He smiles, white teeth flashing in a river of red. “I like it when you beg.”
His mouth returns to my clit, and his teeth graze my most sensitive flesh. I’m not sure what he’ll do in moments like this. The last time he fucked me with a loaded gun until I squirted all over his face. Some days I think my kink will kill me. Other days I’m happy I have someone who makes all my dark and deranged fantasies come true. We dance a fine line by risking death to feel truly alive. We both know the risks, yet we keep taking them.
The palm of his hand pushes down on my throat, and his crystal blue irises appear possessed. “Look at you, Mouse. A sacrifice to your god at the altar.” The overhead light shines brightly on the silver dagger in his hand. “Who are you going to beg for mercy?”
“You,” I croak as my eyes travel to the cathedral ceiling, and images of Jesus and the Virgin Mary greet me.
“Pray to me, Mouse. Beg me for grace.”
“What?”
Mikhail’s bloody lip turns up as he shoves two fingers into my pussy, curling them up. His hand moves so quickly it seems like they are supernatural. My ass rises, desperate for whatever delicious torture he has in store for me.
“Do you want to cum, Mouse?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Start praying.”
Jesus’s eyes lock with mine. In a fucked-up way, I swear he’s judging me. Maybe it’s not him, but the judgmental people who went to my church growing up. I have a hard time telling the difference most days. Mikhail sucks on my clit, bringing me back to reality. All notions of saints and salvation vanish, replaced by hellfire and mind-blowing orgasms given to me by the devil himself.
My clit pops out of his mouth, and his fingers are no longer in my pussy. Instead, a burning sting lands between my spread legs. My hoarse scream is barely audible in the church as his hands are around my neck. His icy eyes are cold. He’s in that space where he’s not the man anymore but the monster.
“When I tell you to pray, you pray. You belong to me, whore, and as my property, you do as I say.”
“Hail Mary, full of grace,” I croak.
He eases off and moves his hand back to my cunt. Three fingers this time. “Good girl. You stop, and I’ll punish you. You want my mercy, not my wrath.”
His mouth is back on my clit, while his other hand holds the knife.
“The Lord is with thee.” My voice is hesitant as he glides the tip of the sharp blade along my nipple.
I stop reciting and receive a slash of the knife along my skin.
“Blessed art thou among women.” I scream as he pushes another finger into my pussy, none too gently. “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”
“Say that line again without his name. Replace it with mine. I’m your god, Mouse. I’m your lord and savior.”
“Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Mikhail.”
He draws a faint, superficial line from my breastbone to the bottom of my navel. “That’s right, Mouse. My womb, my woman. Mine to do with as I want. Mine to fuck, mine to pamper, mine to make bleed.”
My eyes almost rotate to the back of my head at his words and the knowledge that this man could kill me as easily as he could rub my feet in front of the television.
He bites my clit, and the pain shoots to every never ending in my body before he rises and shows me his blood-soaked hands.
“Why did you stop?”
“Oh, I haven’t stopped, slut. I plan on fucking you all the way to hell.” He wipes his blood-stained hand down my torso before shoving them back inside briefly. “You look so beautiful, covered in blood. My cock is so hard for you. It’s fitting to fuck you on an altar like this since you’ve sacrificed yourself to me.”
I close my eyes, lost in the senses he ignites in me.
Wetness lands on my face. Mikhail’s saliva. “Don’t close your eyes, whore.” I groan as he shoves his cock in me. “Keep praying.”
The next line is a declaration of our depravity. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now.”
Mikhail’s fingers are on my clit, rubbing circles, his face strained with desire. He bends his head, taking my nipple into his mouth, and I scream the last line as I come in waves.