Page 15 of The Sins That Bleed
“You’re going to do exactly as I say until I’m satisfied. If you stop, I will inflict pain that will leave a scar, got it? If you want to stop at any point, you will tell me and I will leave here as if this encounter never happened.”
I nod. “Yes, mon cauchemar.”
I’ve pleased her. My lips tip up at the corners as her delicate hand traces the contours of my face and I don’t fight it, the sensation making my eyes flutter in delight. They ghost over my cheekbone, the bridge of my nose, and along my jaw until her hand closes around my throat and she tips my head further back. The bite of her long red nails as they dig into my skin drives my desire higher.
“You’re going to take your gun and fuck me with it. You will pleasure me with it until I come, and only then will I allow you taste me. You’re desperate to taste my pussy, aren’t you?”
All I can do is nod. I’m enraptured by her and I’m practically convulsing at the thought of tasting her. I’ve never loathed myself more.
She lets go of my throat and steps a little closer, her hands on the lace of her skirts as she reveals more of her slender thighs to me. A moan slips past my lips even though I’m yet to see any more of her. Before she gets to her centre, she stops.
“Get that gun ready, mon chéri. Oh, and leave the safety off, finger on the trigger.” Her eyes sparkle with glee. “I like to play dangerously.”
She’s fucking crazy, but I do as she says, bringing the metal up in front of my face and leaving the safety off. Our gazes stays locked and it’s as though she’s stripping me bare, seeing all the secrets that I keep hidden from the world.
A small dip of her chin tells me she’s ready. I move the gun toward her as she moves her skirt enough to give me access, and my eyes leave hers to find a thin scrap of black lace covering sensitive flesh. I’m so hard it’s painful.
She meets me halfway and I slide the cool metal along the material until it slips between the apex of her thighs. A gasp leaves her lips and I’m torn between looking at what I’m doing and seeing the pleasure I’m giving her as it plays out over her hauntingly beautiful features.
I give in and watch her face transform into something softer. She transcends any beauty that exists on anyone else.
I fucking hate her.
“Is that all you’ve got, mon chéri? If you want to be rewarded your own release, you’ll need to do better than that.”
I snap back to the gun that has barely moved since I got distracted by her face. I concentrate on the movement, on pleasuring her how she wants it. Flipping between wanting this to be over and it never ending.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Harder, just like that.”
I move the gun back and forth, pressing harder every time it catches her clit over the fabric. I wish it wasn’t in the way, but I don’t dare stop to move it. She didn’t give me permission.
Her whimpers fill the room and I’m compelled to make her come. I flip the gun upside down so the shape works with the curves of her pussy. She lowers her manicured hand down from holding her skirt and slips her panties to the side.
It’s too dark to see with her skirt now lowered. Frustration courses through me at missing out on what I know is a slick pussy, waiting for me to fill it.
She widens her stance and I take that as an invitation to run the barrel through her folds. It slides through easily and I groan at how wet she is for this. To be fucked by my gun. I do the movement again, testing her limit by angling it up on the next pass, causing the tip to go in.
When she doesn’t stop me, I take that as a sign to go all out. The next stroke I push it further inside her pussy and she curses under her breath. I rock it in and out of her, finding a rhythm that has her grinding against it, the trigger guard hitting her clit in a way that will have her coming in no time. Each thrust of my hand pushes my finger down, increasing the risk of the gun going off.
“I’m going to come, keep fucking me with your gun. Show me how much you hate me, take your hate for how much you want this out on my body. Cleanse me with pleasure, mon chéri,” she whimpers.
She’s panting and I go harder until she shatters around the gun. I wish she was full of my cum instead, but I settle for watching her tip her head back in ecstasy. Gently, I slip the soiled gun from her folds.
Her hand takes hold of mine and I shiver at the sensation of her cold skin. Lifting my hand, she puts the gun in the sliver of moonlight. My eyes soak up the slick mess of her cum coating the metal as it glistens before me.
“Look what you did. You made a mess, now clean it.”
She watches me and I realise she wants me to lick it clean. Her degrading tone bristles against me and I revel in it. I don’t want to break this spell she’s cast over me.
My tongue glides over the weapon and I finally taste her. Her juices burst on my tastebuds and I know I’m fucked. I’ll never want to taste another woman after this. She tastes as sweet as she smells, and it’s my new favourite fucking flavour.
“That’s a good boy, lick it all off and I might just reward you.”
I obey until the weapon is completely clean. She inspects it and rewards me with a smile. I can’t stand the warmth that spreads through my body at the praise.
“You did so well, mon chéri. Looks like you’ll be rewarded after all.”
It’s the only warning I get before she tugs me by the hair and forces me to stand.
