Page 47 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
I can hear light footsteps as Master returns holding two burning red candles. I frown and look in confusion as to why he has two candles until he tips hot liquid onto my breasts and I scream in shock and agony, raising my chest off the table and flailing my arms but not moving an inch. Hot lava runs downmy nipples and a red splash pattern of wax covers my breasts. Master’s eyes are trained on mine, not on the cooling liquid solidifying on my breasts. His pupils are blown, and for the first time I see desire transform his cruel face to that of awe. “I love it when you scream for me.” He reaches down and adjusts himself in his trousers. He picks up the candles again and smiles at me as he holds them millimetres from my nipples and tips the gathered hot liquid in a circle splashing on more bare skin and hearing me howl in my restraints.
“Music to my ears. And this isn’t even the best part,” he says as he puts the candles back down and walks over to my face. “Open your mouth.” Obediently I do as he asks and I hear him hack up all the saliva in his mouth and spit it in my open mouth.” I almost gag at the feeling. “Swallow and thank me.”
Holding down the bile that is threatening to rise up again, I manage a “Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, Whore.”
Turning his attention to the cooling wax, he takes out a pocketknife and flips it open. “Hold still if you want to keep your nipples.” He laughs maniacally and I stop breathing.
Pressing the flat of the knife against my skin, he teases up the cooled wax which peels away from my skin. Over and over again, I take in a breath, I hold it as the knife touches skin and I let it out when my skin is not pierced, and blood doesn’t run down the table. The more he does it, the more I watch, the wetter I become. I am a mess. What is this evil man doing to me? I want and hate his pain. I want and hate his knife running up my skin. He’s building my arousal again and again with every stroke of his flat blade. When he’s on my nipples, I see the focus and the desire emanating from him. He wants to hurt me; I can see it.
When my skin is angry and red but no longer covered in wax, he leans over my body with his knife and holds it out ofmy eyesight, the tip touching my chest. “I need to see you bleed,” he says as he drives the point into my skin as I whimper in fear and an intoxicating desire to see what he does next. Lowering his lips to my chest, he sucks deeply and I raise my chest a fraction to keep his lips to my skin. Slowly he rises and narrows his eyes at me. “You’re the real fucking deal, aren’t you? You are the whore of my dreams aren’t you?”
Not waiting for an answer, he climbs onto the table and straddles me, lowering to one arm, his face painfully close to mine and I think he’s going to kiss me but he doesn’t, he lifts the knife to my neck and my heart stops in my chest before it pounds harder than ever before. He holds the tip of the blade to the sensitive part of my neck where I feel a sharp sting and then his lips are on me, sucking and licking like a man possessed. I don’t know how big or deep the cut is, but he’s devouring me like he’s drinking water from the source. I moan at the sensations he’s creating running wildly through my body.
Raising back onto his arm he whispers, “You taste like a drug I cannot sate my growing need for, I want to slice you up and suck you dry from every opening I create on your skin, I want to own your life flow and feel it pulse through my veins, intoxicating.” And for an insane moment I almost say,Do it. But I hold back. I don’t know this man. I could be handing over my death warrant for all I know. It’s bad enough I’m locked down and he’s cutting me and literally drinking my blood.What would he do if I asked him to do it?I shudder at my own insanity. Maybe he is a drug to my own sanity because right now I must be out of my mind.
I feel another nick on my neck and I tense at the slight pain as he leans in to drink and suck more. “Taste yourself,” he says as he ploughs his hot tongue straight into my mouth. The metallic taste of blood fills my tastebuds. I don’t recoil but I allow him to lap at my tongue as I feel what it’s like for a knife-wielding, bloodthirsty deviant to kiss me. The way he kisses me makes me feel alive and hungry for more. I hate this man and here I am craving him. He’s fucking with my head in ways I have no words for.
Pulling away and breaking our kiss, a beautiful evil smile crosses his face and shines from his eyes. “I’m only just getting started,” he says as he wipes his lips on his forearm. “Things are about to get juicy.” Clarity seems to have cleared whatever spell he was just under as he moves down my naked body and kneels in front of my pussy. I watch in trepidation and then an ice-cold fear freezes my blood. Parting my pussy lips open with one hand, he lifts the candle close and tips the lava liquid straight onto my sensitive flesh. I erupt in agony. My body vibrates with a burning fire between my legs as I writhe in pain and ball my fists together. Panting through the sheer pain, I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to absorb the fire flooding my bloodstream.
As the wax cools and my breathing begins to steady out along with my raging heartbeat, I open my eyes to see heated ones watching me, enthralled. Keeping our eye contact, he pulls my lips further apart at the top of my pussy and finds my sensitive nub of nerves. He lazily circles it with his thumb and eases my quivering body into one yearning for his touch. He rubs with more pressure watching every jolt of my building pleasure. The burning pain subsides to a forgotten simmer as the depraved situation sends my heightened nerves into overdrive. Moving my hips against his thumb and slipping deeper into my haze of coiling pleasure, I explode into an earth shattering delirium of orgasmic heaven and then the fire of hell rains down on me as liquid wax is poured directly onto my exposed clit.
