Mommy's blood lust (18+)

Helpless 🌘

The mattress dipped as Celeste sat down beside me, her hand reaching out to gently stroke my cheek.

"You look so helpless, my dear," Celeste murmured, her voice a blend of mockery and tenderness. "You know, I was hoping you'd see things my way, but since you won't be going anywhere..." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "I've decided on a fitting punishment for you."

My breath hitched, my body tensing as Celeste's words sank in. I watched in horror as she climbed onto the bed, straddling me. The weight of her presence felt cold, pressing me further into the mattress.

"You refer to me as Mommy," She demanded , her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Do you understand, baby?"

My eyes widened, my mouth dry with terror. I nodded, unable to speak. Celeste's smile broadened, and she reached over to the bedside drawer, pulling it open with deliberate slowness that made my heart pound even harder. From within, Celeste retrieved a slender, gleaming knife.

"I thought you'd understand," Celeste said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. She brought the knife close to my skin, the cold metal contrasting sharply with the warmth of my body. "Now, let's make sure you know your place."

The blade traced a delicate path down my arm, leaving a faint, white line in its wake. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the fear coursing through me.

Celeste's gaze never wavered from my face, watching every flicker of emotion, every tremor of fear.

"Good girl," Celeste whispered. The knife continued its journey, gliding over my collarbone, down the center of my chest, and across my stomach. My breathing grew shallow, my muscles taut with tension as the blade left a chilling trail on my skin.

Celeste's smile widened as she moved the knife back up, this time towards my throat. She pressed the blade against my neck, just hard enough to be felt, but not enough to break the skin. Terror filled my eyes, my breath catching in my throat.

"Remember," Celeste said softly, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight, "not a sound, or else." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Do you understand, baby?"

I awnsered "Yes mommy", my heart hammering in my chest. Celeste's smile was all teeth now, predatory and dangerous. She kept the knife at my throat, enjoying the power she has over me.

Her cold hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine as a sudden realization flooded my mind. It was the night we first met, the memory rushing back with startling clarity. She had entered the room, her presence hypnotic, and effortlessly pushed me onto the bed. She had taken control completely, leaving just before I passed out.

I remembered everything that had happened that night. But before I could say a word, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, her teeth sinking deep into my flesh. I couldn't make a sound because she still had the knife in her hand. My mind swirled with memories, a drunken haze of fear and ecstasy. The pain was intense, yet there was an undeniable pleasure that coursed through me, making it hard to distinguish agony from bliss.

"Mommy?" I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it. She paused, looking into my eyes with a predatory gleam and blood dripping from her mouth.

"Yes, baby?" she responded, her voice a dangerous purr.

But before I could utter another word, everything went dark. The world faded away, leaving me in a dark yet open void.