Drip

For her.

Look at her just lying there. She’s just waiting. She’s waiting to be subjected to whatever I feel like administering to her beautiful body. Her wrists and ankles are cuffed to the bedposts. She doesn’t bear a single article of clothing. This was truly a memorable sight. The look on her face was so real. This may be a consensual act, but if anyone didn’t know, they could swear she was bound to this bed against her will. The anticipation in her eyes kindled like red flame. I could hear the sound of her staggered breathing. I could see the rise and fall of her perfect chest. Oh, this was going to be fun.

 

“Get used to those cuffs. It doesn’t matter how much you struggle. It doesn’t matter how loud you scream. You’re here. You’re mine. And you can’t stop me,” I said, with conviction. I slowly approached the bed as she gazed up at me. “What a flawless body you have. It’s a shame its immaculate state is not going to last,” I said. “Please… Please don’t hurt me… I’ll do anything you want…” Lyla said, timidly. That fear was so believable. It’s as though she had fantasized about this night every night for several years. “You’re so adorable when you beg, my cute little pet. Unfortunately you beg to no avail, because if you are to expect pain, it shall be an expectation that will not fail to be met. But don’t worry. You’ll get a little more than pain by the time I’m done with you,” I said.

 

I picked up a knife from a nearby nightstand. It had brass knuckles on the handle. I crawled onto the bed and hovered above the entrancing girl under me. I could feel her breath upon my chest. I took the tip of the blade and I aimed it at her throat, without touching it. “You can feel its presence, can’t you? You can feel how close it is? Oh, it would be so simple. Just knowing I have that power in my hand is such a tremendous pleasure, but there are other tremendous pleasures for me to have, such as the look in your eyes and the sound of your voice,” I said. I took the tip of the blade and I put it right in between her breasts. She moaned so incredibly loud, and I barely even applied any pressure. I made a figure 8 around her perfectly sized breasts with the blade. “You’re so fun to play with. How could I ever get enough of you?” I asked, smirking. Then, I took the blade and poked her left n****e gently. She screeched harshly. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did that hurt? Let me make it feel better,” I said. I ran my tongue around the n****e I just poked with my knife, and it tasted better than any candy I ever had. I pretended like time slowed down, gave her the sensual feeling of my tongue with keeping eye contact with her, and basked in the music of her mellifluous moaning.

 

I put my tongue back in my mouth and peered at her face. She already looked exhausted, and I had barely begun. “Let me go… Please… I swear I won’t tell anyone…” Lyla said. I chuckled. I positioned my face in front of hers, smiling deviously. Then, I removed my black Veil of Maya shirt from my torso, held up the knife, and held the blade to my bear chest. I watched her gnaw at her bottom lip, and I slowly ran the blade from the left to the right, leaving an open wound at the top of the left half of my torso. My body stung intensely, but the reaction I was observing from Lyla made it completely worth it. I lowered my eyes to my chest and noticed a trail of blood protruding from the wound. “Oh my god… Oh my god…” Lyla muttered. I titled my head. “What is it? You act as though you’ve never seen blood before,” I said. The wound was a bit deeper than I thought, as the trail of blood looked as though it was about to drip at the end on the right. In a matter of seconds, a drop fell from my chest onto Lyla’s tummy, and she sounded as though she had an orgasm at that very moment. “Well, if that’s the way you feel about it, you wouldn’t mind if I just held my chest in front of your face, would you?” She didn’t answer. She gazed upon me with widened eyes, and she kept holding her head forward with her tongue partially sticking out as if she was trying to acquire something with the use of her mouth. I expected her kind of behavior to come from somebody who was suffering from dehydration and trying to get water. It continued to drip onto her body. There were currently about three drops by her collar bone, and I was enduring the sting of the open wound. I was somewhat worried that I’d have to stop just to take care of the wound if it wouldn’t stop bleeding but I won’t let that stop me from enjoying myself.

 

I had a brilliant idea. I lowered my head to her chest and I ran my tongue across her warm flesh, collecting the drops of blood. Then I approached her face with my face, set the knife down between her legs, ran my fingers through her hair, and I pressed my lips up against hers, inserting my blood-covered tongue into her mouth. With the way she moaned, she sounded like she was about to cry. She twirled her tongue around mine so hard. She became completely animalistic, and I was okay with it. I just held out my tongue and let her have her way with it. I took my pointer finger and slid it across my chest, getting blood all over it. All I did was touch her bottom lip with it and her tongue went on a frenzy on my finger.  Her breathing was so heavy I was afraid she’d pass out from hyperventilation. “I’m about to… I’m about to…” She screamed at the top of her lungs with clenching her eyes shut. “Aw, poor baby. Did you cum already? That’s so cute,” I said. I looked down and saw that the white sheet under her was soaked. I was astounded. I never had a gusher before. I was just glad I had one now.

