Page 36 of Possess Us
I look back at her. Her tongue swirls around my thumb, and I know she is daring me. Encouraging me.
‘Your screams belong to me,’ I tell her. ‘Your tears are mine and mine alone, and they taste so sweet.’ I run my tongue up her cheek once more. ‘The scent of your pain fills this body with excitement and need.’ I step closer, no longer able or willing to ignore my erection, and press it in between her legs. The whimper she makes has me ravenous. ‘Ohhh my delicious Little Sacrifice. I beg of you. Give me more. Give me all you can before your body falls limp, your soul breaks, and your heart shatters into as many pieces as the bones I have crushed in your hand.’
She reaches over, her unbroken hand snatching a knife from the tray nearby.
When the guards come to stop her and protect their client, I hold up my hand to stop them, never looking away.
‘And what do you plan on doing with that, my Sacrifice?’
‘I plan on worshipping you.’
She hands me the knife. My fingers slowly wrap around the handle.
I think I just fell in love.
I grip her hips and flip her over, pressing her face into the steel table with one hand and lifting the hem of her skirt with myother, bunching it around her hips and exposing her adorable backside.
She takes a shuddering breath, no doubt hating that she is now on full view to a group of blood thirsty fuckers.
I take off my belt. She hears me and clenches, readying herself.
Oh, the anticipation is as sweet as the pain to come.
SMACK!
‘JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!’ She sobs as the leather belt strikes her ass.
I deliver another hard blow. She screams so hard her voice suddenly cuts off.
So much glorious pain.
SMACK!
I strike the tops of her thighs.
SMACK!
Across her back.
She lies there limp, her legs dangling with two broken ankles. Her hand twisted and mangled by her head. And the welts on her skin rising to the surface.
She can’t take much more.
If I’m to take possession of this vessel completely and master my powers in this realm, I need her pain. All of it. Just this once. Then, a lifetime and more of showing her just how beautiful pain can be.
‘Stay awake for me, Sweet Sacrifice,’ I encourage, walking to her side, my head tilted to the side as I look at her slumped and done. ‘You can take more, can’t you?’ Her eyes follow me. ‘Tell me you want more.Begme for more.’ The pad of my thumb runs along her lower lip. ‘Beg. Beg me to hurt you. To make your blood slip through my fingers. To hear your flesh rip. To-’
‘Hurt me more,’ she whispers, utterly lost. Succumbed and defeated. ‘I beg of you.’
‘Good girl. Good Little Sacrifice.’ Her dark eyes lower, watching me undo the zip of my trousers.
I take out my cock, already hard, as I start slowly stroking it up and down.
‘The only words of comfort I can offer are that this will hurt us both,’ I tell her. ‘To start with, anyway. But the pain they will feel will be so much more. Watch them, Darling Sacrifice. Watch them all.’
She can’t move her head, but her eyes follow me as I walk behind her. I lean down, gathering the blood still pooling on the floor from her bleeding body, and start working my length with it, smothering my cock in red. She loses sight of me as I position myself behind her.
I kick her legs apart, rest my blood-coated palms on each of her cheeks, and spread her wide. She’s exposed to me, and it’s a fantastic view.
