Page 26 of Shades of Red

Fucking brat. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I already fucked that tart cherry mouth,” I retort, dipping down to claim her stained and sticky lips with my own. “Or you’d have to hand over another of your whore holes as a prize if I won.” I kiss her until she’s panting andgasping for breath. I bite down hard on her lip, groaning when I taste her blood on my tongue. “Fuck,chérie, you taste like fucking heaven.”

My eyes roam over the chocolate streaks painting her tits, the ice cream that’s dripped down her chin, the sticky mess of cream and cherries on her stomach, and the glistening ribbons of caramel on her pussy. In addition to the mess of being used as a serving dish, Aurélie’s skin is painted in the red marks from my hands and my teeth and my knife. I’ve taken the pristine princess and thoroughly ruined her. And I have to admit, she looks divine when she’s filthy.

“But you look like you went to Hell and back,” I tease as I pull her off the table and into my arms, not minding that she’s making a mess of my white shirt as she squirms frantically against me.

“What are you doing?” she shrieks, her hands flying up to the blindfold still covering her eyes. I trap her arms beneath her body and hold her steady in my arms as I walk the short distance to the bathroom.

I can’t help but laugh at the contradiction of her lying trusting and blind on the table while I dragged a knife over her skin and shoved my cock down her throat, but she’s panicking while I do nothing more than hold her gently in my arms. Her sense of preservation poofs into existence at the strangest times.

“Relax,” I command, my tone soothing rather than sharp. “I’m just going to clean you up, dirty girl.”

Steam starts to fill the apartment, turning the already hot apartment sweltering. I open the full-length windows to let in the night air before going back to where I set Aurélie on the toilet and told her to stay put. To my surprise, she’s right where I left her, chewing on her bottom lip with her blindfold untouched. “Such a good girl,” I say in a warm tone as I get down on my knees in front of her and gently untangle the strip of red material from her hair and let it fall to the white tile floor.

Her thick eyelashes flutter as she blinks her bright blue eyes to adjust to the light that must feel glaring after over an hour in darkness. Mascara is smeared beneath her eyes, and I suddenly realize I’m an idiot for covering up the sight of her tears. Guess I’ll just have to make her cry again. “So fucking pretty.” I smile in adoration while running my knuckles over her tear stained cheeks.

She scoffs. “I’m a fucking mess.” She says it like she doesn’t realize being a complete wreck makes her even sexier.

“The prettiest damn mess I’ve ever seen,” Iagree with a small pinch on her cheek. I tug on the straps that are still on her shoulders even though I cut her dress down the middle, and what remains of her red dress falls down and pools at her sides. I offer her my hand before pulling her into the shower with me, the temperature of the water perfectly scalding.

The shower is so tiny that Aurélie is pressed into my chest, her back against the tiled wall. I grab a bar of soap and lather it in my hands before bringing it to her skin and rubbing away the remains of chocolate and sugar. The air fills with the sweet scent of bergamot and clove as I wash her pretty white skin clean. The cut between her breasts is even more visible now, and I just want to run my tongue over it and tear at it with my teeth. I drag the soap over her stomach and down between her legs, rinsing away the last of the sugary sweetness from her cunt.

“More, Grey. Please,” she pleads when I move my attention from her pussy to further down her thighs. Today was the first time we’ve played that she hasn’t gotten to come, and she’s aching because of it.

“Is this sweet little cunt feeling left out,chérie?” I stroke my hands back up her thighs and spread her folds wide open. “Do you want my mouth?” I drop to my knees on the slick tile and rim her entrance with my tongue before thrusting inside her. She moans loudly, the sound of it echoing through the shower. Her fingers dig into my wet hair, and she forces my mouth harder against her needy cunt. I flick my tongue over her clit, loving to see her writhe on my tongue. She whimpers when I pull away and sit up on my heels to look at her. “Or do you want my cock?

“Anything,” she breathes. Her eyes are shut while she leans against the wall, her hips thrusting into the empty air like a desperate slut begging to be used.

I slap both of my palms against her wet skin, forcing her eyes to open with a jolt while she whimpers at the sudden pain. “Eyes on me,golden girl, and tell me what you want,” I demand.

“Y-your cock,” she mumbles, although I’m fairly certain she would let me shove anything into one of her holes if it meant she would get off.

“Good choice,” I growl, rising to my feet, grabbing her slick thigh in one hand, and wrapping her leg around my waist so she’s spread open. “Hold onto me so you don’t slip.”

After she wraps her arms around my neck, I line the swollen head of my cock up with her dripping entrance and slam into her, forcing her hard against the tile wall. While I’m still inside her, I grab her other leg and bring it up to my waist so that she’s straddling my hips. She locks her ankles and holds on tight while I bounce her up and down, shoving her against the wet wall with every thrust. My wet hair drapes into my eyes, and the water is scorching as it pounds down on my back; my skin will be red before we’re done.

My climax comes on quick and strong. I attack her mouth with mine, overwhelmed with the need to fill her as much as possible. She opens for me, allowing me to spear my tongue into her warm throat as I shoot my load inside her pussy, filling her with my cum for the second time tonight.

I feel her scream into my mouth as she comes with me, our cum mixing together before it slides down her thighs and disappears down the drain. I find that I’m disappointed when I place Aurélie down on her feet and watch the remnants of me wash away with the water. I frown down at her too clean thighs. Shower sex isn’t dirty enough for my tastes.

“Let’s get the rest of you clean so I can take you to bed and get you filthy all over again,” I growl against her ear. “Turn around.”

She does as I ask, spinning around so that her tits are pressed against the wet wall and her delectable ass is in my view for the first time tonight. But I gasp when I see her ass isn’t the perfect, milkywhite that I remember from her alleyway spanking. It’s a mess of mottled green and yellow with some splotches of purple in the middle. “What the fuck, Aurélie?” I gasp. “What happened?”

“Merde,” she whispers so softly I can barely hear her. She tries to turn back around, but I brace my arm against her lower back and hold her against the wall so I can survey the damage.

“Whatthe fuckhappened?” I ask again, very aware that she’s stalling rather than responding.

“Nothing,” she bites back.

“It doesn’t look like nothing.”

“I fell.”

“Youfell?” I repeat her own words back to her so she can hear how ridiculous they sound.

“Yes. I tripped over the stairs at home and fell hard on my ass.”

I frown down at her, by some miracle managing to ignore how her peachy ass glistens with the water dripping down. It doesn’t look like she fell. It looks like she got her ass whipped. I recognize the bruises well from growing up with a dad who had a tendency to let his belt and later his fists do all the talking.

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