Seize(17)

“How does it feel with the butt plug in your ass? Does your pussy tighten from it? I bet you’re going to come so hard.” I grin against her skin.

She groans, still trying to fight the inevitable.

“Yes, come for me. I want to feel you come all over my tongue,” I say, lapping her up.

“No …” she whispers, a moan following straight after.

“Don’t fight it. Come. Now.”

I feel her tense up, her clit thumping underneath my tongue. I move down to her pussy and probe her, swiping my tongue up and down her slit. Her moans come out with ragged breaths as her body begins to convulse underneath me. She trembles from the violent shocks coursing through her body, setting her on fire.

It’s then that I let my mouth drift to her thigh and bite her.





Accompanying Song: “Body Electric” by Lana Del Rey





Room 569. Providence, Rhode Island – June 3nd, 2013





She screams out in pain as I sink my teeth into her flesh until I draw blood.

“Fuck!” she yells. “What in the hell?”

“Hmm …” I retract my teeth and kiss her swollen flesh, suckling up the blood. The metallic taste fills my mouth with pure desire. God¸ she tastes so good.

“You bit me!” She fights the restraints around her wrists and ankles.

“I got carried away at the moment,” I muse, licking my lips. “But damn, you taste like heaven. I’m dying for more.”

“No,” she says, drawing her knees together to close herself from me.

I push her legs apart, admiring the mark on her thigh. “Do not close your legs from me.”

She whimpers, her lips quivering.

My gaze softens, and I stroke her bite with my finger. “There, there. It doesn’t hurt that badly, now does it?”

She nods.

“No, that’s just the fear speaking. In reality, you don’t feel anything but arousal.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” I say. “But you won’t admit that you like this. That you love the pain. That you came harder because I bit you.”

She shakes her head, biting her lip to keep the tears from running down her face. This is intense, I have to admit, but I can clearly tell from her flushed face and trembling body that it was good. I press one finger onto her clit, which still thumps. She squirms.

“See?” I say. “You liked it.”

“But you bit me …”

“So? Who says that is wrong? Does it kill you? Is it permanent?”

“No …”

“Then stop letting your morals make the judgment for you.”

I lean down to kiss her belly again, moving up toward her sternum.

“Experience the sensations flowing through your body, love the ecstasy that comes with pain.”

I place my mouth over hers and let my lips roam free. I lick her lips, my tongue probing at hers, wanting her to taste her own blood. Then I sink my teeth into her lip, causing her to bleed again. She winces but doesn’t cry out this time. Just a simple gasp and then there is a drop, rolling down her chin. With a gleam in my eyes, I gaze at her, and then make her watch me lick it up. I clean her with my tongue until there’s nothing left, and then kiss her again, unable to control my urges.

“Fuck …” I whisper into her mouth. “You like it when I hurt you. Tell me. You like to see it.”

“Yes …” It comes out in a soft, barely audible whisper.

“Do you trust me?” I whisper. “I bring the pain with love, but I won’t harm you.”

She stops breathing for a second. I lean up, looking her in the eye. They’re filled with regret and guilt. She averts her eyes, frowning. I guess she’s still mad at herself for liking this.

“Stop,” I say. “Look at me.”

She does what I say, and when her beautiful eyes stare into mine, I’m momentarily at a loss of words. Jesus, that this woman is mine is still unbelievable. That I took her and claimed her as my own is like a dream. But she has to want it too, and until she does, everything is laced in poison.

I get up on my knees and bring my finger to my mouth. Not thinking about it, I sink my teeth into my own flesh and bite down, hard. The sharp pain that comes with the blood is a meager relief, because I want to hurt myself even more after realizing how much of a monster I’ve become. Still, I hope to make her love me. To change myself in a way that makes it possible for her to love me … to change her in a way that makes her see that she’s not so different from me.

“What are you doing?” she says, her eyes growing big at the sight of my blood.

Drops roll down my finger as I take my finger from my mouth. I bring it to her lips, smearing it on her. “Taste me.”