$mutty$uicide

u already know babas its sub scrim and rheres some knife some blood whatever

"I love it when you beg for me daddy," I smiled down at the blond man kneeling in front of me, his tattooed face flushed.

Scrim's hands were zip tied behind his back, leaving him completely exposed to me. I let my eyes trail down his tattooed chest and stomach, settling on his cock, already hard and leaking precum. His body tensed as I ran the tip of my black heels along his length, drinking in the soft noises he made.

"Please, baby," his voice was gravelly, almost like he was out of breath, his neediness dripping from every word. I just smirked, continuing to brush him with my heel, laughing as his hips bucked forward slightly, attempting to get more friction.

"Up." He stood, following my directions. I guided him towards the bed, pushing him down onto his stomach.

I gripped the cold steel handle of the butterfly knife, intending on just using it to cut the zip tie. But fuck it'd look so pretty pressing into his skin.

I leaned in to kiss along his shoulder blade, hearing his breath catch in his chest. I continued leaving soft kisses, slowly running the blade down his spine, pressing just hard enough to pierce his skin, leaving a thin line through the Bible verse that decorated his back.

Small beads of deep red blood formed along the cut, glinting in the soft lighting of our bedroom. Scrim's body tensed as I pressed a few kisses down his spine, feeling the warm liquid gather on my lips, it's metallic taste seeping into my mouth.

Finally the blade found his wrists, his body relaxing as I cut through the zip ties that bound him. He turned onto his back at my demand, a quick look of pain spreading over his face as he moved towards the head board.

I straddled his lap, his cock resting between my stockinged thighs. I ran my fingertips up his length, smiling down at him as I felt him tense once more.

"Does that feel good daddy?"

He nodded in response, his hips moving slowly, rubbing himself in between my thighs. His eyes had closed, his face a soft pink, his lips parted as he continued rolling his hips, gradually speeding up.

I spit into my hand, reaching to rub it up and down his length before leaving him between my thighs again. His tattooed hands gripped my upper thighs, holding me still enough to maintain a constant pressure on his cock as he bucked his hips up.

I watched as precum dripped from the head, as his soft noises turned into louder groans, as his nails dug into my skin. Already I could see how badly he craved a release, his cock hardening even further between my thighs.

"Are you gonna cum just from humping my thighs daddy?" I giggled as he couldn't even answer. "It's kinda cute how pathetic it is. Cum for me."

The words barely left my lips and I felt his hot cum spilling onto my legs, his hips bucking and his cock twitching as breathy moans filled the air. As he slowed I slid my finger through the mess, lifting it to my lips to taste the salty and thick liquid.

Finally his hands dropped, Scrim laying there breathless and flushed. I fell beside him, pulling him against my chest.