curious

blood*

close your eyes III

shut your dirty, dirty mouth,
i'm not that insane
blood, blood, blood
pump mud through my veins
i'm a dirty, dirty girl, i want it filthy

deep breaths.

in.

out.

cold metal on hot skin.

shaky hands grasping the shoulders of my abuser, as she pushes the length of the strap on into my exhausted body.

in.

out.

every passing second, the burning sensation in my lower stomach seemed to grow harder to bear with.

in.

out.

her strong hands gripped my hips as she pulls my fragile body closer to hers.

in.

out.

my back arches, the burning sensation becoming overwhelming  as my body squirms underneath hers.

in. out.

in. out.

faster.

harder.

deeper.

"fuck," she grunts into my ear, her hand raising to wrap around my throat securely. "you're so good for me - are you gonna cum?"

her other hand removed itself from my hip, grasping the ten inch kitchen knife in her hand tightly, digging the blade into the flesh of my chest bone.

i could feel the blade dig deeper than it had before, a bead of blood trailing down my torso and onto the bed sheets.

"cum for me, baby girl," she growls, making a particularly hard thrust with her strap on. "cum for daddy."

perfect angle.

her hand around my throat.

the pain of the blade digging further into my skin, but not enough to do anything but a surface cut.

my legs shake violently, closing tightly around her hips as my body convulses in pure pleasure.

three.

two.

one.

in.

out.

she continued.

as my body became paralyzed in euphoria, her hips continued to plow into mine at an intense speed and depth.

in. out.

in. out.

deep breaths.

she pulls the strap on out of my sore body abruptly.

the feeling alone causing another bone chilling orgasm.

my moans were silenced as the hand around my neck was replaced with the blade of the kitchen knife.

"what do you say?" the intruder growls, her hair hanging in her face as she looks down at me.

"thank you, daddy," i whisper, my body still shaking from the intensity of the back-to-back orgasms.

"good girl." she digs the blade into my neck with a bit more pressure, causing a line of blood to rise and slowly drip down the side of my neck.

kissing down my body, she lets her tongue swirl around my swollen clit for a few seconds before pulling away, a smirk growing on her lips.

"let's get you cleaned up, princess." she whispered, taking the blade away from my neck as she stands up. "i'm glad we got to try this."

"me too," i say sleepily, feeling her lift my naked body into her arms. "thank you for being my night stalker, billie — you're a really good friend."

"any time, mamas," she says with a smirk as she makes her way to the bathroom. "that's what friends are for."