Page 30 of All Your Pain

“Of how you make me feel!”

I can’t take anymore, that’s a good enough confession for now. I quickly work to undo her cuffs then grab her hips and bury myself in deep.

“Ah!” Willow cries out before whimpering my name over and over. Her pussy’s so wet and with the added blood I slide in with little resistance. I immediately start pumping hard to coax the first orgasm from her.

With her hands now free she makes use of them by grabbing onto my arm whilst the other gingerly trails along the fresh cuts on her stomach.

I swat her hand away and say, “not yet.”

“What is it?” she asks, her voice still shaky from the tension in her body.

“You’ll see.” I guide her bloodied fingers to her clit and start her off. When I take my hand away she keeps on playing with herself giving me the opportunity to finish off my branding on her body.

As soon as the knife drags along her skin her pussy clamps down and she comes. “Even if your mouth doesn’t tell me how you feel, your pussy certainly does.”

Leaving myself deep inside her whilst the last tremors of her orgasm subside I finish my work.

With each cut her pussy grips me so nicely.

She looks high on endorphins, her pupils blown out and a wide smile on her face for me.

My beautiful girl.

Her hands trail up my body leaving streaks of blood in their wake. Just that gentle touch is enough to bring me to the edge. So close. Just one more cut and it’ll be perfect.

She starts to whimper and when I take the blade away her body jerks to life again. “Dean, it's too much! There’s so much I can’t take it all!”

“Does it feel good?” I ask, slowly rocking my hips against her.

“Yes,” she breathes out shakily.

“Then, you can take it. You’re made to take me, baby. All of you was made for me.” I can't hold back. My thrusts come to a sharp halt as I’m finishing inside her.

As my come fills her, I lean down and lick up the blood pooling in her belly button.

When I smile at her, with blood stained teeth, she clamps down around me again, her hands grip my arms as her legs fly up to wrap around my waist.

“I’m coming! Dean! Please I’m—,” her words are cut off as she chokes on a scream.

“That’s right! Scream for me! Your God that gifts you pain and pleasure. Your torturer. Your protector. Fuck! I love you!”

My lap becomes covered in a wave of warmth as she comes.

“Oh, fuck, my perfect, little kitten’s a squirter,” I tease her. “All it took was carving my name into you.”

She blinks slowly, crimson blooming on her cheeks almost the same shade as her blood.

“Your?” She sounds confused and it takes her a minute to come to her senses. She can barely lift her head, she’s so out of it. “Your name?”

I gently grab her hair and guide her head to look down at herself. There’s a lot of blood pooling on the cuts but they’re still distinguishable. Taking up all her previously unmarked flesh isDEANcut as neatly as I could with a largeXunderneath.

“This will help you to remember that no matter how many times you try to leave me I’ll always drag you right back. I own you, Willow. Every single part of you belongs to me. Now, tell me you’re mine.”

Her words are slurred but I make them out perfectly. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby, forever.” I kiss her, letting her taste her own blood and she moans, her fingers sliding through my hair.“Willow, when you die, I die. I swear I’ll find you again in the next life and make you mine all over again. I’ll leave scars so deep they’ll never fade no matter how many times you come back. I’ll hunt you down and mark you again for eternity. All because you are mine.”

I’m not one hundred percent sure if she even understands me, her eyes are glassy and unfocused, like she really is high and her breathing is so heavy I’m sure she’ll pass out any moment now.

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