Chapter 42 Scarlett #2
My hair fell in waves down to the stone floor, pooling on the platform in beautiful waves of near black and snow-white. My neck was long, my jaw soft, my breasts falling towards my neck, nipples pink.
My eyes returned to find themselves. Hazel. They were hazel. My mother’s eyes had been blue-green. I didn’t look anything like her, not even a little bit.
I felt my eyes burn just as Azrael came into view. “Do you like how you look in the mirror, Scarlett?”
I found his eyes, feeling the tears slip down into my hairline. I didn’t look anything like her, and I was relieved.
He crouched down to the right of my head, watching the tears drip. “Those won’t be the only ones that will fall tonight,” he told me almost threateningly. He found my eyes, that chill filling his ocean eyes, his pupils so wide, I saw the lunar eclipse.
He turned towards my right hand and grabbed something underneath it, the sound of a chain meeting my ears.
I looked over, seeing a chain bolted to the stone on the far corner of the platform. At the other end of it was a thick metal cuff lined in leather.
He wrapped it around my wrist, stretching my right side out, and buckled me in.
My eyes widened in panic, my body shaking in need.
He stood and walked over to my left side, putting my left wrist in the same shackle, the bracelet resting against it, adding an extra weight to that arm.
I released a breath, pulling at the restraints, feeling the muscles and joints in my upper body stretching tight. There was almost no give at all. They pulled against my hands, cutting off most of the blood supply, causing my fingers to go tingly within seconds.
Azrael walked around the other side, and I tried to lift my head to watch him, but I couldn’t. All I could do was look at the slightly angled mirror, watching him kneel at the left corner of the platform and wrap my ankle in another shackle.
I felt my body stretch tight, my spine elongating, my legs spreading a little more, the chill breeze in the room drifting over my pussy, causing me to shiver violently.
I could feel the cold stone press into my upper back and butt, my thighs digging into the edge of the altar painfully.
When he shackled my right ankle, I could feel my entire body go taut, and, not for the first time, I was glad for all the stretching I had done.
Azrael stood, and I could see him from between my legs, over my curved body, his eyes finding mine in the reflection. “Now is the time we find out if those vocal cords of yours are even capable of making noise anymore.”
I fisted my hands, pulling at the restraints again, the blood rushing to my head. I tried to wiggle, tried to push my legs together, just to relieve the throbbing, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything.
I was at his mercy.
And holy hell if that didn’t make my arousal unbearable.
Azrael took off his vest and started to roll up his sleeves.
“Words you may find yourself wanting to use include, but are not limited to, fuck, God, Azrael, cunt—another word for pussy—and please. You are allowed to use those words and any other word you want, sinning doll, as loud as you want. Cry, scream, beg me to stop, no one will hear you. And if you think that I will go easy on you because you’re a virgin, you are very much mistaken,” he hummed, the feeling of his presence between my legs absolutely otherworldly. “You can take it. I know you can.”
Before I could even come up with a thought to have, I felt his fingers touch where only mine ever had.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his finger slid right into me, my entire body going into shock.
“Look how wet you are,” he hummed as I shook. “Soaking wet just for me.” He pulled his finger out and added another, sliding it in slowly, his other hand sliding up my leg and down my thigh before stopping, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. “Open your eyes,” he said on a half growl.
I hadn’t realized I shut them.
I opened them, tears dripping into my hairline, and found his eyes in the reflection, something feral reflected back.
“I’ve just decided something,” he said, pulling his fingers out and sliding them back in, a shudder running through my core. “I’m going to do everything in my power to make those little vocal cords inside you hum, sinner of mine, and trust me, my power knows no bounds.”
He started sliding his fingers in and out of me, my cunt wrapping around them as they hit that little bundle of nerves with each stroke.
I couldn’t breathe, my entire body shaking as I tried to move my hips, wanting him to move faster. Just a little faster.
“Look at you, you needy little doll. Look how I pull your tight little strings,” he sang in approval.
I groaned breathlessly, pulling at the restraints, my body on fire, my stomach buzzing. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Everything was alive and electric. It buzzed and snapped and popped, and I needed more.
“That’s it,” he purred. “Enjoy this, because it’ll be the only one you get for free.”
I couldn’t hear him over the blood rushing to my ears. Spots danced in front of my eyes, my lungs freezing as my entire body went taut. I felt my pussy clamp around his fingers before the end shattered through me violently.
It was better than any orgasm I had experienced in the last two weeks. What I gave myself could never compare. He knew just where to touch and what to do. I needed more. I had to have more.
He pulled his fingers out a few seconds later, and I collapsed onto the altar, panting as my eyes found his.
Azrael slid his fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling as his tongue ran across his fingers. “Divine,” he sang.
My body hummed in pleasure, drool sliding across my cheeks. Was it wrong that I wanted to taste it too? I wanted to taste what he did to me.
He stepped around me, walking up to my right side, his eyes on my body, ravenous.
He didn’t say a single thing, but the way he looked at me?
I had been watched by so many people. Hundreds and hundreds of them, but I had never been looked at like this.
Like I was a treasure to be coveted, something not to be shared with the world.
He brought his hand up and slapped my breast, causing my body to lurch and a silent moan to escape my lips. It felt so good, the pain. I wanted more of it.
As if he heard me, he slapped my breast again, right on my hardened nipple, tears filling my eyes, my pussy throbbing again.
“Perfect, all of you,” he said to himself.
He stopped next to my head and crouched down, sliding his hand around my throat, the feeling of his skin warm and comforting against mine.
