Page 40 of Cut Me Down

She was so fucking wet. Practically dripping, and I know it was all for me. The way she watched as the blood glided down our bodies was a sight to behold. It mesmerized her. She’ll never admit that violence turns her on. Not with her past, and it’s most likely not all violence. She’s seen enough of it. I have a hunch that it’s when the act is carried out in her honor that it turns her on. I may have to explore this hypothesis. Somehow find a way to test my theory without deterring her completely.

I look down at her sleeping form again, and I almost feel bad for not waking her up first. Not knowing if she’ll wake up in a PTSD induced panic.

Almost.

She’s already mostly in the position I need her in, on her stomach, arms curved and crossed above her head. One of her legs is bent, so all I need to do before tightening these is get her other leg bent, which doesn’t seem like it will be much of a problem with the weight of her sleep.

I loop the straps around both wrists and both ankles, careful not to tighten them to the point of cutting off her circulation. The next thing I do is tighten the hold on her arms, pulling them cross with one another to tighten her shoulder blades. Then as I manage to get her other leg bent, it sticks her plump, tight ass in the air, and I tie two more straps around her legs, right above the knees, and tie them to the bed above her. With those and the scarfs around her ankles tightened to the bottom of the bed, she couldn’t lower her ass if she tried.

My skin tingles as I admire her beauty from above her. Staring at her sweet cunt that only seemed to get wetter the more I touched her. She went to bed only wearing a T-shirt again, but nothing else. The fabric slid down as I propped her ass up to show that there was no thong to get in my way this time, and I have a feeling it was purposeful.

She may not trust me, but my little wolf is curious about me. I could tell from her longing looks and reaction this morning that she feels the same soul-crushing pull I do. Maybe not thesamepull, I know and feel how unhinged my feelings towards her are. She just doesn’t know how to embrace it like I have yet.

I'll show her.

I undress myself before I crawl on top of her. Slowly kissing her exposed cheek and moving down to her neck before I start biting and sucking. Leaving my marks over the areas that aren’t covered by bruises. The sight of them causes my chest to heat with anger, but I shove that down. Knowing that in this moment, there’s nothing I can do about it, and that I’ve already taken care of the threat on her life. Soon enough, only my marks will show on her body, and I seep into that feeling of pride.

Taking a moment to inhale her sweet scent and calm my racing nerves, I move my hands over her tightened, toned body. Tracing over every curve and dip. Allowing my hand to slip under her shirt to feel the bare skin there as well. The more I touch her, the more I feel that shaky desire to bury my cock in her. I press myself against her, and my hardened, strained cock grazes her sweet folds, gracing me with the feelings of her already wet cunt.

After more of my sharp, biting kisses, she begins to groggily stir. It’s only a moment before I feel her body stiffen, and then I feel her jerk on the straps and begin to fight to get out of them. She starts to tremble, and a groan slips from her lips. I move my warm breath back up to her ear. Grazing the shell of it as I run my hand up and down her side.

“It’s just me, little wolf. Relax, it’ll feel much better that way.” I whisper to her, and the moment she hears my voice, her body relaxes. Slightly.

“Damien…” I can’t contain the shaky breath that flees my lungs at the sound of my name on her tongue.

“That’s right, baby. I'm right here.” Moving my hand down to her pussy and gliding my fingers into her tight walls, I can’t help but groan at the amount of natural lubrication she’s prepared for me. My breath hitches as I feel her walls clench around my fingers, and I can’t help the deeper sound that escapes me. Flying past my lips with ease. The whimper that slips from her mouth in response makes my cock twitch. “Fuck, baby girl. I love how wet you get for me. You're so needy for me.” She begins trying to pull on the straps again, and I’m questioning if she’s trying to escape or testing how much she can move.

“Damien, my birth control doesn’t start working for a week.” She says to me, almost hesitantly. As if she's afraid that’ll cause me to withdraw, but I curl her hair into my hand and yank back, lifting her head just enough to stare into her eyes.

