Page 3 of Beatitude

But leaving her out here isn’t an option either. If I walk away, some fucking deranged psycho could stumble upon her and do…No, don’t even think about it. It’ll just put you into a blinding rage and that’s not helpful in this situation.

All I know is, her soul must be protected, either by me or I need to release it from her body. I can’t allow her to continue on for one more day without protection.

“Please!” she screams again and I release a sigh while leaning against the tree, watching her petite body fight the restraints. It’s fascinating how much fight she has in her. I would find it irritating in most victims, but not her. I like it when she screams. I like the thought of breaking her into submission, of silencing that fucking mouth of hers with my cock down her throat.

Jabbing my blade into the trunk of the tree beside me, I unzip the fly of my jeans, releasing my painfully stiff cock with a moan of relief. She gasps and whips around, her blindfoldstill tightly secured around her eyes and her arms still taught above her head. Her feet barely touch the earth while the rope creaks along the thick branch it’s wrapped around.

“Please,” she whispers again, and I smirk while running my hand over the length of my shaft.That’s it, keep begging.“I-I don’t have money but… I-I will give you anything, whatever it is, just please, don’t do this.”

Fuck her whimpers hit me in my dick as a grunt releases from inside me. It would be so easy to slip those tattered leggings down her shivering little body and bury myself in her warm cunt. My hand finds its way to that delicate throat of hers as my knife and cock compete for dominance over her quivering frame.I wonder which would claim her first?The anticipation drives me mad with lust as I revel in the thought of being the last thing she gets to experience before watching the light leave her eyes. I wonder what color they are. Are they blue like the ocean? Brown like the earth under our feet? No, none of those seem to fit this beauty before me.

“Fuck,” I growl through a pant, throwing my head back as my balls tighten.

“Please! Sir! Help me!” She cries in pain as she stumbles, causing her shoulder to jerk because of the rope.Fuck, I bet that hurt.

“Ohhh god,” I whimper at her panicked cries. “You’re doing so good, keep… fuck keep struggling.” My fist clenches with a tightness that borders on pain—but it only fuels my pleasure—as I grip my knife in my other hand and viciously stab it into the tree with each forceful thrust. In my mind, it's her soft skin I'm carving into, creating a masterpiece of agony.

“I-is that what you want?” She pants out the words through her shakes. “You need to live out some sick fucking fantasy?Fine!” She screams while shaking her wrists.

“HELP ME!” she screams, the sound tearing from her throat with desperation.This fucking asshole.Can’t just let me jerk off in peace, can she?

I drive my knife into the tree and stalk toward her, seizing her by the neck and squeezing until her cries are muffled and choked. But as I feel the softness of her delicate skin on my palm, a surge of twisted pleasure courses through me.Oh my god, her throat is perfection under my hand—soft as silk, slender and delicate.At this moment, we’re connected in a sickeningly perfect way. My grip tightens as I tear off her blindfold, wanting to see the terror in her eyes as I savor the feeling of power I have over her. But as her blindfold falls and her eyes meet mine for the first time, I’m left speechless and I feel myself go weak at the sight before me.

“My god, you really are an angel,” I whisper in astonishment. Her eyes—I’ve never seen anything like them. They’re pools of shifting color, one a piercing blue that glows like frozen fire and the other, a warm amber with a single streak of her cool blue essence. The combination is mesmerizing, sending shivers down my spine as I struggle to comprehend the otherworldly beauty before me.

She chuckles, bringing me out of the trance she’s put me in. “You sweet talk all your dates like this or am I just that special?”Is she… is she being smart?With me?No one talks with me this way. I get the screams, the tears, the begging and bargaining, but never this. No one ever looks me dead in the eyes and gives me attitude. And for her to do so while I have her tied to a tree? I give her a small smirk.

“I liked you better when you were begging and calling me sir.”

“Yeah? Well, I liked you better when I was blindfolded.” I reach out, snatching her by her jaw and pulling her face to mine. Our lips are a whisper apart as I chuckle darkly.