He squeezed tightly, cutting off my air, my head throbbing. “You will never suck another cock again,” he told me, my eyes finding his, my vision going in and out. “Not even mine. That is the only rule I will follow. Everything else is free game and I mean everything. Do you understand me?”
I tried to nod, but I couldn’t. I tried to use my hand, but I couldn’t feel them anymore. In fact, I couldn’t feel my arms or legs at all.
“I can see the agreement in your eyes, little sinner, you don’t have to reply.” His eyes lifted to my chest. “Let’s give you a scar worth showing, hmm?”
He stood, disappearing completely.
I swallowed, already missing his touch. I truly liked when he touched me. I never wanted him to stop.
“You’ll have to cover it until we’re done with our mission, but I can’t help myself, you just look so pretty in red.”
I heard the cabinet door open, my mind working slowly. I wasn’t sure how long I could stay in this position without passing out, but that ache between my thighs was only getting worse. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed him back there. I needed him to touch me and never stop.
A few seconds later, Azrael appeared between me and the mirror.
I blinked slowly as he crouched down, a small knife in his hand. “Don’t faint on me now, little sinner, we have yet to truly begin.”
I swallowed, the saliva building in my mouth. I wish I could talk to him. I wish I could touch him.
I moved my hands, the chains shaking.
Azrael looked over to my right hand. “Do you want to touch me, Scarlett?” he asked, finding my eyes again.
I tried to nod, but I wasn’t sure if I did. My head felt so heavy.
He stood in response; my head now aligned with his hips. “Deep breath. This is not a punishment, but I want it to hurt.”
A second later, a sharp pain exploded across my chest and my body arched, my muscles going tense, a soft whimper leaving my lips as he dragged the knife over and over again across my skin.
Tears flooded down my cheeks, my cunt throbbing.
“There it is,” he hummed, warmth spreading across my chest, “a soft little whimper. Those vocal cords of yours do work. How beautiful.”
I fought against the chains again, trying to force any friction at all between my legs.
Copper accosted my nose, but I already knew he had been cutting me. The blood started streaming down my neck, over my shoulders, towards my ears. I was sure some even streamed towards my hair.
“Look at that,” he whispered, something shifting in his voice. “Look how your blood shines for me.”
I heard a clatter, and my guess was he had dropped the knife, but I couldn’t be sure.
A moment later, I felt his hand press against my chest, sending shocks of warm pain shooting down my spine.
He rubbed one hand and then the other in the cuts he just made, my body trembling from the pain it brought me followed by the undeniable pleasure.
My head was pounding as he walked towards my legs, my body throbbing, and my pussy aching so badly, I thought I was going to faint, although that could have been from the blood pooling in my brain.
I fought weakly against the restraints, a word on my lips I desperately wanted to say. “Please,” I wanted to beg him. “Please, Azrael. Do something. Anything.”
“This is going to hurt because it’s your first time,” he told me gently, a sound I recognized all too well meeting my ears. “But you’ll learn to crave it as much as you crave the orgasms I give you.”
He stepped between my legs again and I watched his hand mess with something before I felt it.
His cock sliding effortlessly into me before the pain erupted around me.
I cried out, the sound foreign and broken.
My entire body tightened as he pushed in, stretching me in a way I had never been stretched before. I felt my cunt tighten around him as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in, a shudder erupting through him.
I whimpered, tears pouring down my cheeks as I found his eyes in the mirror, trying to ground myself. Trying to find some sort of tether as my soul cracked away from me.
“Breathe,” he told me, his voice shaking. “Relax, Scar.”
Scar. Another nickname. Scar. The name of something they had covered my body with. The name of memories, of history. Scar. It was an endearing term. It meant something.
But how could I relax? I had felt so many cocks in my mouth and none of them felt this big. Most of them only hit the back of my tongue, maybe a little deeper sometimes, but this? God, it felt like he was trying to stuff a water bottle into me.
He pulled out again and pushed back in, further, deeper.
I groaned, pushing my hips down, fighting against the restraints, feeling something hit my clit over and over again, sending shoots of pleasure through every nerve while the pain throbbed through me.
Azrael wrapped his hands around my hips, the blood on his hands cold, his fingers digging into my skin. He pushed in, growling, his touch painful. “Fuck,” he snarled.
I groaned, my body electrified. That word sounded so seductive coming from him.
He pulled out to the tip again. “Here’s where it gets painful, Scarlett.”
I thought it was already painful.
“If you faint, I will not stop,” he hummed his growl.
My pussy tightened around him and his eyes rolled. I shouldn’t have liked the idea as much as I did.
“I thought you might,” he mumbled and then shoved himself in.
I cried out, my body jerking as he began a hard and unforgiving rhythm.
I could feel him everywhere all at once, the blood on my skin chilling me.
All I could feel was him. Inside of me, all around me, blood mixing with my tears, the sounds he was making were so beautiful.
The wet slapping, the growling, the moaning. It was everything.
When the orgasm hit me this time, it was wave after wave of pure pleasure, pulling unknown sounds from my chest as the sounds of our arousal filled the room.
I felt a sharp slice in my thigh, but I was starting to feel dizzy, my vision going fuzzy.
Another sharp pain.
And another.
I groaned, trying to buck my hips up, wanting more. I wanted so much more.
Another pain, my pussy clamping, and I felt another orgasm rip through me, followed by a wave of exhaustion.
Spots were dancing in front of my eyes, my vision going dark, my head pounding, drool, blood and tears mixing in my hairline. “Azrael, Azrael, Azrael,” I said over and over again. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Don’t ever stop.”
He grunted, shoving in once, twice, and finally, he stopped, a snarl ripping from his lips, his cock throbbing inside of me.