He brings the handle of the knife to my clit as he fucks me, throwing me back over that edge again and making me come. He leans in and swallows my scream, my blood undoubtedly rubbing across his body as I squirt around his cock.
He groans into my mouth, slamming into me and stilling. I feel his cum filling me. His tongue and cock anchor me to this world when I feel like I might fall into the abyss of darkness. The pain, the pleasure are too much, but he keeps me here, dragging me back until I feel every hard, hurting inch of it.
When I can finally pry my eyes open again, they lock on his dark ones. He’s breathing heavily too, and I can hear the racing of his heart as he pins me to the wall, his softening cock still inside me. Without a word, he pulls out and drops me to my feet. I slide down the wall to my ass, wincing at the pain it causes in my sore pussy and stomach.
He licks his lips, buttoning his jeans as I watch. His stomach is coated in my blood, and for some reason, that makes my breath catch, seeing those glistening abs move and the bright crimson marking him. Swallowing, I drag my gaze away and drop them to my stomach to see what he did.
He’s changed the letters. They are bloody and red, contrasting with my pale stomach like a declaration.
“Bitch?” I read, then lift my head to see him smirking at me.
At least it isn’t ‘dog’ or some shit. In fact, I kinda like it.
“That’s my name now?” I ask.
“Yes, now get your ass up. It’s time to get your revenge, Bitch.”