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My little demon. She’s always been the one. She doesn’t know it, but when the time is right, I’ll let her know.
Fuck, I hope someone shoots me when I have to take medication to get hard.
She looks up at me through her watery lashes, and I imagine shoving my cock down her tight throat.
“You’re my heaven, and I’m your hell,” I whisper,
Pulling back, I watch her eyes fall closed, and fresh tears roll down her once-done-up face. Her flawless makeup is ruined. I like it. All it’s missing is cum smeared all over it.
I watch her eyes grow heavy as I work my fingers into her over and over, adding a third and then a fourth. She’s crying, body shaking while she sobs, and I slip the tip of the barrel into her before removing it and doing it again. Her pussy opens up for me, and her eyes close. Once the barrel is wet enough to enter on its own, my fingers abandoned her cunt and slap her breasts.
I adjust myself between her legs and lower the tip of the knife down her chest bone, over her stomach, and to her pussy. I flip it in my hand, the handle running up and down her cunt, spreading her pussy lips for me.
I hold out the knife to her face, and her heavy eyes open to meet mine. She parts her lips and sticks her tongue out. I run the handle along it, watching her lick it clean.
Ripping open the package, I remove my knife from my other pocket and poke a hole in the end. I might be using one, but I sure as fuck want my cum leaking out of her pussy afterward. She may not know it’s mine, but I will.
I slap her across the face, and her pussy clenches down on me. My little demon likes that. I do it again, and she arches her back, sucking in a deep breath while her pussy pulses around my dick.
She’s mine, and no one touches what’s mine.
Deep down, I knew I’d never have a healthy relationship with a man because I’d never be happy with what society would call normal. I want toxic. I want madness. I want someone who makes me question my sanity.
Sex is like anything else—an act that can be used, bought, or sold. It’s addictive. It’s that high you’re constantly chasing. If you ask me, it's the most dangerous drug out there. It makes you irrational, desperate, and a little psycho.
In a world of everything costing a fortune, an orgasm can cost you fucking nothing. Except maybe a little bit of dignity, but I don’t care about that.
Who wants to be choked, slapped, and treated like a piece of meat? We’re supposed to be treated like queens, not cheap whores. Maybe that’s what I am.
“Please?” she begs so fucking sweetly. I imagine her doing it while crawling to me with her mouth open wide, waiting for me to use it.
I sit beside her and run my thumbs over her freshly pierced nipples. I thought she’d like that. I wanted to see what they would look like. They’re fucking gorgeous, just like I knew they’d be. I can’t wait for them to heal so I can change them out with chains. She’ll look so fucking beautiful with tears running down her face while I pull on them, hearing her scream.
“You’ll love it. My cock in your ass while I fuck your throat with a dildo covered in your cum.”
“You belong to me now…” He growls in my ear, my scalp stinging from his tight grip. “You will beg me. You will cry for me.” His tongue runs along my cheeks, licking my tears. “You will crawl on your hands and knees for me.”
“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he says, pushing that finger into me again. “And good girls get rewarded.”
She’ll bleed for me, come for me, and beg. She will crave to please me.
She tastes like the ocean, and I’d gladly drown for her.
She has no idea just how far I’m willing to go to keep her now that I’ve got her. A collar, a leash, a cage. She won’t be able to breathe without asking me first. And even that, I’ll take away from her.
“That’s it.” I pull out, and saliva flies from her mouth, covering her face while she sucks in a breath. “So beautiful.” I slap her wet cheek, and she cries out. I push back into her mouth again while she takes the opportunity to breathe, and I watch her throat expand from my cock sliding down it. “That’s my girl.” I pant, feeling her gag.
“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers, his hand wrapped around my neck, crushing the chain into my already sensitive skin. “Remember that when I rip you apart.”
“I’ll never set you free, little demon. It’s best you understand that now.” She licks her wet lips. “Because I’d hate to have to kill us both.” If I can’t have her, no one will. But I also would never want to survive in a world where she doesn’t exist. Death would be heaven compared to a life without her being mine.
“Just remember, little demon, that I love you. Because what I’m about to do to you has nothing to do with love.”
