Page 10 of Wounded Wing

Leaning closer to her bare mound, I watch as my gun spreads her wide open.

Fuck.

Mon papillonsmells divine and her silence is all I need for consent.

Darting my tongue out, I lick at the little throbbing flesh poking through her folds. A desperate groan leaves me as her juices soak the weapon and down my arms. Her musky scent mixed with a hint of something floral makes my mouth water. Easing the now crimsoned-coated weapon from her red, puffy folds, I bury my tongue inside of her swollen, inflamed pussy.

A salty-metallic flavor coats my tongue, fresh blood mixing with her arousal. My hips jerk towards the floor like hers had done moments ago, in sync with my tongue. I’m desperate to feel her battered heat suck me in just as she did with my pistol.

Licking back up to her throbbing clit, I nip the bud between my teeth. Her body seizes as her cunt flutters, releasing a mixture of her juices and a slightly bitter liquid on my tongue and face.

“Fuck, soak my face little butterfly,” I pant, not caring if she can hear me.

Ripping myself from her core before I lap up the remaining lubrication, I pop the button of my slacks to free my throbbing cock. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, unable to contain itself as the combination of fluids linger on my tongue.

Stroking my leaking cock, I watch her unconscious form. I’m torn between wanting her to rouse so I can continue her punishment and taking her while she's at her weakest. Every day is a dance between us, pushing to see who will be the first to crack. Much to my denial, she has been winning these fights, as of late. It seems my pretty butterfly has been mending her broken wings behind my back.

Too bad she’ll never escape me.

The slick sound of my hand rubbing my wet cock echoes around the room, driving me to moan. Mae’s body twitches in response to my voice. It seems she hasn’t forgotten that she owes the Devil her soul.

Letting go of my cock, I use both hands and haul her closer. Spreading her legs, I lean forward and inch into her heat.

“Oh, fuck–” I choke out, rolling my eyes back as her pretty, swollen pussy swallows me with no objection. I feel every damaged ridge inside of her, every spot that is swollen and hotter than the rest. Pulling out, her blood covers my cock, triggering my desire to see more of it.

I snap my hips forward, pounding into her with a punishing force until she cries out in pain unconsciously.

Wanting to feel her grip my cock as I cum, I slide my fingers over my shaft, swiping the excess blood before circling her clit. I continue painting the nub with the crimson liquid. “Such a fucking pretty sight,” I mumble, pinching it sharply. Her tight pussy locks around my cock as I unload more cum than her abused sex can handle.

“Be a good girl and take it all,” I moan, lingering inside of her. I keep her full as her body thrashes against the intrusion.

Sliding myself free from my wife’s abused sex, I take my phone out of my pocket. Dialing the doctor’s number is as easy as breathing at this point. Between shipment checkups and years of injuries from both Mae and myself, I required a certain level of discretion that only a private medic could understand.

“Chto ty khochesh’?What do you want?” A gruff voice interrupts on the second ring.

“Get to the club, I have a butterfly that needs tending to,” I snap.

“You’re going to kill her with these games, Lennon,” he sighs, wearily. “Naskol’ko plokho?How bad is it?What do I need to bring?”

Breathing out a sigh of relief pleased that he doesn’t continue his well-versed lecture, I reply easily, “Everything you have on hand. I’ll send your payment now.”

“I’m on my way,” he says, ending the call before I could tell him to make haste.

Glancing down at Mae, I focus on how her hair sticks to her bloodied face. She is a beautiful woman. Stunning, really. Curvaceous, smart-mouthed, and devastatingly broken; everything I could have hoped for. She takes the hits better than any other pet I’ve kept. Maybe it’s because she thinks she deserves the pain. I suppose losing the love of your life at a young age would do that to a person. Not that I would know, of course. Love is too complex of an emotion for me. I simply obsess, possess, and destroy the object of my fascination. Unfortunately for Mae, that has been her.

A throat clearing drags me from my musings. Time seemed to flit by far too quickly for my liking. Brushing my slacks off, I stand fromMae’s crumpled body. “It’s rude to not announce your arrival, Doc,” I scold.

Alexei Chaban, or as I've come to know him, Lex, stands widely, blocking the doorway. The light blond-haired man homes in on Mae, his jaw set firmly to disguise any show of emotion.

“Stare at my wife any harder and I’ll start to feel like I’m being judged,” I deadpan.

I’m acutely aware that Lex and his brothers aren’t fond of my brand of darkness. Though their attitudes vex me, seeing as all three of them are still involved with their own syndicates in one way or another. Doc’s icy-blue stare pins me with displeasure, clearly unhappy with being called here.But he’s here, nonetheless.

“You know the rules, Doc. Not a peep to anyone about what you’ve seen here tonight,” I warn.

“I’ll take things from here, Lennon. See yourself out and go find my brothers, they could use some entertainment,” he says, dismissively.

Smiling, I step away from Mae, moving towards the door leaving Lex to work his magic on my wife. Entertainment is what I do best, and frankly, I owe Alexei.

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