 

I put my lips to her neck and kissed it softly. Her breathing was still intense. I suppose she was still recovering from that previous screaming orgasm. I softly let my tongue move from her left shoulder to her right shoulder. I felt the perkiness of her n*****s on my body. I could suck on those things for hours, but I had another idea I wanted to try out. At this moment I was as hard as a diamond, and I wanted her to know that. I unbuttoned and unzipped my tight black pants. I removed them, and then I removed my boxers. She gasped, and someone could’ve sworn she had seen a ghost with that look on her face. “I want it… I want your c**k… Please give me that hard c**k…” Lyla muttered. “Hm. I don’t know if I should. You might enjoy that too much,” I said. I got on top of her and put my c**k right in front of her mouth. She was trying desperately to get to it by stretching her head forward. I ran my whole right hand across my chest, getting blood all over my hand. My chest was incredibly smudged with my red substance. I took my bloody hand and placed it on my throbbing c**k, stroking it back and forth. It was spotted with red, but not enough.

 

I picked up the knife, dug the tip into my left forearm, and I dragged it across. A trail of blood appeared, and my arm was stinging like a m**********r. I slid my right hand up the fresh blood and I stroked my hard shaft again. At this moment it looked like a massacre, but I had no complaints about it. I took Lyla’s hair, yanked it back, and placed my knees on either side of her head. “Worship my c**k, my pretty little s**t,” I commanded. “Shove that f*****g c**k in my throat…” she said. “You don’t sound desperate enough,” I said back. Lyla began to sob. “I’ve never wanted a c**k in my throat so badly in my life… I need it… Please give me your beautiful c**k…” she cried. I gently caressed her right cheek with the back of my left hand. “You are the epitome of beautiful, my darling,” I said. I let go of her hair and she instantaneously took my massive bloody c**k into her throat. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head. Her lips were reaching the very base of my c**k, and she made an extremely sexy gurgling sound whenever it went all the way back. I was in Heaven.

 

“Could I have more blood on that c**k, Master?” she asked. “Oh, so I’m your master now? You’re so polite to me. You’ve done nothing for me to punish you so far. I’m surprised,” I said. After that, fires lit up in her eyes. “Put more f*****g blood on that f*****g c**k you piece of s**t!” she barked. Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen. I put my right hand around her throat and gripped it tight. “Excuse me?” I barked. Her face reverted to its original state of helplessness. “Please, Master, put more blood on your magnificent c**k for my pathetic mouth…” she said, shamefully. She was probably just looking for an excuse to be rough with her, which I didn’t mind being at all. “That’s better,” I said. I released my grip on her throat and I wiped blood off of my forearm, which was still bleeding. I looked down and saw Lyla’s tits splattered with blood from my wounds. It was highly aesthetically appealing. I wasn’t even light-headed from my blood loss. I was thankful.

 

I started stroking myself with the fresh blood I put on my right hand. My male member was drenched in her saliva, which was a splendid thing for it to be. “There you go, baby. Go ahead and suck it,” I said. She put her mouth around it and indulged in my gigantic massacre. I gently pet her soft face and played with her brown hair as I watched her green eyes tear up from the penetration of her throat. The entire time she sucked me her muffled moaning filled the room, but at one point it got louder than usual. I saw her squeeze her eyes shut. Then she opened her mouth up wide and let out a spine-tingling scream. “Again, baby?” I asked. She didn’t answer. She just kept sucking. “You’re so good to your master. I love the way you suck that hard c**k. There’s no one else in the world I want to suck it. It’s all yours, baby. All yours,” I said. She stopped blowing me for a second and gave me a sugar sweet smile. She could look innocent, but any appearance of innocence with her was nothing but an illusion.