“Make no mistake, my sweet angel.” I run my tongue over the outside of her lips and down her jawline.Fuck, she tastes forbidden.It’s taking everything in my power to hold some semblance of composure. “Your beauty may dazzle and enchant, but it won’t save you from your fate. In fact... it only makes me savor the thought of your demise even more. I will inhale every sweet final breath from your body, forcing your soul into me and claiming you as my own.”

Her lip trembles but her deathly glare holds firm. Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers, but just barely. I want more, I need more but not like this. No, if I’m going to have her, I want her to have a running and fighting chance, and fuck, I know she’d fight. I can see it in those otherworldly eyes.

Red catches my attention and I look at her arms to see the stream of blood sliding down her forearm, over her small bicep and disappearing under the cuff of her T-shirt. Before I can administer any restraint, my tongue is on her arm, trailing upward as the coppery taste invades my mouth. Her breath shudders and I feel my dick hardening again, still angry over the lack of release from before.

“Oh my god,” she whispers as I move myself so my cock doesn’t touch her. I notice her gaze and stop feasting on her ruby droplets to give her a wicked smirk.

“I think I like ‘God’ better than ‘sir’,” I tease, causing her cheeks to redden. “You enjoy watching?” I whisper against her ear as I grip myself and a ragged breath escapes me. “Confess your dirty thoughts to your God, angel. Tell me, is your pussy wet for me right now?”

“No,” she spits out, her eyes filling with shame as her neck turns pink.

“Uh uhhh,” I tsk while giving my cock a pull. “No need to lie, angel, it’s just us here. Confess to me and maybe you’ll be rewarded. Is your cunt weeping?” Her eyes flicker as that soft little mouth opens and closes several times. I chuckle as her pupils dilate.Sweet girl, come on, confess.

“Yes,” is her meek reply. Being a man of my word, I unravel the rope from the makeshift pulley system I have and give her enough slack to fall to her knees and for her arms to relax.

She groans while rolling her shoulders and looking up at me.

“Thank you,” she whispers as I grunt, my orgasm building.

“Open that sinful mouth, let me cleanse you.” Shocking me completely, she obeys, opening wide and sticking her tongue out. I steady myself in front of her and while I want nothing more than to bury myself down her throat and hold her nose while she suffocates on my cock, I’m not stupid enough to think she won’t try to bite my dick off if given the chance. Instead, I grip her jaw roughly as my head lines up with that tongue of hers.

“Good girl.” My grunts are nearly feral as I feel my muscles tighten. “You swallow all of it. Yes, oh god look at you.” I marvel as my cum coats her pink tongue while filling her mouth. I move my dick, my load hitting her face and down her neck. Dropping to my knees, I take my thumb and rub the streams over her face and neck while looking at her in awe. She stares at me, her hypnotic eyes wild, before they narrow into slits and she spits my load onto my face.

Oh, my sweet, stupid angel, it didn’t have to be this way.I wipe the cum onto my hand before letting out a cold chuckle. “Bad girls get punished,” I warn as I snatch her throat and grip her jaw while shoving the cum back into her mouth. She gags and I snarl at her while roughly covering her mouth and nose.

“You will swallow it, even if it’s the last thing you do.” She looks from my eyes to my arm before I feel her throat bob as she swallows me. I release her mouth as she gags and shivers. “Fucking brat.” A growl rises in my throat as I realize that this is precisely the reason I have no choice but to kill her. I can’t leave her, nor can I take her with me. If I do, she will fight me at every fucking turn and while it’s kind of cute… I think? I don’t have the time for it. My plans have to stay exact, precise and it’s already apparent that she thinks it’s best to try and fuck with my plans. Angel or not, no one fucks with my plans. I’m about to grab my knife, turn my brain off and end this whole fucking thing when I hear it. Talking. It’s far away but definitely someone talking.

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