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“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“I said…” I lean on my forearm, closing my fingers on the end of her butt plug. “Not a word.”
She whimpers when I twist and pull it out of her. Her hands latch on to the bed sheets at her sides. She doesn’t scream. She knows what I want.
Obedience.
And I reward her for it. “Good girl. So quiet for me.”
I fling the plug across the room. It hits one of the glass walls, dropping to the floor with a clunk. Inside the silent home, the noise is loud.
My groan when I shove a finger into Leighton’s asshole is louder.
I stretch her, my fingers sliding in and out of her. While I have the knife pinned to her throat. While her pulse drums wildly and her cries of pleasure make my dick so. Fucking. Hard.
“I’ll paint your body red, little doll.” Careful not to slash her throat, I slip the knife out from under her. “You’ll look so good. Good enough to eat. And I will eat you.”
I’m throbbing at the way she gazes at me, silent and receptive. The sounds coming out of her tell the story of her pleasure. Her doll-like face is what gives me pleasure. My doll.
I remove my fingers from her ass, putting my weight on my hand and straighten. Driven by my depraved fantasies, I press the tip of the knife to her shoulder. Put more pressure on her flesh. Breaking the skin. Drawing blood.
Leighton shivers, gasps. Otherwise, she’s quiet.
Watching the drop of blood flips on a switch inside me.
“Here’s how you’ll never forget about our time here.” A trail of blood appears on her left shoulder. First, I mark her with the letter L, and right next to it, I carve M. “I have our initials etched to your skin, plaything. You’ll have them on you always.”
The gleam of gratitude in her eyes speaks to the monster in me. Her breathy sigh calls for the man to take her.
“Jesus, you’re perfect.” I lower myself onto her, driving my hand under her body to knead her nipple. Grinding my cock between her butt cheeks. “Do you feel me? Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
She gives me one delicious blink.
“You were sleeping just now when I came on your ass.” My hand moves of its own accord, pressing the tip of the knife to Leighton’s shoulder where she can see it. “Thing is, I’m not done. I’m hard again. So fucking hard, and it’s all for you.”
I grab my cock, aligning myself to her tight hole, ready to shove inside her.
“Wait.”
Her plea freezes me in place. She knows better than to deny us and stop me unless—
I flip her on her back, placing my forearms next to her head. Still holding the knife. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You stopped me for nothing?” I warn.
She keeps staring at me. I recognize this look. It’s always there when she’s aroused by my intensity. By my cruelty.
Expecting—no, needing—my harsh side to hurt her.
I’m eager to give her what she’s begging for. I press the knife to her collarbone, and the sharp blade knicks her. I don’t stop there, drawing a horizontal line across the thin layer of skin.
She growls, a little lamb that aches for the vicious wolf.
Discarding the knife, I dip my finger in her blood. It’s not much, barely covering my fingertip.
Doesn’t matter. It’s enough for what I plan for her.
