Page 26 of Creep
I put the vibrator back to her clit and switch it back on. I continue to push my fingers in and out of her aggressively. I’m sick of the mood swings from this girl. The constant back and forth is pissing me off and I take it out on her body. It’s not long before I feel her clenching her inner walls and again, I yank my fingers from her along with the vibrator.
Whimpering, she shifts from side to side, aching to move away from me, but not uttering a single word in protest. She was fighting me the entire time even though I know she wanted this. Then she suddenly changes her entire attitude and becomes compliant? It doesn’t make any sense but I don’t care enough to think through her bullshit right now. She fucking wants me, whether she wants to admit it or not. She can hate me all she wants, but she can’t deny the fact her body is desperate for me and what I can do to her, what I can give her. To shove my cock in her tight little pussy, ripping her to fucking shreds, and leaving nothing but a bloody fucking mess behind. I know this little brat has never been denied an orgasm before and I’m loving every minute of showing her just how painful something so pleasurable can be.
“You don’t wanna beg me to stop, baby doll? Because I fucking love hearing it, but either way, it’s not going to change a goddamn thing. You need to be taught a fucking lesson ‘cause I’m sick of your shit.” She yanks on her chains, anger seeping into her cloud of lust.
“Keep your fucking hands off of me or I swear to God, I’ll…”
There’s that fucking attitude I hate to love.
“You’ll, what? What do you think you’re going to do while tied to my bed and at my mercy?”
She stares me square in the eyes as she says, “I’ll never be at anyone's mercy. One day I’ll fucking ruin you.” I laugh at her audacity. Bitch is tenacious, that’s for sure.
“Sure thing, baby doll, you get right on it. In the meantime, I’ll be here,ruining you. And might I mention, you look so good being ruined by me.” I flip her over and shove her face into the mattress, tired of hearing her voice already.
The chains wrapped around her ankles twist harder, keeping her more trapped than before. I grab a pillow, and then lifting her hips, I shove it underneath her—keeping her waist elevated and her arms and legs pulled taut.
I admire her luscious ass pulled up into this position. I trace my finger down between her cheeks to her pussy. I spread my fingers through her juices, coating them before bringing them back to her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and push against her tight ring, circling it with my finger. She tenses underneath me as I push my finger into her. She cries out at the intrusion, begging me to stop. I laugh and yank my finger out of her. I have plans for that later, but not tonight. Tonight’s about pain.
I lean down to grab the whip off the floor. Bringing it up, I smack it across her ass. With each lash, her screams worsen until they eventually die down to quiet sobs. The welts have long turned bloody and the blood trickles down her ass, trailing down her thighs, creating the most beautiful pattern across her creamy skin.
I need to see more of it.
I dash over to grab my knife out of my slacks and bring it down to her skin. I know she loves the pain of a blade, so I’m sure out of everything I’ve done tonight, she will probably enjoy this the most.
I stare at her ass as I try to find a place to cut her, but the whip has left no available room so I press the blade to right below her left ass cheek and I push down slightly, barely nicking the skin. A drop of blood forms at the tip, teasing me. For some reason, making her bleed because of my knife is a different feeling than her ass dripping blood from the whip.
It feels morepersonal.
Her body instinctively relaxes underneath me. I drag the blade across her upper thigh in a straight line, making a clean cut. Blood flows from the wound, running faster down her thighs, already beginning to drip onto the bed.
Essa cries out as I dip my head down and trace the wound with my tongue. My dick pulses as I taste her.Her blood dances along my tongue, the metallic taste zinging as I lick my lips before going back in for more.
She was made to fucking ruin me.
I push my tongue inside of her wound, ripping it open with my teeth I dig into her skin. More blood spills out and I lap at it all, wanting every drop of her inside of me. There is something about this little brat’s blood which fucks with my head. I feel completely fucking euphoric—almost as if I’m high on it.
I take the knife to her other leg and make a mark identical to the left, doubling the blood covering her. Having my fill for the time being, I stand back and watch, fascinated.
Her chest rises and falls with slow, deep breaths, no doubt her way of working through the pain, but what I see at the apex of her thighs which has grabbed my attention. She is fuckingdripping.Her arousal is mixing with her blood, smearing together and creating the ultimate concoction.My own personal fucking nirvana.
Unable to resist the temptation, I shove my tongue into her pussy from behind, her ass pushing against my face. I fuck her with my tongue as I run my hands along her ass and the backs of her thighs, spreading her blood all over her body.
She gasps, trying to squeeze her legs together but they won’t stop shaking. Moans leave her mouth, sounding huskier and breathier by the minute. I run my tongue along her inner thigh, trailing through the blood and cum mixed together. I groan at the taste, the smell of her arousal overtaking my senses.
I trail my tongue back up, running it through her folds. She gasps the moment my tongue meets her clit, her legs about to buckle.My little baby doll is about to come.
I flick my tongue across her little bundle of nerves, working her up, and then I pull away. I grab my cock, line it up against her entrance, and slam into her to the hilt, her blood and cum making it easy to slide inside of her.
“Fuuuck. You have the tightest little pussy, baby. Fucking made for me.” Gripping her hips, I slam into her, grinding against her ass before pulling back out. Moans are leaving her mouth with every stroke of my cock inside of her, telling me just how much she really fucking likes this.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear how much you love fucking my cock, you little fucking tease. You aren’t shit baby. Just a tight pussy for me to fuck.” Her pussy clenches around me like a fucking vice. Her moans turn into screams and I feel my balls draw up with the need to come. I slow my pace, drawing it out, not wanting it to end quiet yet.
She whimpers as I slowly pull out, dragging the head of my cock along her walls before slamming back in. As I pull back, I notice the blood from her ass has smeared across my groin and onto my dick. A guttural growl leaves my chest and my pace instinctually kicks up.
I brutally slam into her, losing all sense of rhythm, but all it does is draw more screams. Heat shoots up my spine as I reach my hand between Essa’s legs. I rub her clit vigorously, wanting her to finally let go and come. She’s been a good girl thus far, she deserves it.
“Fucking come!” I bark out. My words tip her over the edge because she clenches her walls around me in a vice grip, screaming into the bed as her release racks her body. I push into her once more before I let go, pulsing inside of her. Blackness flicks at the edge of my vision, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
