Page 62 of Dollhouse

Turning to face her, my own eyes widen seeing that she’s already naked. “Good God, you’re so fucking sexy.” I pick her up quickly, her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, butterfly.”

She’s already rubbing her core against my stomach, and I can feel her wetness and smell her sweet arousal even over the copper scent of blood.

While she holds onto me tight like a spider monkey, I unchain Joseph’s lifeless body and let him fall to the ground with a thud.

Unwrapping her arms from around my neck, I chain her up just like Joseph was, and step away from her reach, letting her hang.

She’s so small that her feet are nowhere near the ground.

I thought I was already fully hard, but my cock hardens more at the sight of her hanging there naked with blood coating her creamy skin.

“Stop playing games, King. Fuck me!”

I laugh. “Yes, butterfly. Whatever you say.” I step toward her, grab her legs to wrap them around my waist, and roughly impale her on my cock.

She throws her head back and cries out, her moans like music to my ears, egging me on even further.

God, what a fucking sight we must be. Covered in blood, her chained, me fucking her wild.

“Rowen was right, you do get so fucking horny from the sight of blood.” I pull out only to slam back inside of her, my hands gripping firmly onto her globes of her bottom to keep her in place as I ram her over and over with my cock, not even giving a single fuck if it’s painful or too much. She could take me; she would take me.

“Isn’t that right, butterfly?” When she doesn’t answer, I pull out, only allowing my tip inside of her.

“Yes! Yes! Now, please, fuck me!” she begs breathlessly.

In one quick thrust of my hips, I am buried to the hilt inside of her tight wet pussy.

She feels so fucking good.

“You’re so fucking tight and warm,” I say through gritted teeth. There’s nothing I love more than the feel of her pussy. If I am to die right now, I’d die a very fucking happy man whose balls are deep inside of the woman I can never get enough of.

“Come on, King. Give it to me harder, I know you can,” she sasses, provoking me and knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

But I give her what she wants. I pound her tight little pussy even harder as she squeezes me like a vise. I know what my butterfly needs, and she craves a rough, deep fucking, not a light fuck. She needs it just as rough as I do.

“Will you bleed for me, butterfly, like you did for Rowen?”

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” Her lips part, and I see the look of sheer excitement in her eyes. After one more thrust, I pull out and step away from her, letting her swing. I return to my toolbox to grab one of the unused scalpels that I have neatly laid out.

“Good, then bleed for me, butterfly. I want to see how pretty you look when you’re bleeding only for me.” She swings toward me and wraps her legs around my waist, and I let my cock find its way home back inside of her warm pussy.

I don’t move though, I just keep her impaled on my cock as I press the scalpel into the skin underneath her right breast, her soft skin parting like butter.

A gasp escapes her lips, her warm cunt clenches around me and strangles my length as I carefully carve a butterfly into her delicious skin. She’s panting and writhing, and I can feel her drowning my cock as she becomes wetter. I know this is painful, but she really seems to enjoy it. It’s turning her on.

Her flesh parts beautifully for me. My cock throbs inside of her at the sight.

Dropping the scalpel, I lean down and lick over my carving, sticking my tongue in her parted flesh.

She hisses at the sting; it may have hurt but she likes it. Her eyes are closed, and by the way her pussy is throbbing and squeezing me, I know she’s trying to keep herself from having an orgasm. She’s getting off on the pain.

I smile at the small butterfly I have carved into her skin.

A butterfly for my butterfly.

I like my carving better than her tattoo.

My hands return to her body, and I bring her chest as close to mine as I can, smearing her blood on me. Keeping my grip around her tight to keep her in place, I piston-fuck her, our lips connecting, and I swallow every scream. And my little butterfly sure loves to scream for me.

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