 

“Thank you, Master,” Lyla said. I gave her a delicate kiss, and then I kissed her down her chest. My lips found their way to her pelvic region. I could smell her, and that delectable scent put me under a spell of lust. I still wanted to tease her, so I simply breathed on her. I covered her most sacred place with my warm breath. I could see it. It was so pretty. I was happy just perceiving it with my eyes. “Eat it… F*****g eat that s**t, Master…” she said, still breathing heavily. I chuckled. “You could not be any cuter,” I remarked. I kissed her inner thighs, and I could see the goose bumps covering her silky skin. “Master! Master, please! I beg you! Eat my f*****g p***y, please!” she begged. Her begging just gave me butterflies. So, I got comfortable on the bed, lying in my tummy. My legs were partially extending off the bed, but I could manage in this position. She rattled the cuffs with her movement in anticipation like she had been doing the entire time. “I can’t wait any longer… I can’t take it…” she said, impatiently. “What kind of master would I be if I didn’t make you suffer?” I asked.

 

I pressed my lips to her c**t and kissed it softly. I was barely adding any pressure, but she sounded like she already had my c**k against her g-spot. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her p***y right up to her c**t.  The taste of her made me shiver. It was orgasmic. It was intoxicating. I put my arms around her legs and just licked. Up and down. Up and down. “F**k… F**k… Oh my f*****g god…” she yelled. That was it. I lost it. I lost all control. I just shoved my f*****g face right into her hot wet p***y. She grinded up against me and I was moving my tongue like I was trying to make her p***y dissolve. I alternated between kissing and licking. My heartbeat was rapid. I just wanted to fill up my mouth with as much of her juice as possible. I was addicted. I needed it. I couldn’t refuse it. “Don’t stop… Don’t stop…” she cried. Hearing those words just enshrouded my heart in pure joy. I had no intention of stopping. At one point, I put my lips around her c**t and sucked it hard. “Oh my god... Right there… Right there…” she muttered. I sucked it like I was trying to get it to come off. “I’m gonna… Oh my god… I’m gonna… Oh f**k… Oh f**k…” Then, my face endured a powerful blast of warm juice from her sexy flower. She screamed again. There was a lot of her juice in my mouth and I just let it sit on my tongue for a second. I swallowed her liquid and ran over to the nightstand to get the key to the cuffs. I freed her ankles, set the knife on the floor, set the key on the floor, got on the bed, lifted up her legs, and placed my solid c**k right outside of her. I menacingly stared into her eyes and gradually infiltrated her body.

 

The heat from inside her practically burned me, and I loved it. “Oh my f*****g god… You’re so f*****g big…” she shouted. The feeling of her soaking wet flower on my c**k was making me moan as loud as her. “That’s right, baby. Just lay back and take it. I’m your master. You are my slave. Your purpose is to please me. I own you. And there’s nothing you can do about that. Take my c**k, baby. Squeeze that p***y as hard as you can,” I said. I moved my body back and forth. I maintained a perfect rhythm with my thrusting. It was nice and fluid. She just laid back and gazed upon me with watery eyes. I held her legs firmly, and I just kept pushing it in and pulling it out. I was going all the way in. I could feel the tip of my shaft hitting a wall at the very back. My manhood slid across the wet walls with ease. This p***y was everything a guy could want, and I was just so grateful that I had the opportunity to enjoy its divine qualities. A p***y of this perfection deserved to be treated like royalty, and I couldn’t afford to not ensure it underwent multiple explosions of pleasure.

 

Lyla looked so sexy when she was getting fucked. I loved the sight of me going into her with her legs spread. “Make me cry, Master… I want to feel pain…” she cried. “Is that so?” I asked. I took her left n****e and squeezed it as hard as I could with my right thumb and right pointer finger.  She let out a sharp whimper of agony. “More, Master… Give me more…” she said. I ran my nails down the area between her breasts, leaving several red lines in her chest.  She released such a sweet-sounding yelp of masochistic satisfaction that my heart skipped a beat. “Harder… I’m gonna cum again…” I escalated to a climatic speed. Pounding. So hard. So fast. It felt so good. The wet sound of my thrusting was almost as loud as the sound of our moaning. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum all over your f*****g c**k…” She tilted her head all the way back and screamed another angelic scream, and I felt an eruption of her sacrosanct liquid gush all over me as her p***y walls strangled my c**k. “F*****g little cutie,” I remarked.