“FUCKKKK, you burned my fucking clitttttt you mother fucking arsehole!” I scream in fury as I thrash around and take heed of what he’s just done to me. “Fuck ithurts so bad, make it stop, make it stop,” I scream at my Master as tears stream down my face and heat radiates from my clit, my pussy, even my arsehole where the wax has dripped down. I pound my fists on the table, I howl in big, exaggerated sobs and wriggle my knees and feet as much as the restraints allow me to move through the red hot, lightning bolts of pain as I glare at him through clenched teeth. He is now rubbing himself enthusiastically through his trousers smiling with satisfaction at my pain.
“I fucking love the noises you make, Whore; they are music to my ears. I want you to scream again.”
“Fuck. You.” I grit out and realise too late that is not what I should be saying to this sadist.
He laughs at my retort, then, deadly serious, he replies, “I think you forgot something, Whore?” He’s lowered himself back over me and is holding the flat of his blade to the side of my chin.
Terror replaces my anger in an instant and I quickly babble out, “Master.”
“Open your fucking mouth, slut,” he growls at me and then I hear him hocking up more saliva before he spits it in my open waiting mouth. “Keep that in your fucking mouth and stay quiet whilst I peel off the wax from your cunt.” Wide eyed I blink my reply and try to tame my full body shakes as he moves back down my body and begins to slide his knife under the cooled wax. I can barely breathe through my snotty nose, but I don’t risk swallowing to see what the outcome of his true wrath is.
I lay still, holding his disgusting spit in my mouth praying to the lord above he does not slice me open, especially with the way blood is pumping down to that area. One nick and I swear I’d bleed out and die. My pussy has a heartbeat of its own as it throbs and pulses, enjoying the apprehension and touch of the knife peeling back the wax on my delicate and heated skin. I am so incredibly fucked up right now, I need to come again.
Seeing my arousal for himself once he’s finished peeling off the wax, he flips his blade precariously to hold the flat blade between his fingers and runs the handle through my slick folds. Grinning back up at me, he announces, “Well well well, we have ourselves a little pain slut, look at you fucking dripping all over my knife. I bet you’d like me to fuck you with it wouldn’t you?”
I can’t answer, I still have my mouth closed but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like him to fuck me with his lethal weapon. He’s not waiting for an answer, “Bad fucking luck this time Whore, my cock is leaking to pound in here instead. Now swallow so I can hear you take my cock.”
I do as he says, closing my eyes to try and help my gag reflex accept the liquid. I watch in fear and desire as this unhinged man pulls off his t-shirt to reveal a slim, toned chest and body as he quickly pulls down his trousers and boxers to reveal muscular thighs and his thick hard length, the head red and angry with precum dripping from the tip.
I close my eyes fighting the desire I have for him to fuck me. I want his cock so bad; I’d let him hurt me all over again to get it. Fuck, I need to bite my tongue not to beg him.
Lowering himself over me, he lines himself up to my entrance and thrusts savagely inside of me. I wouldn’t have expected anything less. I’m dripping so I can take him, but the weight and sharp momentum of his thrusts make me cry out in a surprised yelp which does nothing to slow him, only makes him push himself deeper. He’s stabbing me with his cock and he knows it, he’s not trying to make it nice as his lips curl with each thrust. And yet, after the pain he just caused me and the pain he’s giving me now, my body is alight and taking it, wanting it. The way he’s callously fucking me, using me, taking everything he wants from me—I like it. I shouldn’t like it, I don’t want to like it, but my clit is sparking, and my body is pressing up against his as much as it can.
Putting his weight on one hand, he grabs my breast roughly and squeezes hard before pinching my nipple and twisting painfully. I whimper in pain but his actions are only sending more sparks down to my clit. He slaps my breast, then squeezes it so hard I cry out and that only makes him do it again and again. He likes me screaming, it’s spurring him on and oh god, his reaction to my pain is spurring me on.
My orgasm detonates in my body as I scream out in pain and pleasure, the two are wracking my body from this crazed man. Wave after wave he sends my climax over me, going feral with his own climax whilst I’m thrashing beneath him. He likes me chained down, he likes me screaming. He is a monster in sheep’s clothing, and I just walked into the lion’s den. I should be appalled. I should be using my safe word to get the fuck out of here and away from him. But fuck he just made me come so hard, the aftershocks are still vibrating through my body as he jerks and covers my insides with his come.
“Fuck, Whore, you just milked me dry with your beautiful fucking screams. I bet there isn’t a dry dick watching our livestream right now. I thought I’d enjoy you hating the pain, but I think I like it more that you want more pain, and I know you want it. That is hot. Unfortunately, I have to hand you over to my half-brother because ‘fair’s fair’ and all that bullshit. If I had it my way, I’d be slicing and sucking you all afternoon. But no, Father wants my brother to have his wicked way with you and in all honesty, I can’t wait to watch what that mother fucker does with your body. Will you scream in fear? Probably. Look, the very thought is getting me hard again.”
I can feel it too, his cock growing hard inside of me again. He leans back and pulls out not giving a second thought to being gentle. He moves off the table, picks up his discarded clothes and walks away from me and as I lift my head, I see him open and walk out of the door, without a backwards glance.
Stunned I just lie there, come leaking out of my pussy.Whatthe fuck just happened?That man has serious issues. I have serious issues. What was he talking about,‘Will you scream in fear?’when his brother was so soft and gentle earlier? I hope he comes soon; I need to use the bathroom and my stomach grumbles.
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