I’d mark her with a whole new set of bruises before the night was done. Signature bruises to bring joy to my taste buds. Signature bruises to mark her body with enough of me to drive her crazy when she eyed her mirror reflection.
“Yes!” she hissed. “Yes, please, sir! Yes, please!”
I knew it then. I knew it in her tone. In her shivers. In the way she twisted her head for the chance to see my savagery.
If there was such a thing as loving one gorgeous little minx when it came to a steel soul like mine, this would be it. This would be the girl to snare me deep and keep me fascinated. This would be the girl whose innocence would shift my darkness just enough to raise her up on a pedestal of adoration for years to come. Adoration and glorious filth plaited tight.
Yet still that wouldn’t be enough.
Not enough to make me a good enough man in this world for sweet Paige Emmerson.
“Please, sir!” she cried out again. “Please, more…”
My next love bite was on her inner thigh. Her flesh was soft. Tender. Perfect for my mouth. My nose was pressed tight to her glistening slit, the dampness tinging my breath with the most glorious scent of her. And I loved it.
Fuck, how I loved it.
Fuck, how I loved her.
My personal fascination was too strong to stay composed for the cameras. The viewers meant nothing as my hands took on a life of their own, for one purpose only.
To touch.
To feel.
To stroke that beautiful creature and commit her flesh to the memory of mine for all time.
I kissed my way from her freshly bitten thigh to her hungry slit, then further. I parted her ass cheeks and squirmed my tongue into that tight little puckered hole. Oh, she was clenched so fucking tight with her nerves. Forcing her wide made me smile against her flesh.
And she liked it. She fucking liked my tongue squirming deep.
“Sir,” she hissed. “Master, yes, please! Yes, please!”
I gripped her at the hips, pulling her tighter to my mouth, and I sucked on her sweet asshole with everything, every scrap of passion I knew I owned.
I ran my tongue along the full cleft of her, lapping at her privacy like a man possessed.
“Yes, master! Oh, God, that feels so good!”
She cried out to a different tune when I dug my teeth into her rump for a fresh new love bite. Her shivers gave me echoing shudders, my whole body alive with hers.
Watching my thumb sink into her asshole was a treasure I soaked up with eager eyes. I spat on the spectacle — creating enough lube to slide in two fingers, then three, cursing the fact I didn’t have an ocean of time to push that tight little hole to its true limits.
“That feels so dirty, sir,” she breathed. “I love it. I love it, sir…”
I slapped her as much for praise as for punishment, and her murmurs and moans kept on coming.
The shackles rattled and she squirmed in her bonds as I twisted those fingers deep and slapped her ass hard again and again. Her voice was a tremble as I pushed her body to the edges of subspace with the brutality.
And my teeth. How I used them. How I sucked. How I nipped. How I pushed that flesh to its limits.
I tore the gorgeous lace from her and climbed her body inch by inch. Touching, teasing, tasting… hurting. Her spine was a groove I slalomed, back and forth from side to side. Her ribs were delicious in their sensitivity, her skin tight and taut over the ridges. Her shoulder blades were tense enough that my teeth struggled to take a grip, her groans wild as I managed to suck her raw.
Then her neck. Her beautiful tapered neck under a side sweep of elfin locks. Begging for kisses. Begging for nips. Begging for my breath against clammy skin as I moved my way up to her earlobe.
“You’re a fucking treasure,” I whispered. “You’re a delicious little fucking treasure just ripe to be used.”
“Then use me,” she whispered back. “Please, master, use me. Take me however you want…”
So I did.
I took her however I wanted. I took her hair in my grip and yanked her head back hard. I slammed her flat against the mattress and wrapped my fingers around that perfect throat. And I fucked her.
Somehow I managed to set my pulsing cock free from my suit trousers and I fucked her.
Deep. Raw. Savage as all sin as I took that fragile, hurt little body with mine.
I consumed her. Slammed her hard with every filthy thrust. Ate her up as she struggled to take me, straining against bonds stretched tight.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I hissed into her ear. “Enough to drive me fucking wild, little girl.”