 

“My a*s… I want Master’s c**k in my a*s…” she said quietly. I grinned sharply. “You’re just spoiling me now, aren’t you?” I asked. I picked up the key from the floor and freed her wrists. They were red from the loss of circulation she underwent this whole time. I dropped the key to the floor and flipped her around. She instinctively bent that fine a*s over to prepare herself from another hard f**k. Since the a*s was my favorite part of a girl’s body, this truly made my c**k tingle. I reached over to the top of her back with both hands and dragged my nails down to her a*s, swatted her soft cheeks multiple times, and her moaning serenaded my ears. I took a handful of her left a*s cheek with my left hand, took a handful of her right a*s cheek with my right hand, spread them apart hard, and ran my tongue all the way up her a*s crack. I massaged her pretty little a*****e with my playful tongue as I kept my grips on her a*s cheeks. “Oh my god… No one has ever done that to me before… That turns me on so much…” she said, keeping her a*s up with her head on the bed.

 

I continued my massage with my tongue for about a minute, getting that gorgeous hole nice and wet. Then, I got on my knees, spanked her good, and placed the head of rock-hard c**k on the entrance of her a*s. “Just shove it in, Master…” she demanded. I intended to honor her wish, so I drove my c**k straight into her a*s as far as I could. It was tighter than her p***y. I couldn’t reach maximum depth at first, but it still felt unspeakably amazing. She backed her a*s up as I pushed forward, assisting me in my attempt to fully submerge my c**k in her. I noticed she was rubbing her c**t while this was going on, to which I had no objection. “Make it sore, Master… Make it hurt so bad…” she said, in her spellbinding voice. Leisurely, I gauged her a*s open enough to fit my entire c**k inside. She didn’t tell me to pull it out. Everything I’ve done seemed to appease her. She was a miracle. I couldn’t recall upon the last time I ever had a girl that was so content with what I did. Lyla was a gem, and I was infinitely lucky to have her. 

 

“I love the pain you give me, Master… You make me feel so alive…” she said. I smacked her a*s with my hands several times, loving the sound her a*s made when it was hit. I began to increase the speed of my thrusting, and she looked back at me with her hand going crazy on that c**t. I looked at her a*s and saw conspicuous red marks that were brought by the impacts of my hands. I got faster. I had a lot of energy in me and I diverted all my energy to slamming the f**k out of her a*s. Then, I felt something. I felt like it was my turn to explode. I grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her head back, making her sigh deeply and loudly. “You are my favorite slave in the world, Lyla. I never want a day to pass without me demolishing this wonderful a*s,” I said. “My a*s is yours, Master… All yours and only yours…” she said. “I’m about to cum, baby. Where does my slave want me to cum?” I asked. “My mouth… My mouth… F**k… I’m gonna cum too… Oh my god… I love… I love your c**k in my a*s… Oh f**k… I’m cumming…” She screamed and busted all over my legs. Then, I flipped her on her back. She crawled up toward me, stood on her knees, and held her mouth open. I pointed my c**k at her mouth, gave it a bit of a tug, and I screamed just as loud as she did with her last orgasm. My load was shot. None of it hit her face. “Don’t swallow,” I said. I grabbed her by the back of the head, leaned in, and kissed her with my load in her mouth. The kiss was so much warmer and wetter than a normal kiss. I twirled my tongue around hers continuously until I couldn’t detect any more of my cum. She fell to the bed, and I did the same. We just laid there looking at each other while we continued to breathe heavily. We were cooling down. I was covered in her cum from her numerous orgasms. My heart trying to break out of my chest, and nevertheless, the gargantuan relief I felt from my own orgasm made me incapable of getting off the bed. I just wanted to look at her in silence and allow her to look at me. I had something to say though, and I deemed this a perfectly appropriate time to say it.

 

“Lyla. Even after I cum, I still don’t want to look away from you. I still don’t want to walk away from you. I still don’t want to say goodbye to you. You’re so much more than a slave to me. You’re so much more than a human being to me. You’re a source of sheer bliss, and you’re an integral part of my life. I don’t want to trade you for anyone in the world. You’re irreplaceable, and it’s about time I told you something. I can’t take the future for granted. You’re the first thought on my mind after I wake up and the last thought on my mind before I fall asleep. There’s a reason for that, and this is what it is. I love you, Lyla. No matter where you go, who comes into your life, or how often I hear your voice, you’ll be in my heart, and I will love you while your existence gives me purpose. Now that you have this knowledge, what you do with it is up to you,” I said. Lyla held onto my left cheek. I saw a tear fall down her right cheek, and she put on a soft smile. “I love you too, Bobby,” she said sweetly. My breath got taken away. I smiled big, gave her a brief kiss, and held my bloody naked body up against hers. Soon after, we drifted off into a peaceful sleep.