I should care, but I can already picture it. Her stretched womb protruding from her stomach, the raging hormones making her as feral for me as I am for her, and how she would radiate with a glow as I look at her. I shouldn’t want that yet, Iknowthat, but these feelings are something I’ve never experienced. They’re taking over every piece of me, and I can’t stop the force they barrel into me with. The need to claim and own her in every way imaginable is like an incurable sickness. Infecting every cell in a body that’s only weak for her.

I won’t tamper with her birth control. Yet. She’ll need to adjust to the idea of us first.

“That doesn’t faze me at all, little wolf. One day, I'll see your stomach swell as you carry my child. It doesn’t matter to me how soon.” I proclaim in a dominating tone, and I watch as her eyes go wide.

“Damien…” Regardless of her pleas, I sit up between her legs and lift her ass up as high as the straps let me, which is high enough so her vaginal entrance meets my cock. My hands press hard against her back and run down so I can feel how tight the restraints are stretching her smooth muscles. How tight her muscles feel right now, is how tight her pussy feels around my cock, and it’s breathtakingly irresistible. I'm starving for her. The rumble deep enough in my chest that I can feel it in my throat.

I run my length against her folds, savoring the feel of her slickness, and she ever so slightly nudges back to take in the feeling. My hand is still grazing her back, feeling the newly risen goosebumps. Her mind is probably asking herself why she likes this from a stranger. Little does she know that I'm not a stranger anymore, and I’m not really sure I ever was. Strangers don’t feel connected like we do.

I run my length along again, coating my cock in her arousal and I feel her entrance contract, like it’s signaling for me to enter. Clawing at me and trying to pull me in. A deep desperate growl that escapes my lips causes her to shiver. The feeling of that beneath me makes my balls tighten, and I almost can’t stop myself from immediately plunging into her sweet cunt as I line myself up with her.

“Your pussy is ready for me, little wolf. Are you?” Not really caring for her answer, I ram myself home inside her, and holy mother of God, she’s so fucking tight. Her cunt squeezes me almost to the point of pain, and I can feel how her walls contract and then move to stretch and accommodate my wide girth.

The moan that she releases is from pain, but it’s majorly pleasure. Her head jerks back up, elongating her neck as the sound forces its way out. Her eyes get heavy at my intrusion, and the way her lips part as she slightly licks them pulls at my gut. I move my hand from her back and grip her hip. Determined to leave as many of my marks on her as I can, while my other hand kneads her perfectly round and full ass.

I watch as I slowly remove my cock from her, admiring the slick as I pull all the way out before driving it back in again. Her pussy clamps down a second time. So hard that I'm having to force my length inside of her one inch at a time.

“God damn, Ashia, I can barely fit.” I pull out and push in again. She gasps lightly before another whimper makes its way out, and it fuels me. Her hands tighten around the straps and the thought of her nails on my back again makes me tremble. My desire and lust for her growing with every howl that escapes her mouth.

Watching her intensely, she tries to raise up a little and push herself back against my cock. The straps only allowing her to go so far. Making it clear that she wants more.

“Relax your torso, baby.” I use the hand that was on her ass and push down on her shoulders gently. She does as I ask and melts the top half of her body to the bed. Her trapezius and latissimus dorsi muscles are taut and stretched, which is going to allow her to feel every thrust from me deep within her bones. I’ll settle there for eternity, seeped into her marrow. “You’re so good for me, baby girl. Do you want more of me?” She nods and loudly swallows, refusing to say it out loud. Determined not to willingly let me in and give into me completely.

Wrong choice.

“Beg me for it.” I feel her breaths stutter as I begin to remove myself. I'll never stop fucking her, but she doesn’t have to know that.

“Please, Damien.” I could come right now from my name rolling off her tongue, feeling my body begin to tense under the sweet notes of her voice.

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