Page 80 of Hard to Judge

My groan rumbles between us.

“I want you on your period, Hailey. I want to pound your pussy. I want you to bathe my dick in your blood. I need to hear the squelch of your wet cunt and watch you paint me red.”

“Sweet fucking Christ.” My legs quiver, so near orgasm, and my pants aren’t even off yet.

How can he make something so horrid sound so hot?

“I want you to mark me, Hailey. Stain me. Ruin me for everyone else except him.” His teeth scrape along my jaw.

“Will I mark him too?” I have no idea where the bold notion comes from, but it only seems right.

“Yes.” His wet lips slide along mine, and he nips at the corner of my mouth. “Stained and ruined. Just like me.”

When my hips jerk forward and the sound of my pants being mutilated fills the air, I don’t cringe or panic. I revel in the freedom.

The point dances over the lace of my panties, and then the material falls away.

Hota crouches low. Two fingers spread my pussy wide. The tip stings its way over my most sensitive flesh.

“Please, do it.” I can’t take an ounce more anticipation. I’m wound so tight. I’m going to split apart.

“Not yet.”

I’m about to argue, but his lips clamp onto my exposed clit.

My knees buckle. The straps at my wrists go tight, holding me up. It’s a good thing because his tongue lashes out, catching the tender bundle of nerves. He licks and lashes and sucks, shoving me higher and higher, winding me impossibly tighter.

The crash is inevitable. Just a few more…

“Fucking! Fuck!” I sob and thrash against the bonds, a wild animal in captivity. Tears streak my face and not for the reason I thought they would when I entered this room.

His tongue licks a circle around my swollen pussy lips. “I want to eat you while your cunt bleeds, Hailey.”

“Then make it fucking bleed!”

His big hand presses against my belly, calming me instantly. He stands slowly. “I would never cut your perfect pussy. It would spoil all our fun. I will cut you here.” He drags a finger over my right breast in two lines. “Two cuts. Are you ready?”

My head is bobbing before he’s even finished. “Yes, please, Hotaru. I’m ready.”

The sting is quick, almost cold.

As promised, he cuts two even lines over my breast.

“They won’t scar, but they will bleed.”

Tears soak my face, but I’m smiling. He can’t see it, but I’m ready for him too. I’m ready to see the blood and see him.

More than anything, I’m ready to fuck him or rather be fucked by him.

“Lights, please.”

The sound of metal hitting the floor sings, and then his hands are on my face, cradling my cheeks.

“You are so brave, sunshine.” He kisses my cheeks, my nose, and my brows.

“I want to see it and you,” I plead, more ready than I ever thought possible.

“Close your eyes.”

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