He stared at her. Tied to the bed and blindfolded. He could already tell that she was aching for him. She kept writhing whenever he moved. Trying to figure out where he was from the sound of his footsteps. She would never figure it out of course. He was toying with her.he had stayed in one place and used a recorded sound of footsteps. He wanted her to think that she had got one over on him, when really he was playing her all along. He took one step towards the bed, in time with the steps that he had her listening out to. She would never know that he was now standing over her, gazing down at her body. Noticing the small droplets of sweat that she now had on her. He chuckled to himself. Knowing that in an hour or so she would be begging him for more. He pulled the blade from his back pocket. Unsheathed it. Held it close to her face before finally letting the blade rest on her cheek. She gasped. Not expecting to feel something cold on her face. He hushed her with a touch of his fingers to her lips. He ran the blade down her face, reaching her neck. She breathed in, trying not to make it obvious how scared she was. He chuckled again. Silently begging his princess to lean her neck into the blade. He carried on dragging the blade down her body. Stopping lightly by her nipples, her belly button before taking the tip of the blade to her clit. She gasped again. Unable to hold it in fully that time.
“now now princess. No need to be scared. This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” He said. His voice like silk to her ears. She nodded in agreement. He ran the blade down her soft lips. Hearing her breathing become more laboured. He pulled the tip away, slick with her juices. No matter how scared she acted on the outside, her soaked pussy always gave her away. He brought the tip up to her lips. Let her taste herself, revel in the pleasure that she was getting. Tonight was going to be the night that he marked her, although she wasn’t to know that yet.
She had looked stunning before they got to their room. A pretty picture in pink. Everyone had told him how much they wanted to get their hands on her. But that night, everything she did was for him. The way she moved, the way she talked and flirted with people, was all for his pleasure. No-one else but him would be taking her home that night. He let the blade rest on her chest. Letting her feel the weight of it there. Knowing that it wasn’t going to be over for a long time yet. He slid his hands round her throat. The shock of it meant that she couldn’t draw in one last breath. He whispered that this was it in her ear. He was going to end her. He could see the smile play across her lips. He could feel her body starting to go limp. He could feel her struggling for air beneath his hands. How desperately she wanted to breathe. How much she wanted to fight back and how much she wanted to give in. When he let go of her throat, she managed to splutter a breath into her body. His fingers immediately went to her wet dripping pussy. Sliding his fingers in her sweet pussy before she could refuse. She gasped at that. Her body rising from the bed in pleasure as she reacted to his fingers inside of her. He could are lady feel how close she was to coming, but he knew that he was going to make her wait. He reluctantly pulled his fingers from out of her. She moaned and pouted, desperately wanting for him slide those magic fingers back inside her tight wet pussy. She would have those fingers inside her again soon enough. Just after he had marked what belonged to him. He took the knife from her chest again and slowly slid it down her body. Her breathing was more relaxed now. He could see the little smile on her face that said to him that she was exactly where she needed to be.
“did you enjoy that my whore?” She nodded a silent happy nod. “oh we have got so much more to come haven’t we?” With the tip of the knife on her breast again, he straddled her. Knocking the wind out of her once again. He leaned into her ear to whisper, “now my good girl. What kind of message should I leave on you? Hmm? A nice one to let everyone know what a good girl you are, or a filthy one to let everyone know that you are a whore. My whore. My dirty, fucking, pathetic whore”. He paused before saying each word. Knowing exactly how wet she would be getting and the pronunciation of each word. The tone behind it. The fact that she would have realised what is happening and knowing that there will be no escape.
“good girl” she whispered. Biting her lip. Hoping that he would give in to her vulnerability.
“what was that? Use your big girl words”
“good girl please sir”
“hmmm. I don’t know if you have been a good girl though. I think I will go with the other option”
She pouted. In one swift move, he lifted her blindfold off her eyes and put the knife to her throat.
“well that definitely does it. Good girls wouldn’t pout would they? Guess you will have to be branded as a whore.” She tried to protest, but knew that his mind was made up. He could feel her heartbeat underneath him. He could feel is racing knowing what was about to come. Knowing that with this one word, she would be his.
“now now. Where to put it?” He traced the knife down her body again to where he was straddling her. He picked a bit of flesh underneath her breast. “here?” He looked to her for a reaction. She shook her head. He took the knife lower to just above her belly button. “hmm, here?” She looked at him with hope in her eyes. He knew he had found the spot.
“you have got to be still for me babygirl” she nodded in agreement. Her breath slowing. With one last look, and a quick kiss, he dragged the knife into her flesh. She would never forget the burning pain. The quick flashes of hot pain that would cross her mind. She knew there was no turning back. She knew after this that the orgasm he would let her have would be so intense that they would be able to do nothing except lay there and breathe. It didn’t take long for him to finish. He finally got off her and admired his handiwork. He could see tears slowly coming down her face.
“oh my princess, you did beautiful. Didn’t you handle the pain so well. My gorgeous little one” he wiped her tears. Kissed them away from her cheeks. Took the time to stroke her body. She tried to sit up to see the mark that he had left on her, but he pushed her head back down to the bed.
“now, for your reward”
He traced his hand down her body. Traced his finger around her clit. Noticed hw eager and waiting to be touched it was. She gasped when he touched her clit. He chuckled. Knowing how much pleasure she would be in when he got his tongue on her. Knowing how she would writhe and beg for him to fuck her, beg for him to let her cum. How he would revel in her juices. Get to taste her on his tongue. Get to feel her cum on his fingers. Know that she will happily suck them clean. He got her to the brink of orgasm with his fingers. Heard her beg him not to stop. He pulled the blindfold back over her eyes again. He stood up off the bed. Pulled her further down the bed so that her arms were full extended, but her pussy was at the end of the bed. He slid one finger in to her pussy again, and placed his tongue on her clit. He sucked gently, hearing her moan was like music to his ears. Feeling her pull her legs up so he could get deeper inside of her. Knowing that it would not be long until she came. He could hear her breathing getting shallower. He could feel her rocking against him. He hooked his finger to reach her g-spot and she couldn’t hold back. She screamed as she came. Still writhing her body on his finger trying to get as much pleasure as possible. His tongue still working on her clit. Her body convulsing as she finally let go of the orgasm that she had been holding in. He finally pulled back and slowly undid his trousers. She heard the sound of the zip and knew what was coming next. She opened her legs as far as they would go. Smiling at the thought of finally being fucked by him. He slammed himself into her. Her moans of pleasure turning to a slight moan of shock at the force that he had entered her. He placed his hands back around her throat. Watched as she bit her lip, enjoying the sensation of the rough fuck that she was getting. He slammed himself into her again. He knew that he was not going to be able to last long,. Her wet pussy surrounded his cock, pulling him deeper in every time. He slammed into her again. His hands tight around her throat. His lips going down to her ear.
“come for me you dirty fucking whore” he let go of her throat and she breathed and screamed one last time as he slammed into her. He felt her cum and squirt on him,. He could feel and see her body convulsing. Every movement taking more and more energy out of her. He slammed into her one more time and with a growl he came. Filling her, owning her, marking her again as his.
He wanted to take a photo of her like that. sweaty, hot, covered in light scratch marks and dried blood. Her wet pussy filled with his cum. She was still breathing hard when he took the photo. The smile still across her lips. He took a photo of the mark that he had left on her. The proof that he owned her. His whore. His property./ and now marked. With just one word. Mine. |
