Examine [3] Final

The blood pumped through my arteries. Each nerve igniting in a sudden ripple of shudders that I could not control. I was helpless to myself and to his mercy. With his knife he could carve me into a million shards of ribbon and dispose of me at will. I was in the fiery bed of danger now that I had welcomed his inner demons. His sexual demonic possession.1

I felt his sharp dagger like nails clamp around my breasts while his tongue flickered endlessly along my engorged nipples. His free hand holding my arched back only inches above the steel bed he had laid me on. 2

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” He hissed serpent like. His tongue slithering down my cleavage. Leaving the cold air to enrapture my nipples. The aching more excruciating than the knowledge that my life could end within seconds of one bad move. As long as that knife was near. As long as he knew he had control. 3

I watched with wide eyes. My pulse increasing. The strain in my chest 4

My master. The man I only saw in the darkness. In the depths of my lust. In the tormenting fantasies I could only ever bare to imagine in my dreams. He was ready. His mind clouded. He was no longer the man I loved. He had become someone else- something else. 5

I could see it burning from his eyes as he tore my supple flesh with his teeth. Breaking the skin. I could feel it as he picked up the knife and opened my wound revealing a layer of bloody flesh. I could hear it as his tongue lapped at the gaping slit in my breast. I could smell the smell of my arousal lingering on his fingers as he brought his fingers covered in my juices to my lips and forced them into my trembling lips.6

“I want you,” I whispered while he slipped another sodden finger into my mouth. “I want you to take me. To mark me. To make me yours. I want to feel you inside me. I want to make love with you in the most intolerable, depraved ways,” I said. My voice begging. My watering as I fought back the tears as the pain tore through my body.7

“Is that what you want?” he growled dragging the blade across my stomach. Serrating the thick layer of skin. Enough for me to bleed. His moans echoing through the contain room as his tongue followed the line the blade had created. 8

I screeched in agony. 9

I dare not to look, but my eyes betrayed me. I squinted. Seeing the outline of his head hovering between my thighs. The flashing of the blade shimmering in the dull overhead light. 10

I could feel him pricking me with the tip. Running it up and down my inner thigh. His finger circling my pulsing clit. His nails digging into the flesh surrounding.11

“Watch,” he demanded. His voice cold and malevolent. 12

I opened my eyes. The sight of raven red liquid seeping from my opened flesh causing me to dry reach. Forcing me into an upright position. Sending the pricking blade right through my thigh. 13

He laughed disdainfully. Letting his hands roam my cunt. Not bothering to take the blade from within my thigh as I howled in agony. My bloody fingers wrapped around the handle. My mind dizzy with the after shock of blades penetration into my ivory unscratched skin. 14

I gasped pushing the air from my lungs. Fighting the urge to scream for help.15

I could not do this alone. I could not bring myself to wrench the blade clean from my thigh. It was too painful. I could not see. My eyes blurred my tears.16

“Isn't this what you want?” he chuckled ramming three fingers inside my cunt. Thrusting them back and forth. His nails grinding against my inner walls. “Don't you want me to examine you?” he hissed gouging his fingers in and out. “Don't you want me to open you up wide and take every inch of you I can?”17

“No,” I screamed. Tears streaming down my eyes. Dropping like rain onto my stinging flesh. I cringed as the pain wrenched my body forward. Deepening the knives blade into my thigh. “I want you to stop. I want you to help me. Come back to me. It doesn't have to be like this,” I whimpered. 18

He slipped his fingers from within me. His hands reaching for his belt. I watched blurry eyed as he unfastened his belt and ripped his pants down to his ankles. His hand wrapped around his heavy cock.19

“Oh but it does,” he groaned gripping his hand around the handle of the knife. His shaft rimming my swelling, drenched cunt.20

My eyes widened in fear. I watched his fingers as they clenched around the knife handle and shivered as the blade grate against my skin. 21

In one swift move his he lurched forward thrusting his erection inside my sticky, bloody hole. Dragging the knife along with his thrust.22

“Oh...but...it...does.”