cw: sado/maso, knife kink, chains, a lil blood, dark, marking
"And what happens to bad girls who push Daddy's limits?" he whispers against my ear, his body trapping me between him and the table.
"They get punished," my voice comes out slight and breathy as I try to reach for him, the handcuffs clinking as the chain is pulled taut where it holds me in place. He smirks at my neediness, my puppy eyes as I shiver, thighs clenching in anticipation.
His hands trace along my sides, gripping my hips as he stares down, almost as if admiring the pale expanse of my flesh. "You'll look so pretty marked, a permanent reminder that you're mine and should behave," his voice is a husky whisper as his thumbs trace the curve of my spine, "how does that sound, pretty girl?"
A needy whine of agreeance leaves my lips before I glance back at him, nodding with a pout playing on my lips. "Use your words," he prompts with a dangerous tilt of his head.
"Please, please, I've been a bad girl, I need to be punished," my words are a prayer whispered in the silence of our darkness, "Carve yourself into my skin, so I'll never stray again. Mark me, please, I wanna see how pretty I'll look, covered in blood and cum."
"Fuck," he breathes, eyes darkening in primal lust. Suddenly, he lifts me until I'm seated on the table, arms still chained as he pushes himself between my legs. His hand lashes out, gripping my chin tightly as he forces me to watch as his other hand slides the cool metal of a knife across my throat, trailing gently between the valley of my breasts, and circling around my belly button.
"Ready or not," he whispers, leaning in until my lips brush his just as I feel the sting of the knife as it slides into the soft flesh of my hip. A whimper of pain leaves my lips, but he grips my chin tighter, stopping the sound. The initial sting fades into a throbbing that fills my body with desire.
Shifting once more, he rests his forehead against mine, watching carefully as he carves his initial into the soft curve of where my hip meets my thigh. The blood bubbles up and slides in slow drops to mar the pale canvas. His eyes lift to meet mine, soft concern and hot need burning bright as he pulls me into a messy kiss.
Our teeth and tongues clash in desperation before he pulls back, the tip of the knife sliding the expanse of my groin, moving from the mark on my hip to my clit. The cool metal has my cunt throbbing in need as it blends into the stinging pain on my thigh.
"Please," comes my whimper between kisses, "Daddy..."
Our kiss breaks as he holds my head down, making me watch what he's doing. The cool blade disappears instead replaced by the handle of the blade, the warmth from his hand lingering on the wood as he slides it between my folds. Lewd sounds fill the silence when he rubs the handle up and down, spreading me open.
"Such a needy girl, my needy girl, yeah?" he prompts, peeking up at me as I feel the handle pressing into my wet hole. My mouth opens to reply, but only a hot gasp leaves as I find myself arching into the handle of the knife.
"Use your words," he prompts again, halting his ministrations.
"Yes, I'm your needy girl, please, Daddy!" my words are weak and desperate as my whole body clenches in desire for him.
He smirks triumphantly, removing the knife from inside me before his lips fasten on mine again. His actions are rushed and messy as he mumbles praise against my lips, "See, you can be such a good girl for me."
The metallic clink of the knife on the table is followed by the rushed fumbling as he forces himself further between my legs, yanking me to the edge of the table. The handcuffs pull me taut, exposing every inch of me to him. My legs dangle over his arms, his hands gripping tightly at my waist before he plunges every inch of him deep inside my needy pussy. We pause, holding each other's gaze as we relish in the way his cock splits me open.
My hands grip tightly at nothingness when he begins thrusting into me, the pleasure immense as I feel myself quickly unraveling with every push of his cock into my tight walls. The sting of the mark on my hip worsens with every small jerk of my hips, causing me to tighten in pained pleasure, whimpering moans falling from my lips like pleas.
"So fucking tight," he hisses, pumping into me harder. My whole body arches into him from where I lay fastened to the table, hot and aching. The sound of skin slapping against skin creates a symphony with our moans, the creaking of the table, the soft clink of metal.
I find myself unraveling, the drag of his cock inside of me mingling with the sensations as he pumps into me with primality. His hand grips tightly at my hip where my fresh mark throbs, pushing into it which has my eyes rolling into the back of my head with a fresh wave of pain.
"I want it, I want it, Iwantitiwantitiwantit," I devolve into incoherent babbling as my pussy clenches tighter, desperately clinging to every inch of his cock as my whole body crests over the edge. The pain spirals, wrapping around me as the pleasure burns hotter until I find myself screaming, begging for every violent thrust as he pins me between him and the table.
Soft praise falls from his lip as he leans further into me, stilling deep inside before I feel his hot seed filling me. He yanks back suddenly, stroking himself as the last few spurts of cum splash across my folds and thighs. I lie there panting, my body trembling with the shock of my orgasm as he stares down at me in adoration.
"You are the prettiest girl, all covered in blood and cum," he whispers finally, leaning down to press gentle kisses all across my face while his fingers tenderly release me from the chains, "My pretty girl, always."
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