selphie
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The coarse rope bit into her wrists and she growled for the fourth time as she slammed the rope against the thick beams of the rafters. She knew by trial and error this would do nothing but make the rope dig further into her wrists. The side that was touching her flesh was a deep rust color. Breathing a heavy sigh, her body started to come back down from the adrenaline that flowed through her like a drug. He had caught her, held her at gun point and forced her into a truck. She knew his voice, his smell. A sick twisted smile had appeared on her face and she breathed his name. He had grinned back and spoke in her ear, breath hot on her neck. "Hello, Darlin. Wanna play tonight?" The smile turned to a smirk and she ran her mouth. The smack echoed through the empty night. "Get in." He had told her and she crawled into the back of his rig. Once in, she wiped her lip, the taste of blood in her mouth. The sound of the garage door opening made her snap back to reality, it was then that she realized she was shaking. "Aww...are you cold?" the sadistic voice sounded louder than it should be in this cold soundproofed detached room. She gripped the rope and spit to the side, she could still taste blood. "No." He grinned at her, "Shouldn't lie to me. I know when you are lying..." He pulled a blade from the middle of his back. It was a serious weapon to have in hand. About the size of her lower arm, and just as wide, it had a wicked edge and craved blood-just like the blonde haired demon craved her screams, yelps and begging of pain. She shivered again, trembling not from the cold or fear but expectation. The scars that lined her stomach and across her chest reminded her what the blade could do. His sadistic grin changed into a laugh. The sound reminding her of the Joker. 'I'll beat you for the same thing I kissed you for last night." She heard the line repeating over and over, she shuddered, pussy juices leaked down her leg.
The blonde haired demon in front of her gave a small smile before he moved, the movement was so fast, she barely saw it. It was only when she felt the point of the knife under her neck did she realize he moved towards her, not away. Swallowing hard she looked up at him, "I do want to play tonight." She spoke softly, not wanting the sound to enter her ears. The word 'play' was always used loosely, used for various forms. She could be crawling on her hands and knees; barking with any forms of disobedience being punished by a locking electric collar around her neck to being cut again, while he licked the wound clean. At this point, she knew there would be varying forms of play. The mansion he owned was on a piece of property that was out in the sticks, no one could hear her scream, nor would anyone know she was this far out. She failed to mention to those closest to her about it. The knife dug a little deeper, breaking the skin. A small line of blood slid down her neck, to rest at her collarbone, with a deep shudder, she came again, more juices leaking down to her inner knee. "hrmmm...I do enjoy a girl in distress..." He pulled the knife away, sheathing it with such speed that she flinched. "Now, all you must do is scream or beg me...What do you want? Beg it of me..." The demon gave a chuckle as her curvy form arched away from a hand that went to caress her face. With a growl of annoyance he drew back his hand and slapped her. Blood exploded, a rather perfectly aimed shot on her nose let it flow. Gasping and gurgling out, she spoke around it; though most of it entered her open mouth. "Please....Take me. Fuck me. Rape me." He gave a grin and causally reached for a scrap of fabric. "I can't rape the willing Dear." With a calmness, he wiped the blood off her face and then held it to her nose before the blood stopped. She knew this caring personality of his wouldn't last. "You know what I mean...Please, take what you want, take what's yours."
The demon looked up and grabbed her neck with the opposite hand, his right holding the bloody piece of fabric, which he dropped. "As you wish.." He reached above her in a rather fast motion and the rope broke above her. It was then that she noticed he held his knife. Again, he moved so fast, she didn't realize that his knife was out again. "Come...let's go where it is warmer." Once inside, he laid her gently on his bed. Then with the same calmness he showed out in his garage, he chained her to his bed with the steel shackles that disguised as candle holders. Pulling them out from the wall, the chains fell, then with a deft movement, her wrists were encased in the cold and brutal metal. A whimper left her lips as he mounted and slammed into her, his cock impaling her instantly. With an arch of her back accompanied by another whimper, she looked up at him. Pain filled her eyes, "it hurts..." She told him. A grin appeared on his face as he wrapped his fingers around her neck like spider legs. "Good..It's supposed to." With hard strokes, he groaned as she moaned his name, he growled and rolled his eyes in pleasure. She managed to let his name roll off her tongue in the right manner and at the right time to cause him to get more and more turned on. With each thrust, and each moan, he growled until he couldn't take it anymore. Leaning forward, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder and bit hard, she gasped out and arched her back as he hung on long enough that she thought he had drawn blood. When he did pull away, she saw that he hadn't drawn blood, but there puncture marks from where his fangs had sunk in.
He sped up, thrusting deeper and harder into her, her cries, moans and begs of pain spurred him on, until her nails bit painfully into his back. She knew everything to do precisely the right time to get the right form of rise out of him. His hand squeezed right under jaw bone, and he listening to her gurgle as he slammed into her; everything he did made her wetter and wetter. Finally he growled and groaned as he came hard into her velvety folds. She gasped as white hot seed flooded and it was only because of her birth control that she knew she was not going to be pregnant tonight. It seemed like hours, but it was only five minutes before he gave one last thrust and she gave one last squeeze of her muscles before he pulled out and collapsed besides her on the bed. A small giggle left her lips and she rolled over to cuddle with him, knowing his seed leaked onto the bed. "Joker." He gave a laugh and pulled her closer. "We do play well together, don't we." she nodded and kissed him as he closed his eyes.
This...for them was vanilla sex.
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