❝Nope. You are not touching me today❞ Mark ties your hand behind with his ties, and his voice is raspier than it's ever been. He pushes you to the bed, hiking up your black pleated skirt slowly. With his fingers gliding on your thighs, you almost forget to speak, ❝but-❞ Your words are cut off, when his slender finger brushes over your clothed core.
He falls to his knees, looking into your eyes, ❝I said not to kill anyone today but you still did❞ he's tugging down the lace off so sensually slow, fingers digging into your satiny skin. He gets up to his feet, rummaging through his draw. The anticipation and the need is gonna be the end of you.
Too worked up to notice, you gasp when he ties a silk cloth restricting your vision, ❝And in no way, I'm letting your bloodied hands touch me❞ you squirm, gasping at the faintest of his touch, ❝Are we clear, babygirl?❞ he kisses over your thigh, nibbling and leaving red splotches.
❝Y-Yes, daddy❞ you mutter, breaths labored and his tongue tentatively glides over your clit. Your hips arch are the mild prods of his wet tongue, dragging along her folds.
He pulls away for a second, ❝What did you do today? Except the killing❞ he mutters, hot breath against your core and you squirm in his hold. He chuckles at your state, so freaking smug and taunting, ❝Come on, babygirl. You know I won't devour you if you are gonna be a brat❞
You moan, so soft and gasping at the press of his lips against your core, ❝I- ah-❞ his tongue delve into your core without letting you speak.
❝I went-ah to a cafe- to get-ah americano-❞ your words are punctured by sharp gasps, and lip bites. He hums, licking the precum off your slick folds and then he eases his tongue in after shooting a sick grin.
And you could feel it against your skin, as you feel yourself, losing your senses.
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