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"Ngh," "hah," "mph," "ack! augh, nnh, ngh, mmn..."
"Really enjoying yourself, are we?" His voice is gruff.
"Mmph-! Gh, yeah. Fuck, I love this."
"I know you do, darling," he said as he inserted another finger into your hole, adding intensity to his rhythmic thrusts. "Is that good?"
"Ah- hah, like you've ever given a shit."
"Good point," you sense him smirk behind your back, one hand firmly gripping your ass, trimmed nails lying peacefully on the surface of your wounded skin. Your back is arched, your hair aching to be pulled, yourself too in control of your own head and needing to be dragged around like a dog on a leash.
"Weasel."
"Yeah?" you manage to whimper through the tuft of blanket stuffed between your teeth. His voice is commanding, cold; giving you ice burns. Perhaps, somewhere deep inside, there was a sliver of loving inside that voice, but you doubted it. The mere thought of it was taboo, and contradicted every aspect of your dynamic. There was simply no point in questioning the very basis of your relationship with It.
"Red or silver?" A giddy pang of excitement hits you as you realize what's the next course. You can already feel the cold blade against your neck, your arms, your lower back, chilled further by the fear of your lover slipping up. You knew he sensed it too, his rough strokes quickening inside your watering asshole. But the guy was impatient, even though it was completely his fault you were incapacitated, your body forgetting how to do anything except be a submitting doll; your larynx doing nothing but call like a primal whore.
"Red. Or. Silver." You knew he was biting back the word "Bitch." to maintain his prissy, holier-than-thou image.
"S-augh! kh- fuck! silver," you half-yelled out of desperation.
"Good boy," He leaned down, his smooth, muscular body brushing against your bruised one, his lips a millimetre away from yours, and he let out a long, cold breath that trailed your entire torso in one go. "Good, good, boy..." His words were slow, almost a drawl, but he was absolutely drilling your cunt, each thrust poking your prostate, each burning friction felt like fire in the best way possible. His thumb reaches for your clit, rubbing in circles, erasing any sense of self-control you had as your moans got louder and louder. Every tortured nerve screaming as ecstasy gushed to your hoarse throat; both of you could tell it was coming, the white voiding of your mind:
You cum.
You blank out, unable to make a simple sound, unable to breathe. Seconds later you're left gasping for air like a fish out of water, raw sensuality whirlpooling inside your body ready to be relieved as you take a deep, agonizing breath. You're overcum with emotions, panting like a dog pushed to its limits; heaving from your overloaded senses as every nerve in your brain had snapped. He notices how much your chest is moving up and down, and so cruelly, he bends down again to put his tongue to your left nipple. His fangs grazing against it, tongue coiling around it as if you weren't already a wet, sobbing mess.
He grabs your wrists loosely and put them over your head, strands of white hair falling over his face as he looks down at you. "Stay here."
You're too exhausted to respond; he knows you won't do anything anyway- or rather, you can't do anything. Wow, you're hopelessly horny.
"Hah..."
Through your tear-blurred vision, you watch him leave the room. Messy, but still fully dressed, a subtle reminder of his power over you. He closes the door, and you're left in complete darkness.
You can't fucking wait.