Page 77 of Isle of Pain

“Such an obedient little pet,” she praises as she prowls around me, her fingers trailing goosebumps where she touches my shoulders and chest. “Kneel. And don’t move.”

I kneel on the rug, the soft cotton familiar on my skin, helping me drop already into a submissive state. I close my eyes and take a deep inhale to quench the anticipation coursing through me. This is better than the blade I’ve taken to my arms in hopes of leeching the pain away. The sound of her footstepsebbs away before it comes back. Marie lifts my chin with the blunt leathery head of a flogger. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Miss Marie.”

Understanding and kindness blends on her beautiful face. She needs this as much as I do, the reminder of her control. She nods and disappears behind me. “What’s your safe word?”

“Fire.”

“Good. Mine is ‘purple’. Now bow your head down, baby. And start counting.”

The first lash across my shoulders has me hissing through my teeth and arching as frissons skate across my skin. “One.”

At the second one, I let out a groan. “Louder,” Marie orders. “And don’t forget to count.”

She keeps a rhythm, creating a criss-cross of marks on my back. The longer we go, the more fuzzy my head grows. At twenty, I’m floating between pain and pleasure, sweat making my skin damp. I know Marie would need way more to actually break the skin but the perspective of giving her all I have sends a jolt of happiness through my system.

I can’t resist squeezing my cock, the edges of my vision blurring. “You can touch yourself but do not come, Nico. That cum belongs to me,” Marie’s sweet voice sifts through the haze, a mental caress I obey without thought. “You did so good, baby,” she says as she caresses my cheek. “Give me a colour.”

“Green.”

She hums, satisfied with herself, and I watch as she pulls her dress over her head, leaving her on full display for me. “Were you naked under that dress the whole evening?” I grunt and she giggles.

“I was. Maybe I was hoping I could lure you into the bathroom and have you lick my pussy in between the main course and dessert.”

Fuck. I’d have done it. I'd do it right now but I remain still, perfectly poised for her next command.

Marie disappears from view for a second but my ears strain so much to hear what she’s up to that I don’t miss the glide of the knife taken out of its butcher block. I start to pant, my eyes rolling back even though she hasn’t used the knife yet. When she uses the sharp edge to lift my chin, I hiss and she smirks. A small flick of her wrist has a drop of blood sliding down the column of my throat in the most erotic and tantalising slow glide.

“Don’t move,” Marie whispers and I hold my breath.

The heavy butcher knife glints in her hands. Walking Death has never looked so enticing, so fucking delicious I want to take a bite of it, of her. With a shallow hold, Marie brings the knife down to my collarbone, barely pressing but she doesn’t need to. Her pupils blow wide as blood wells from the cut, her lips parting before she licks the blood away. Her shallow breaths have her breasts move with every intake. She’s a masterpiece.

Marie slides the knife to the other side and down to the bullet scar, creating red lines like a map of her love for me. I clench my fists, cock hard and throbbing, but all I am is at her mercy. Blood don’t pour out this time and I’m grateful to avoid the feeling of liquid on my skin, but it does taint the blade.

I watch, riveted, my own lips parted in disbelief as she brings the knife up and licks the blade. We moan in unison. I almost come on the spot.

She doesn’t speak but moves to the kitchen and drops the knife in the sink, then taps her thigh and walks towards our bedroom. I crawl after her, my eyes on her peachy ass. When she glances behind her shoulders, she smoulders at me and I swear her pupils blow even wider.

“Lay down on the bed for me, baby.”

I do as I’m told, the chafing of the sheets uncomfortable at my back, rivulets of blood on my chest. I love it. It’s another wayto stay within the scene, to stay out of my head as I focus on not coming from the permanent sensation of stinging discomfort.

Marie crawls on top of me, her hair on both sides of her face, falling like dark curtains of silk and grazing the sensitive skin of my legs and lower belly. Her tongue dips down to lick my stomach and chest where she cuts me and I whimper. Then, she straddles me.

“Please, fuck me, Miss Marie. I’ve missed you so much. I need your tight cunt to squeeze my cock until you’re full of me.”

For the first time since we started tonight, her lips crash on mine and her taste overwhelms my senses. She’s everywhere. I reach up to tangle my fists into her hair, holding her to me like she’d disappear if I don’t. She whimpers softly into my mouth, letting go of our scene for a second while we feed off each other’s need. Melting into me and settling the weight of her body on mine, Marie lets herself be mine. That’s how it feels. There’s no pretend or persona, no scene or established dynamic as we consume each other. In a rush, our mouths still locked, our bodies pressed together, Marie lifts herself and guides my erection into her wet heat. She sinks down and we moan in unison.

Like a man possessed, I flip us over and get on top of her, in between her opened thighs. The flesh under my hands is soft and I grip it hard, afraid to let go.

“Let me breed you,luna mia. Please, please, please. Take my cum until you grow my child. I’ll do anything,” I say in between ravenous kisses.

“I’m not on the pill anymore,” Marie breathes and my cock pulses in response.

“Ohfuck. Are you telling me you’re gonna have my baby?”

“It was fucking up with the meds they’re giving me.” She looks at me sheepishly and bites her lip. “Are you gonna fuck me like you mean it, baby?”

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