. Right next to my signature, drawing blood from the attack.
I groan again as he takes everything I give him.
He must be extra kinky or just as insane as me, and with the glimmer I see in his eye, I’m going with the latter.
My last song ends, and I’m hornier than I’ve ever been before.
I needed this man to fuck me like my life depended on it.
And who knows, it might at this point. I stand up abruptly, and his eyes follow me as I take a step back, turning towards the stage.
Raising my bloody fingers to my mouth, I suck them clean for all those Alpha assholes in the crowd who enjoy the pain of others.
Sick fucks. I mean, of course I do, but that’s different.
I was reborn from pain. I enjoy the pain inflicted on the Alpha and Beta men I hunt for their equally sick and dirty crimes.
Might as well just call me Lady Fucking Justice.
I turn back to O and notice his lust is blazing as bright as mine right now.
Beckoning him to me, I stride towards him as he stands, my wicked smile in place again to show him he is about to have one hell of a night.
I run my fingers back through his bloody chest and lean up a bit, as this fucker appears to be a goddamn giant even with me in fucking heels.
Lowering my voice, even though I know no one else can hear us, I say, “You have five minutes to have your cock buried deep inside my cunt, or I will find another eager fucker to get the job done. "
He doesn’t seem excited about my words as his eyes flash with danger or maybe jealousy for even threatening to get another Alpha to fuck me right now. My wicked smile turns seductive as I crook my finger for him to follow me back to the stairs and toward the private room’s hallway.
I look over my shoulder and wink at O for still being a good boy and following the rules. “You better be a good fuck or you’ll be leaving here with more than that little scratch on your chest.”
I hear him murmur something that sounds like, "I better be," but don’t bother to stop and ask. I’m on a mission to get my kitty scratched, and I have a feeling it might be one of the best fucks of my life.