Page 360 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

We’d been discussing this scene for weeks, and she’d pushed me every chance she got trying to get me to move. I had given her every funishment or punishment I could think of to delay the inevitable, only because I knew she wanted it so badly. But calling me a submissive in front of my friends at my own fucking play party? That was enough to push me over the edge.

I bound her hands and then threw a rope over one of the taller branches of the tree, using it to pull her up onto the balls of her feet. Securing the rope to the trunk of the tree, I whispered in her ear, “You didn’t get very far, did you, little fox?”

“I tested this spot,” she muttered, losing her grip on the ground with her toes and hanging from her wrists for a moment. I lowered the rope just a smidge, giving her more to hold onto with her toes. “How’d you find me?”

“You forgot about this.” I gave her tail a little tug and she yelped.

I finished securing her wrists and stalked around her, tracing a finger across her lips. I cupped her chin and ducked down, kissing her hard. Our kiss was all teeth and tongue and pulled hair, owning her until she was breathless. Her eyes dilated and her mouth opened, and I slid the bit gag into her mouth before she had a chance to fight it.

We’d been together for over three years, and she still fell for that trick every time.

I took my time removing her clothes, one item at a time. As I did, I realized the snotty little brat had planned for today to be the day; she wasn’t wearing any of her body jewelry, and her bra was the kind with removable straps, so I didn’t have to cut it off. She hated when I cut through her favorite bras.

I loved it, because she was cute when she was mad, and then I got to take her shopping for new bras.

“Didn’t want me to have to use a knife, hmm?” I extracted the knife in question, carefully selected and sanitized for the occasion. Laying the flat side against her cheek, I pressed it into her skin just enough to force her to turn her cheek and look at me.“But you know how much I love them, little fox.”

She worked her mouth around the bit, muttering something, but her breath was starting to come faster, and I could see the blood pulsing under the vein in her neck.

Fisting her hair in my hand, I held the blunt edge of the knife against her cheek and leaned forward, staring at her as I did so. I ducked my face and pressed my nose and mouth against the warmth of her neck, relishing that sweet soft spot, delicate and tender, begging for marks. Alice always smelled like candy, but underneath was something innocent and delicate. Something I treasured.

I opened my mouth and let my teeth and tongue trace her skin, listening to the shudder of her breath as she tried to maintain her composure.

The skirt came off next, and she was left hanging there, scowling and horny, naked except her ears, her tail, and a skimpy little black thong. I slid the knife under the waistband of the thong, and the blade cut through the elastic like butter.

I squeezed one of her breasts, drawing my fingers down her body and circling her belly where her snakes swirled across her skin. “What sweet, soft skin you have, little fox,” I growled. Her eyes dilated and she squeezed them shut and looked away. “No, you fucking look at me,” I spat. “You’re going to watch me while I carve you up. Understand?”

She squeezed her eyes closed even harder and bit down against the gag.

I gave her a nice slap across her cheek, her eyes flying open and watering at the sharpness. The lust and the desire in her gaze as she turned her head back towards me made my knees week and my cock throb. I watched the slight flush of my handprint brighten against her skin with hunger.

Tiny little toy. I went to my knees in front of her, licking and biting at her breasts and pulling my fingernails down her back, the red indents appearing after a few moments. I licked and bit my way down her body until my mouth rested on her mons, right above her clit.

I could smell her and see her cum dripping down her inner thighs. I’d edged her the past two days, and she was losing her mind with desire and need. My mouth watered knowing she was all mine to consume.

I lifted the knife and held it right above her smooth waxed skin, wiping my spit from the area with an alcohol wipe I’d stashed in my pocket. “Alice... who do you belong to?”

She murmured the words back to me through the bit gag.

“That’s my good girl. You’d better hold still, little bug.” Lifting my eyes to hers, I said, “This is going to hurt.”

She bit her the gag again and braced herself, her toes planted into the dirt below her, her fingertips clenched around the rope. A single tear dripped down her cheek and she whimpered.

My blood was hot and my ears tuned to her little gasps and whimpers as I turned the edge of the knife into her. I watched as her luscious, soft skin split under the blade, pooling in blood, as I carefully sketched my initials into that sweet, delicate spot between her hip bones.

Her tears ran down her cheeks and her belly and mixed with her blood, and she forced herself to stay still for me as she took my pain, cried for me, bled for me. I watched it drip down and pool around the hood of her clit, and then drip down her thighs, still painted with my bruises from a session a few days ago.

Finished with my scaring, I set the knife aside and wrapped my hands around her thighs, digging my fingernails into the backs of her legs. She cried out as I tilted my head, bringing my face to meet the apex of her legs.

The sweetness of her cum, the heat of her sex, and the sharp tang of her blood and her sweat mixed on my tongue as I lapped it up, lost in her cries of pain and pleasure.All mine, all for me.

I could tell she was close. She had this cute little whine she made when she started to lose control.

“No.” I answered before she could ask, and I felt her take a deep, steadying breath under me, and try to control herself.

When I was good and done, I took another alcohol pad and wiped up the cuts. They were barely more than a scratch, but fuck if I didn’t love seeing my initials in her skin. She winced and screamed and cried as I wiped the area down, and then taped a piece of gauze across it, protecting her from the upcoming friction.

Pulling the safety release tie from the tree, she dropped to the ground, stumbling to catch her balance. I caught her by the shoulders and then pushed her down to the ground, her knees hitting the soft grass below her. I smiled down at her as she put her hands behind her back, threading her fingers together exactly like I’d taught her.

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