“For a price,” the man replied, his voice a deep timber. His eyes came back to me and narrowed as a crooked smirk tilted his lips. He was tall, stood the same height as Ryan, his frame slightly wider. He had dark hair slicked back from his face, and dark blue eyes sparkled with interest.
Look inside him Cereus, bathe in his crimson river.
“I want her on a chain from the ceiling not a rack, and alone, this will be just me and Cereus.”
“Cereus,” the man repeated after Ryan’s words, he made my own name sound dirty on his tongue. Grabbing the blonde at his feet by her hair and yanking her to her feet, he left the room. The girl didn’t even whimper when I know that must have been painful.
“I don’t like him or the way he says my name and looks at me.” I voiced my distaste.
Ryan’s breath lit up my skin, the warmth of his body against mine as he crowded around me. “Do you want me to cut out his tongue? Scoop out his eyeballs with an ice cream scoop?”
I studied his dark probing eyes for a few precious moments.
Did I want him to do that? Just how messed up was I now?
Too messed up to go back.
Ryan’s humorless laugh made me jump. “Maybe you want to do it yourself? I’d never let him touch you my sweet, sweet Cereus.”
His heat left me as quick as it came and I was now watching him untie the woman and fix her hands to metal cuffs hanging from a chain in the ceiling. Her body bounced as he moved her, her breasts big and heavy, her thighs thick, she was pretty in a natural kind of beauty. My stomach clenched when Ryan cupped a handful of her exposed breasts, squeezing it hard before he closed his mouth over it and bit down firm causing a shooting pain through my own. Her eyes watered and a small moan slipped free past her lips but it was tiny in comparison to the pain he must have inflicted. Ryan’s lips were tainted red when he spoke to her. “Real? That makes a change.”
I watched mesmerized as he began stripping his clothes from his body. Smooth skin, defined over taut muscle kept me transfixed on him, my mouth watering to taste him. He was lean, every inch of him smooth and picturesque. I wanted to draw him like this.
Completely bare to me.
“Lose the clothes Cereus,” he demanded.
What’s happening?
I must have taken too long because after a few seconds his fingers brushed up the sides of my body, pulling the top from me before dropping down and removing my shorts and panties. I was going to faint, his breath dispersed over my mound. He was so close and I nearly came just from that. It was brief and a second later he was unclasping my bra and tossing it with the pile into a cabinet. Was it wrong that I wanted to launch myself at him, wrap my legs around the slim waist and grind myself over his impressive cock?
Yes it is very, very wrong.
His eyes swept my body but didn’t linger on my exposed flesh. He moved around the room, opening drawers from a cabinet tucked away in the corner. “Take this.” He handed me a small blade, the handle was normal sized but the blade was no bigger than my thumbnail. He grasped my naked hips from behind and stood me in front of the naked woman, so close I could see all the raised follicles scattering her skin. She had a sweet scent, candy.
My eyes scanned her body and that’s when I noticed little scars over her skin, faint but definitely there. A hissing sound rang out from behind her causing her to blink. I looked behind her to see a glorious Ryan holding a whip. His flaccid cock heavy and long made me bite my lip. Did our naked forms not turn him on?
He needs more than that.
His arm pulled back and the whip with it, curling in the air like a dancing snake before whipping forward, kissing the air and snapping across the back of the woman. Her gasp and feet shifting forward caused the small blade I was holding to penetrate her stomach. Slipping in like she was made of butter. Supple, warm butter.
Hiss, snap, stab. Hiss, snap, stab.
Her crimson blood pooled at our feet in offering, the atmosphere thick with pleasure and sadistic satisfaction. Every murmur from her pink plump lips was a gift. My eyes watched with pleasure as the sweat dripped from Ryan’s body with every stroke of the whip. His hand unclasped and the whip dropped to the floor, his cock stood hard and proud now causing an ache I knew he wouldn’t sate. His hand gripped his girth and he stroked himself, moving closer to close the small gap between him and her - and me.
Within moments he growled and began directing his release over her back. She winced when his hand rubbed in his cum.
I wanted to kill her.
She was pale and her breathing came in heavy spurts, her weak legs failing her. But he gave her a part of him, and now I wished it was me strung up and bleeding... Or him.
He directed me over to where our clothes were and instructed me to dress. It was over as quick as it started and I wasn’t sure what he expected from me, or even if I fulfilled it.