Page 11 of Razors & Ruin

“I cut myself to ribbons for you already.” She flexes her elbows so I can see her scarred arms better. “I don’t care what you do as long as you only do it to me.”

Her voice rises as she speaks. “You hear me? Everything I have is yours, but you better give yourself too, or I’ll—I’ll?—”

I flick the razor quickly, just grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she cries out, her body shuddering as she comeshard. I keep the razor pressed against her clit as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her juices flowing freely down her thighs.

“I’ll give you whatever I want to give,” I say, unbuttoning my fly. “You’ll take it, feast or crumbs, because I have the measure of you, girl.”

She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Give me that,” she says. “Give me the fucking razor, right now.”

I know I should refuse, but this little hellcat won’t slit my throat any more than she’d slit her own. I hand the blade to her, jerking my cock as she sheaths and unsheaths the murderous edge.

“I just wanna hold it,” she murmurs. “While you fuck me.”

I nudge the tip of my cock into her dripping hole, and she tilts her hips, making room for me. “That hurts still,” she says. “Will it always?”

I grip her hips and pull her closer, giving her another couple of inches, and she rewards me with a gush of juice. “Not if your nasty little snatch is gonna be so keen, treacle.”

Nellie holds the razor up to my face as I bear down on her. “I wanna make you hurt, Mr. T. You went away for years. Abandoned me to a loveless marriage and nothing to look forward to but pining and poverty. Don’t you think that was cruel?”

I growl and sling my hips, bottoming out, and she clenches her internal muscles, squeezing my shaft.

God, she’s a pleasant fuck. Yes, she may be utterly deluded, and I may have to give her an outlet for some of her nastierproclivities, but I can bleed a little for her. Seems only fair, given that I plan to reduce her to a husk before I’m through.

“What do you want, Nellie?” I slap her cheek firmly, and her head snaps to the side. “To cut me? I can fucking tell.”

She stares at me, eyes wide. “You’ll let me? Oh my God. I’ve come again and again imagining it.”

“So do it low.” I glance down. “Not that you need it, but there’s no such thing as too much lubrication, and it’ll look pretty on your skin.”

I pull out, and she sits up, transfixed on the throbbing erection glistening between my thighs. “Shallow, fast, decisive,” I say, taking her birdlike wrist in mine and guiding her hand. “I mean it.”

I move her to the right place, the cutting edge of the blade resting against my lower stomach. She holds the handle, her hand shaking slightly.

“Now, Nellie,” I say, reaching between her thighs. “Quickly, theres a good girl, before I change my mind.”

A bright flash from left to right heralds a tight, searing line of pain. She did well; it hurts like fuck, but I can tell it’s superficial. Years of practice on the canvas of her own body served her well.

She gasps and tosses the razor to the floor with a clatter as blood runs in lines, matting my pubic hair and flowing over my cock.

The look of horror on her face is enough to undo me, and without thinking, I swipe my hand through the blood and smear it over my cock, coating the length in warm, coppery-smelling crimson. She screams as I ball my other fist in her hair, cutting off her cry as I shove myself deep into her mouth.

“Suck it.” I hold her steady and fuck her face, enjoying the sounds of her gagging as her throat constricts around me. “You wanted to give me pain? Well, you got it. But you’re gonna take your medicine.”

Nellie grips my thighs, but she’s not fighting me. She’s fighting herself, adjusting to and accepting what I’m giving her. My blood pools in her lap, drenching her already-wet pussy, and I can stand no more.

I put both hands on her shoulders and shove her backward. Then I’m on top of her again, fucking my blood into her tightness, and she squeals, her fingers flying to her clit.

Sweet Lord, what depravity. Sweeney Todd finally lands on his feet.

The pain in my stomach mingles with the heat of Nellie’s clutching pussy. It’s like she wants to envelop me, subsume me into herself where I can never escape her. My balls tighten, and I pin her by the neck again, my other hand over her face.

“I’m gonna fill this nasty cunt again,” I snarl. “You’re a slut, you know that? A dirty little bitch who’s only good enough for the likes of me.”

The words that should debase and humiliate only serve to hurl her over the edge. She convulses, her hips bucking as she rubs my blood in to her turgid clit, her climax scourging every nerve. I dump my whole weight on her, twitching as I pump her with come.

I pull out and sit up on my heels. My clothes are soaked with her wetness and my exsanguination, but a wash and a patch-up will see me right.

Nellie, on the other hand, looks freshly killed; she has a vermillion smear of death smudged over her face where I grabbed her, and her neck blooms with maroon finger marks.

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