Salt in the Wound (Lyonesse)

by Sierra Simone

“Give me what you’d give any submissive, Mark.” I met his eyes again. “Sir, I mean.” “But you’re not any submissive,” he said, leaning close to murmur in my ear. “You’re going to be my wife.”

“I am all want with you, Isolde. You think that I don’t think about you all the time? That I don’t want your scent all over my bed? You think that I don’t wish I had you under my desk with that serious little mouth available for my relief every morning? That I don’t want your snug cunt whenever I goddamn feel like it? Yes, I want you, and I want you collared, and I want you mine. That should be enough to terrify you, because I would hold nothing back until I’d eaten your very soul. I would hold nothing back until it was written on your skin and scratched into your bones how much I crave you.”

“So good to take what I give you, even when it hurts. Keep those legs spread for me. Let me see that pretty pussy getting filled for the first time.”

“After we’re married and you come to live with me, you’ll take my cock every night. Every day. As often as I need, and I need it a lot, Isolde. I’ll need your mouth and cunt and eventually your ass too, and you’ll be my pet, my little wife, to give me relief.”

“Oh, I felt that little quiver, sweetheart. Can you come with your blood all over my hand? Show me. Show me how much you like being mine.”

“You are terrified that your soul will be damned to hell. And I no longer have one left at all.”