Page 208 of Doubts & Fears

I carefully pressed the sharp edge of my blade into the delicate skin right above the crack of her ass, making a cut. She hissed, and I stood fascinated as the blood trickled down her cheeks.

Her eyes closed. “Mark me again,” she begged, sounding euphoric. The relief was evident in the serene look on her face.

I pulled her body against mine and brought the handle of the blade around her stomach. The sharp edge of it glided against the top of her mound as I made an identical cut on the front of her.

She shuddered and moaned against the sensation. Flipping the blade, I held the steel part in my hand and traced the handle down her body. I dipped it between her legs, feeling her shiver, then stroked her clit, teasing her.

“You can’t do it, can you?” She sounded so broken.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t fuck you with the full handle of my blade. And I don’t think you understand what you’re asking of me.” My voice matched her pain.

“I don’t want you to fuck me with the handle, and I know exactly what I’m asking you. Cut me again, deeper this time.” Her desperation to feel something other than the brokenness startled me.

I dropped my blade and stepped away. She let out a frustrated sigh as her shoulders sagged. Her eyes burned as she turned around, and something in me broke. I slammed her back against the wall, almost knocking the wind out of her.

I gathered her hands once more, yanked them hard, and ground them into the concrete blocks, scraping them. She stood on her tiptoes. I lowered my sweats and eased my cock between her thighs.

“Is this what you want?”

She sucked in her breath, and a brief hesitation passed in which I went to war, screaming at myself to stop.

“Yes,” she said with a nod of her head.

I lost all sense of reason, and slipped my cock down toward her swollen pussy, positioning myself at her entrance. She tensed up against the tip. My god, she was tiny. I was massive between her thighs, but I didn’t push in. Instead, I played with her, teasing her with my fingers.

“Blade, why can’t you do it?”

A spark of defiance flickered in her eyes, challenging me. I held her in place for several minutes. When she couldn’t hold her position any longer, she lowered her shaking legs, resting her feet flat on the floor. Tears coursed down her cheeks.

Leaning in, I kissed her, stroking her clit. Her body surrendered under my touch and grew wetter. It coated my fingers, and her pussy loosened its grip on the tip of me.

With my foot, I shoved her legs further apart, and my eyes held hers as I thrust shallowly inside her. She winced, letting me know it hurt, so I pulled back. I kissed her once more, and her hands flew to my forearms, gripping me tightly.

“Do it, hurt me,” she demanded, her voice full of rage and pain.

Losing myself to the madness we both created, I said, “Ask and ye shall receive.”

With a sharp thrust forward, I pushed all the way in. She cried out, her body coiled tight. Her pussy clenched around me, and I wanted to roar at the sheer narrowness. Unable to hold back, I pulled back out and drove into her again, harder this time. With each thrust, a more sadistic side of me emerged.

“Again,” she screamed, and I accommodated her, this time harder than the last.

She cried out in pain, pushing her pussy against my cock, and a savage beast was unleashed. I was completely out of control, and nothing could stop me. I pounded her against the wall, over and over. Tears coursed down her cheeks. I hated myself at that moment, and I hated her as well.

I let her taunt me, and in doing so, I destroyed us. This was not how it was supposed to be. Yet I couldn’t stop. Her back scraped against the wall with each thrust. I nipped her neck, my teeth leaving soft marks along the way. My hips pistoned in and out of her as I tore into the tender flesh between her legs.

Her breath was fast, raspy, and full of pain. My insides were knotted, my gut twisted. My own lungs felt constricted as I realized I was holding my breath. Another hoarse, croaked wail ripped from her throat at my violent intrusion. A tremor raced along my spine, and I squeezed my eyes shut to distance myself from this act.

“It hurts, Ivan, no more. I can’t take it. Don’t hurt me anymore, please,” she choked.

I shook my head to clear it, but it didn’t work. How many times had she said it? I didn’t know because I was too far gone. No longer on the same planet as she was.

She reached out her hand and caressed my tattoo. That was all it took for reality to rush back. My balls drew up, my cock slammed into her once more, and I came with a roar.

Our eyes locked, and the pain and shock staring back gutted me. A sound, guttural and inhuman, erupted from my chest and tore out through my throat.

She flinched in fear, as if she expected me to hit her next, and that look hurt more than any blade could. Her limp legs barely gripped me anymore.

Minutes passed while she sobbed. Her body hung limply in my arms. Her tears wet my chest, and I heaved, trying to get my breathing under control.

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