She cries out, whimpering as she throws her head back. I can only imagine what this is like, filled as she is in both holes.
I pull back, letting the tip slide around her areola and just pull gently at the nipple, then twist my hand again to draw the back of the knife down her stomach, watching her belly pit, pulling away from the cold and the imagined danger.
When I reach the top of her thigh, it’s finally on. My senses are almost overwhelmed as I take the next step, flipping the knife so that the blade is against her flesh and pressing just a little harder as I draw down.
Cassandra cries out, her whole body shaking, the end of the dildo quivering between her legs like it’s some disembodied cock about to pump its seed inside her. The blood pools around the edge of the knife, then trickles down her leg, moving to the inside of her thigh. When I hear her sob, I stop, looking up to meet her eyes.
Will she say it? Will she make me stop right now? I will, but—
“You bastard,” she spits, phlegm and sweat showering me as she shakes her head. “Fuck you. Fuck you.”
No red light. This was what she wanted, I remind myself.
“What’s the matter, kora? Too much for you?” I slide a fingertip through the drizzle of blood, then bring it to my nose, smelling the metallic scent, before rising and showing her. “Afraid of a little blood?”
“Fuck you. When I get out of this, I’m going to—”
“Who says you’re ever getting out of this, little girl? Who says I’m not going to keep you strapped here, ready and waiting whenever I want to use your holes?”
“I’m going to kill you,” she says, and I press my lips against hers, dropping the knife onto the table. I can’t wait any longer. I reach down as she squirms against me, trying to push me off, and pull the dildo from her cunt, leaving the plug right where it is.
The dildo clangs against the tiled floor, and I hear it roll away, but I don’t care. I’ll either find it and clean it later, or I’ll buy another. Right now, I need to take what’s mine.
I push my cock up between us, flattened between our stomachs, and grip it hard, pulling, pulling, pulling, my face still plastered to hers as she shakes her head side to side.
When I thrust my legs between hers, she finally pulls her face free of mine and cries out.
“No! No, you bastard. You motherfucker, I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll—”
Her gasp as I grip a handful of her hair and yank it back is accompanied by my own groan as I finally push my cock up into her. God damn, she’s tight. Fuck, that virgin hole is trying to keep me out. I bite down on her throat as I go deeper, and she moans, finally forgetting her curse words as she quivers with delight, her wrists shaking the chains above her, her legs trembling.
One thrust, two, three, and finally I feel myself break her barrier. I feel the gush of her cherry, and I’m able to move faster.
She groans, and when I let go of her hair she locks her lips to mine.
“More,” she whispers between kisses. “Faster. Fuck me. Make me your slut. Make me come all over this tiled fucking floor.”
“Cass—” I stop myself just in time, but she’s so far gone, so in the moment, grunting along with every thrust of my cock, that I don’t think she’d notice if I recited the entire dossier Camilo put on my desk the first time I saw her. “Rose, I’m—”
“I’m close,” she murmurs, echoing my thoughts. “Keep going. Fill me. I’m your little cum dumpster. Breed me. Make my tits round with milk.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, moving faster, thrusting in deeper, deeper. I can only imagine the cum and blood mixing all over my cock right now. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.”
I empty inside her, jet after jet of thick cum straight from my balls into her delicious cunt. I feel her tense, then fall over into her own orgasm, body quivering as I move, move, move. I’m not done. I groan as I continue to thrust, continue to pump her full of my seed, lips moving against each other, mouths barely able to connect as we desperately try to keep it going.
Still hard inside her, I thrust again. “Rose,” I whisper. She’s whimpering, gritting her teeth, but she nods, and I move faster. Every nerve is on edge, every inch of my body crying out to disengage, but I can’t. I need this. I grip her ass in both hands, pulling her to me, letting me go deeper, feeling the end of the plug sticking out.
“It hurts,” she whimpers. “It hurts and I want it. I want it more. Please. More.”
Her words spur me on and I slam into her, flesh slapping against flesh. I imagine my sperm swimming up inside her. Has it found its home tonight? Is it already starting to work that miracle inside her?
“Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I kiss her mouth, cutting off her words, listening to the moan of pleasure and pain falling from her lips, her flesh slick with sweat, her cunt gripping and releasing around my cock, milking the next round. And it doesn’t take long.
With a grunt of effort, I unload inside her, feeling the ache in my balls as they pump another round they didn’t even know they had. Rose shudders, teeth sinking hard into my lip, chains rattling at her wrists as she quivers and shakes, then finally goes still.
As I reluctantly pull out of her and step back, I can’t help myself taking a moment to admire what I’ve done. She’s slumped against the cross, breathing labored, a little smile of satisfaction just visible on her lips. Her thighs are streaked with red, her dark pubic hair spattered with blood.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, and see her smile widen.
Then I step forward, and carefully unfasten the chains at her ankles first, rubbing her legs gently, then move on to her wrists, lowering her arms carefully before lifting her in mine, cradling her against me. I carry her naked and messy from the basement, and place her in the bath while I run the warm water, and bathe her, take care of her, make sure she’s recovered before I even begin to clean myself.
She comes first. She will always come first. From this day to the end of my life.