Page 12 of Their Darkest Desire

“Hmm, perfect,” he mumbles to himself as he lifts the blade from my skin and starts to lick the wound, sucking on it.

Why is this so hot? He's literally sucking my blood right now after he fucking cut me.

A muffled moan leaves me. I can feel his tongue against my skin and a shiver goes through me. I think I’m losing my mind.

He lifts his gaze to mine, his eyes darkened and dangerous, looking like I’m his to use however he sees fit. Like he owns me. I’m not sure how it’s making me feel. He’s doing all these depraved things to me and instead of fighting him, all I seem to want to do is give him everything he wants as long as he keeps going.

“You're enjoying this too much. If I were to push my cock into your tight pussy, will I find it ready and wanting?” He doesn’t wait for my reply and moves his hand down to my core, brushing his finger in between my lips, slowly dipping the tip of his finger in.

“Hmm, so wet. Ready to beg for me yet?”

I shake my head; no way I’m giving in. He is NOT winning this. He raises his eyebrow as if to challenge me and pushes his fingers fully inside me. If this is hell, I don't ever want to leave again.

I feel so full, yet not full enough –I need more of him!

His thumb starts to rub my clit and all the while he curls his fingers inside me, moving them almost violently now. I scream it out in my gag. My body tenses as the pressure builds back up, but then he pulls his fingers away and a sudden feeling of loss floods me. I’m so frustrated! Why does he keep doing this?

I try to yell through the stupid gag. I know it won’t do anything, but it feels good to get the anger out somehow.

He moves away and picks the knife back up, only this time he brings it towards my pussy. My breath hitches as he opens my lips with the tip of the blade. He moves it so precisely, so carefully not to cut me, and presses the tip on my clit.

A soft whimper leaves me and his eyes darken at the sound. This man is going to kill me from lack of orgasm. What a way to die!

He moves the blade, cutting me, and brings his mouth to suck on the wound again.

I have absolutely zero control over the animalistic noises that leave while he licks and sucks over the wound.Oh, what has become of me?

He gives my lip one last suck as he looks back up at me, the corner of his mouth lifted and he raises his brow again. I look back at him in defiance. He will not win this.

“You're not being a very good girl now, are you? Denying me and yourself the release we need. I should punish you for that.” He moves his fingers over my pussy lips again and lifts them up for me to see. A mixture of blood and arousal coats them and he licks his fingers clean in front of me like it's a delicacy.

“Hmm, your arousal tastes so good, princess. Do you want more? All you need to do is beg me. I’ll take good care of you.”

I shake my head again, a tear leaking from my eyes down my cheek. He looks at the tear and moves over me, pushing his hard cock against my raging core. He brings his face to mine while rubbing himself on me, and licks the tear off my cheek.

“I don’t know what tastes better, your tears or your come.”

He’s deranged, but I think I might be too. I shouldn’t like this but I do. The more he does to me, the more I need. I feel like caving in, but what will become of me once I do?

Panicky short breaths are crawling up my throat and I can’t get any proper air with this gag in my mouth. Felix rips the tape from my lips and pulls the cloth out. His hand grabs my chin roughly. “Breathe, I’m not done with you yet.” His hand on my chin tightens “You know what to do.”

He looks at me with an expression that shows how much he wants to break me. It says he needs me to give in like he needs air.

“I–I can’t,” I say weakly. I can’t show him how much I need him. I’m just a toy to play with until he grows tired of it and then moves on to the next one. It’ll only hurt me in the end.

“Why not?”

Anger seeps out of him as his face contorts. He moves away from the bed and pulls out an electrical wire from the floor. Did he bind me with that?

He goes to my feet and loosens the wire around it, he then goes to the other side, releasing the other from its bonds too. A breath leaves me as hope flickers up. Is he going to release me? His hands grab both of my ankles, pushing them down into the mattress and my hope turns into dust. What is he going to do to me now?

I try to kick at him, but he's stronger as he pushes both of my feet down on the bed. He binds them together with the wireand then grabs my waist, turning me on my back. My arms are crossed and the stretching burns badly.

He leans his full weight on me so I can't move back up and ties both of my ankles to one side of the bed. I scream into the pillow my head is currently pressed against and I move it to the side so I don’t die from lack of oxygen.

He removes his body from mine, lessening the feeling of suffocation and anxiety. I don’t know what he is going to do, but I’m not sure I want to.

I hear some ruffling and then footsteps coming closer again. I can’t see him, but I can hear him, and it's making me feel scared but at the same time alive too. And then a sharp sting burns my skin.

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