Chapter 47 Azrael #2
I think she liked it when I cursed. I think it sent a thrill through her just like the idea of women cursing.
Breaking the laws, bending the rules. A whore for rebellion just as she was a whore for pain.
“What you need, little sinner,” I said, releasing one leg to undo my pants and pull my cock out, “is something more than scars.” I pushed her knees back until they touched the bed at her waist. I moved forward and slowly shoved my cock into her, watching her body react to it.
The panting.
The moaning.
The heaving.
She shook and whimpered, tears, snot, and drool dripping into her hairline, her new scars glowing. All mine.
This was all mine.
I shoved my hips forward and she cried out.
I grabbed her knees and shoved them up towards her chest slamming into her wet, greedy cunt, watching as her body arched and shivered, reacting to mine. She pulled at the chains, her legs tightening, her head leaning back into the pillows, revealing her long, porcelain neck.
She groaned, her entire body tightening around mine as I fucked her so hard, the bed scraped along the ground.
Seconds later, she collapsed, her eyes finding mine, her face flushed, sweat coating her brow. Her attention only lasted half a second before her eyes fell to her breasts, her fingers moving aimlessly.
I didn’t need her words to know what she wanted.
I lifted my hand and slapped her right breast hard, her body jerking, her eyes rolling.
I slapped it again, and again, my thrusts faster, the bed groaning its disagreements.
If I had to break a bed, then so be it.
I pulled out and flipped her hips over to the right, shoving her knees up towards her breasts, forcing the upper half of her body to remain exactly the way it was.
She whimpered, trying to adjust herself because I’m sure it wasn’t easy on the burn on her back to be twisted around like this, but I didn’t care.
I shoved my cock back in, her body shuddering in response. “My divine doll,” I growled, feeling her cunt tighten around me again.
I dug my nails into her thighs and lifted my hand again, slapping her again, over and over until her tit was cherry red, and then I grabbed her nipple between my fingers, twisted and pulled.
That was all she needed to find another orgasm.
She was heaving, body shaking, but I needed more. I craved more and she was my willing sacrifice.
I pulled out the small knife I had tucked in my pocket. It was black with Sinner engraved into the blade in red. A gift just for her.
I pulled it out of the sheath and tossed the sheath away before returning my attention to her, my cock throbbing painfully inside of her. “Let’s add some color to your skin.”
Her eyes locked with mine.
I pushed her left thigh towards her stomach, flattening out my canvas before digging the tip of the sharpened blade into her perfect skin.
She groaned, shaking uncontrollably. I could force as many orgasms out of her as I liked, and her body always took it.
Two days ago, I managed to get to eight over the course of three hours before she fainted and wasn’t able to wake back up.
It was the third time she had fainted too, so I couldn’t blame her body for shutting down so fully on me, it was natural.
Of course, I wasn’t going to go that far tonight, but it wasn’t a truly successful session unless I forced her body to shut down at least once.
This new scar was in remembrance of her new sisters. Whether or not the three of them accepted her wouldn’t change the fact that they were her new family. Scarlett deserved a new family. One she could count on.
The first little symbol I carved was a little Queen chess piece. The next was ‘XOXO’, and the last was a little snowflake. She didn’t make it all the way through that one before she came again.
I lifted the bloody blade when I was done and ran my tongue up the length of it, licking up every last drop of her beautiful crimson blood before I tossed it to the side and slid my hands across the new wounds.
She was shaking, but I could feel the exhaustion setting in. She was close to fainting.
I spread the blood across her thigh, gripping her before I started fucking her again, that blood dripping down towards my cock, spreading across her thighs.
Fuck, it was beautiful. Her lifeblood, the very same blood on my wrist, pouring from her, dripping onto my cock, returning right back into her warm, wet cunt.
“Divine beauty wrapped up in a perfect little whore,” I growled, finding her face.
But her eyes had closed, her hands purple and lifeless, and her head was now hanging to one side. I truly had full control now. She gave it all up to me. She trusted me enough for that—
I groaned, slamming into her, my cock exploding deep inside her.
I pulled out several seconds later, my heart pounding as the semen and blood dripped from her perfect cunt.
I fell back on my heels and watched it, mesmerized by it. My hand suddenly started moving of its own accord, lips parted, heart beating in my ears. I slid my fingers just inside of her, swiped up some of our beautiful mixture and brought it up to eye level.
She was everything.
I slid the two fingers across my tongue, my eyes rolling at the taste. “Fuck,” I moaned, my cock throbbing again.