[TORD'S POV]
I thrust into the boy with pleasure, listening to his whimpers of physical pain, and surely, deep down, uncontrollable pleasure. A wide, devious smile crept across my face, a sign that I simply could not hold myself back from the pleasure. I had never felt something this euphoric, and God, I think I'm already addicted to it. His mental and physical exhaustion did anything but slow me down as I pounded into him, finding a rhythm that brought me the utmost satisfaction. It was so freeing to not hold back for once. I was power-hungry, but now I am nearly sated.
I leaned over him, grunting as I gripped his neck and stared down at him, unable to fully comprehend just the amount of anxiety and despair he was experiencing as I fucked him. Reality bent every which way to meet my desires, it would seem. It feels unreal to be here with him, enjoying myself this much. Every surge of pleasure sent tremors of ecstasy through my veins. So, this is what unrivaled pleasure feels like... how could people possibly wonder why someone would do something as 'disturbing' as this? Do they not know how incredible this feels?
The sensations enveloped me, sending me into a state of pure bliss. I thrust heftily a few final times before I released inside of him, relaxing for a moment, my energy anything but dwindling as I pulled out and fixed myself up, ignoring just how blood-soaked my clothes had become. My hands were also drenched in drying crimson, but it only added to my excitement. I leaned over Thomas and reached an arm behind his back, reeling in closer as I bit down sensually on his collarbone, enjoying every whimper I tugged from his raw throat. "What a good boy, hm? This is everything I've ever wanted, Thomas." A low, seductive hum escaped my lips, as I broke the silence between him and me. He shook slightly, either fear or arousal coursing through him at my words.
I nibbled at his neck teasingly, "You're so perfect, my love." With every dark praise I afforded him, I reveled in the power I held over him. My words and his body were both suffocating and inescapable to one another. His breath hitched and his muscles tensed up even more as the ominous seduction of my voice echoed in his head. I chuckled breathily and bit especially roughly at his neck, feeling his back arch and his body squirm as he whined. "Good boy." I mumbled again, praising his acceptance of the circumstances.
I wonder when he thinks this will end. Or better yet, how he thinks this will end. He is going to suffer like no other ever has, and he will take it like the obedient boy he is. He believed in me, and he is dying for it. What a poor soul. My little martyr of irony.
I suddenly leaned in closer, further pleasure eagerly awaiting me like a dog at the door. I sank my teeth into the space between his collarbone and shoulder, baring them deep into his flesh. The tender meat and soft skin broke to the pressure of my incisors. I'd properly taken a bite out of him; a small piece of meaty and bloody flesh resting on my tongue. I spit it aside and admired the gash I'd left behind. Not exactly horrific or deadly -- not anything like what I'd done to the cat -- but surely quite the injury. But, oh, the gratification I derived from his sounds of excruciating pain! Glorious, to say the least.
He finally tried yet again to speak, "Mm, p-please..." He coughed, tears still flowing down from his wide and meek eyes. Such beautiful waterfalls for a rather dark and empty paradise. This is my utopia. I took a moment to think to myself, contemplating my next course of action, his eyes half-lidded. Poor boy indeed. No amount of pleading could possibly change my gameplan here. "P-pl-please..." His words trembled, fatigue in his stammering, his body shaking from the pain as crimson pooled beneath his neck slowly. I held his wrists firmly, "Hm?" I tilted my head. "Do... do it..." His weakly mumbled, barely audible. "Do what?" I inquired, intrigued by his unexpected request.
"Hurt me. H-hurt me more." He whimpered, body laying vulnerable before me. Even in a moment like this... he submits to me? He's truly suffering, is he not? I wasn't sure what to make of this, and it nearly snapped me out of the euphoric daze I'd been enjoying so much. "What? Do you want me to kill you?" I asked, tensing up. "Y-yes, do whatever you want, Master." He bit the inside of his cheek visibly, offering himself to me in his entirety. Although his submission had always been quite arousing to me, it didn't match the satisfaction of ruining him against his will. I didn't think he'd break so easily. I had to know if it was true.
