Page 54 of Ruin

My belly flutters as he sinks his teeth deeper into my neck, the sound of them colliding with the metal shackle making me tremble. Canine teeth sharper and pointier than all the rest. They feel like filed knitting needles; the way they seem to pierce deeper than all the rest. The warm, wet heat of his mouth pulls at my flesh, sucking hard as he bites into me further. It’s like a pop jarring me when he finally breaks skin, my vision flooding white, temples pounding with my pulse at the pain, but I remain silent.

The way it has been conditioned in me by my last owner.

His eyes flash brightly inside my mind and my hands find Charlie’s forearm, clinging onto him, uneven nails like serrated razors burrowing beneath his skin. He grunts against my throat, and hearing him at my back, despite feeling him hammering his way in and out of my body, it feels better.

Good.

Reassuring that it isn’thim.

I breathe in as deep as I can with my neck angled at such a sharp curvature, metal collar cutting in, but I need something else to ground me besides his skin underneath my nails. Metallic smoke, cigarettes, something fresh and clean that I don’t really think is from soap, fills my lungs, and I let his scent keep me tethered.

Relief washes over me in the form of a cold sweat, goosebumps raze across my skin, and my heart thuds almost painfully in my chest. Charlie’s mouth still sucking and pulling on the broken skin of my neck. I go limp in his hold, his breath heavy and panting through his nostrils, skating down the slick skin of my chest.

He bites harder and I think he’ll crack bone if his jaw locks any tighter but I don’t think I care. I’ll let him do anything to me if he holds me sometimes too, then he releases me. Licking up the length of my neck, tongue swirling through the mess he made, up and over the metal of my shackle. I feel the trickle of blood dribbling down my chest as his cock swells inside me, still fucking into me hard and fast, knocking me into the table savagely with every thrust.

Arm still around my waist, his hand comes up, cupping over the entirety of my tiny breast, his finger and thumb plucking at my pert nipple. He bites my earlobe, tip of his nose at the shell of my ear.

“I’m going to fill you so full of cum, Baby Bird,” Charlie whispers into my ear, a shiver tearing its way down my spine. “That you’ll taste me on the back of your tongue when I’m finished with you,” he snarls the words, pressing his bared teeth into my cheek.

My eyes close, nails driving into his arm harder as he jostles my body in his arms, my chain clinking against the concrete flooring. His breath is hot and heavy on my cool, sweat slicked skin, my heart erratic in my chest.

“I’m never letting you go,” he huffs at me, his raspy voice cracked and strained as he fucks into me. “My little Ava,” he groans, and I melt into him, the way he coos my name. “I’m going to fill you with me,” he bites the words out aggressively. “Watch your belly grow big with my babies,” he hisses like he both hates and loves the idea. “That’s what we’re going to do, Baby Bird,” he grunts. “Fill our nest.”

A choked cry lodges in my restricted throat, and I hate that I can’t force the sound out. Desperately wanting to say his name, to tell him to do it. Whatever he wants with me. I have a warped sort of desire to please him. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t care.

His hand drops from my breast to cup my pussy, his fingertips brushing the base of his cock as he continues to thrust in and out of me. The heel of his hand grinds into my clit at the same time he forces two fingers into me, alongside his thick cock.

I bow forward in his hold, but he doesn’t let up, fucking me savagely, his lips going back to the agonising fire of his bite. He lines up his teeth with their bloody indents and rests them there, holding me gently between his jaws. His groan vibrates my bones, warmth rattling around inside my chest, his tongue lapping the wound between his teeth.

“Come for me, my little Ava,” and as he demands it, I feel my belly clench tight. “Such a pretty little baby bird. So good for me,” he murmurs tightly, his hips stuttering, thighs pressing flush with the back of my own. “Come for me,” he snaps, teeth driving back into my new wound, and I come as pain pulses through my temples.

My entire body stiffens, eyes squeezing, breath panting through my nostrils. My cunt clings to him, muscles tightening around his thick, pulsing length. He holds deep inside me, and then his cum is coating my insides, hot, thick ribbons spilling into me with short stuttering thrusts of his hips.

Dragging his teeth over torn skin, the flat of his tongue cleaning up his bite. I can smell it. The blood. Thick iron in my nostrils. Pain in my neck, my shoulder, collarbone, muscle ache hot in my upper back.

But I feel light, knowing he’s calmed. The way his fingers and thumb caress my jaw now with something like reverence, instead of grinding his fingertips into it with a pressure that makes my eyes want to pop free of their sockets.

Charlie’s fingers slide out of me, his cock still buried deep. I lick my dry lips, my eyes closed, body completely at ease in his hold. His other arm comes around me, both of them crossing at my waist, palms coming up to my shoulders, he holds me against him. Burying his face in my neck, his cool cheek pressing to my bite, and it feels so good, a sigh slides between my lips. Charlie stiffens, gripping me tighter, nuzzling behind my ear.

His cock slips out of me, his stance widening. I hear his booted feet shuffling, his hands cradling me to him, manoeuvring his arms, he turns me in his hold slowly. Keeping my numb feet lifted from the floor, until I’m wrapped up in his arms. My limp legs hanging over the crook of his right arm, his left banding around my middle.

Cheek flush to his chest, I listen to his heart beating solidly beneath my ear, his cum slipping out of me, liquid silk coating my inner thighs. He carries me back to my cage, and I’m ready for him to leave me again, a shiver running through me in anticipation of losing his touch.

He crouches low, bending at the knees, folding himself into a squat, and I reach out my hand to find the bars. Drag myself back into the metal crate. But his grip tightens, his breathing a little too harsh and then he’s pushing back up to standing. Returning us to his workbench, and slipping to the floor beneath, his back to one of the wooden legs of the table.

Charlie tucks me in close to him, his chin to the top of my head. A yawn cracks my jaw as my hands come up between us, curling beneath my chin. I blink up at him, his gaze already aimed down, locked on me.

“Sleep now, Baby Bird,” he coos, raspy and thick, his big hands clutching me close. “Such a good girl for me,” he praises, running his long fingers in slow swipes where his hands rest over my skin. “Goodnight, my little Ava.”

His arms tighten around me as I bury my face in his chest. I keep my eyes flicked up, staring at his face, his eye starting to scar now with a wound I gave him. I don’t want to stop looking at him, but my breaths deepen, heart calming, slowing to match his, and I finally let my heavy eyes close.

A figure watches me from a dark corner, sending a chill down my spine. Eyes wide, my bony fingers curled tightly around the cold, slick bars of my cage. I watch the pitch darkness warp and bend around him, like he’s made of the same thing, umbra. One with the shadows and the gloom and the things that go bump in the night.

Sinister.

Terrifying.

My heart picks up pace, fast and hard and loud. It drums in my ears, my pulse a loud thudding, and I squeeze my hands tighter around the condensation slicked metal, but I don’t look away.

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