Page 73 of Ruthless God

He leads me to the bedroom and he pushes me forward until I land on my back. Fear rushes through me like a tidal wave because I don’t know if this will be the time he pushes me beyond my limits. He grabs melting wax from the nightstand that I didn’t realize he was burning.

My eyes light up in horror. “What are you about to do to me?”

“There are safer ways to inflict pain without you harming yourself.”

I crinkle my nose. “This doesn’t feel safe.”

“Neither is cutting yourself. How far are you going to cut yourself… until you kill yourself? Until you cut an artery and bleed out?”

He does have a point. The more I cut myself, the more the wound gets deeper and deeper. It’s never enough. After every cut, I feel like it’s not enough.

He slowly pours the scorching hot wax onto my breast and blows on it. It’s so painful that I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. The wax starts to cool off and it feels warm, clinging to my skin. I didn’t know I would like it so much.

“Do it again,” I whisper.

He pours a little bit onto my nipple and it’s just as painful, but once it starts to cool off, it feels so good. Snow wraps his fingers around my neck and spreads my legs apart, removing his dick from his boxers.

“I love to see the tears in your eyes from the pain I inflict on you. You’re going to take this dick like a good girl.”

“Please.”

“Already begging for me, I see. I love seeing you beg.”

He kisses me down to my breasts, then licks my nipple without the wax, and I become so soaking wet. Desire blossoms in my stomach and my core tingles. He pours more wax on my nipples, and I thrash like a fish out of water.

“So beautiful. So mine.”

He thrusts inside of me, not giving me time to adjust to his length, and I shake my wrists, wanting the handcuffs off so I can run my fingers through his hair.

I wrap my legs around his body as he takes long, deep strokes inside of me as I scream his name. My nipples tighten and I feel the wax flaking on my skin.

“You take this dick like a good girl.”

Several moments later, he pulls out and comes all over my stomach. He maneuvers me so I’m on my knees and shoves his dick inside of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I choke and gag, spit dribbling down my chin, and every time I swallow, I feel his dick get deeper and deeper.

“That’s it. Choke on my dick, babe.”

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me hard on his cock. My scalp stings in a way I love.

I’m struggling to breathe, so I inhale through my nose as bile threatens to come up.

This is the wrong time to puke.

“Fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good, Lyrical.”

He fucks my mouth until my throat is sore, then he yanks out and comes all over my face.

“Such a pretty face.”

My core is wetter than the ocean. When I try to swallow, I feel as if I have a sore throat.

“Such a pretty little toy. Lie back down,” he orders.

I do as he says, lying on my back.

“Don’t ever cut this beautiful body again.”

He kisses the wounds on my thigh, and a shiver snakes up my spine as he makes his way to my clit. He slides his fingers inside of me. He licks my clit as if he’s in need, and instantly, I come so hard, exhaustion overtakes me.

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