"Okay, now, we knot it," he murmurs as he pulls the rope taut which pulls my hands together, "and that is a handcuff knot, darling."
I stare blankly at the way the blue rope looks against my pale flesh, honestly completely lost despite watching his every step. Blinking a bit, my gaze moves up to him as he seems to be watching me with a hungry fascination.
"What's up?" a blush begins to creep into my cheeks from the way his eyes darken.
He wraps the leftover rope around his hand before yanking it above my head. I fall back as he towers over me on the bed, and my whole body burns with embarrassment and confusion. "You let your guard down," he whispers huskily, "and you just look so delicious at my disposal."
"W-wait... a minute," I squeak as he uses one hand to hold my wrists down as his other pushes up my dress to expose my bare pussy.
"Telling me to wait, and you're not even wearing panties," he tsks as he places a harsh slap against my clit, "such a fucking slut for me."
A yelp escapes my lips as I try to quickly clench my thighs closed, but he merely forces his hip between my knees which has me exposed to him all over again. "Next time, I'll have to tie you up more efficiently, but you were just so unsuspecting, so innocent. I had to," he murmurs, a sadistic little smile lighting up his face.
"You were just supposed to show me how to-" he cuts me off with a kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as he devours my words. His lips move down my jaw, nipping and kissing down my throat before he pulls back. He moves then, dragging me with him a bit further up the bed. After a moment, he finally seems to release me from his hold. Instinctively, I go to pull my hands back just to find the rope now attached to something else. My eyes follow his smirk to find me attached to the bed frame.
My mouth flops open to once more try to reason with him, to argue, but he grabs a hold of my chin and squeezes to stop the words as they die in my throat. "You, tied up like this, the perfect fucking toy," he murmurs, "and I'm going to fucking ruin you like you deserve."
His tongue dips inside my mouth as his tongue melds with mine as he swallows my cries of protest, and I feel the thrill run through my whole body as wetness begins to coat my thighs from his words.
The clinking of his belt coming undone fills the silence of our wet kisses before he abruptly yanks me over by the knee, flipping me onto my side. My right leg rests between his knees and my left leg is draped haphazardly over his shoulder. He's no longer looking at me, his eyes have a hungry haze in them as his fingers trace my pussy lips.
"You're so wet already, what a fucking slut," he murmurs as he gathers the wetness on his fingers before bringing them up to his lips, licking them clean. A moan of appreciation leaves his lips before he returns his fingers to their path, teasing my clit and folds before plunging two fingers deep inside. My whole body arches at the intrusion and a moan rushes past my lips, eager and needy as I feel his fingers curl deep inside.
"Please," my soft voice drowns out the soft squelching sound his fingers have been making as he watches himself fingering and scissoring his digits in and out of my wet hole. At my words, he pauses, eyeing me as if he forgot I could speak.
"Shhh," he leans closer, once more drowning any protests or pleas from me as his kiss consumes me. My whole body becoming hotter and hotter from the way his tongue swirls against mine and his fingers piston harder, curling right up against my most sensitive spot as his thumb massages my clit.
My cry is lost in his mouth, coming out muffled and whiny as my pussy clenches hard around his fingers. Pulling his fingers free, he pulls back with a cocky smile, "Open wide."
My tongue lolls out as I do as requested, my whole body suffering little aftershocks from my orgasm. He stuffs his fingers into my mouth, and the salty, sweet taste of myself fills my mouth as I obediently suck his fingers clean.
"Fucking slut," he chuckles a bit as I feel the warm head of his cock beginning to prod into my needy pussy which sucks him in so eagerly that he releases a groan and pauses once he is fully sheathed inside, almost as if he needs a moment to compose himself.
For a moment, I allow myself to relish in the way he fills me and the way my already sensitive pussy seems to tighten with every throb of his cock inside. The serenity of the moment only lasts for a second as he adjusts his grip on my hip and calf before he begins thrusting inside of me. He alternates between slow and deep thrusts and rough hard ones which leave me squeaking, begging, moaning in absolute pleasure as my hands clench and unclench as they need to grab onto something to center myself.
Instead, I am left suspended in the air, becoming lost in pleasure as his very presence consumes me from the inside out. The bed squeaks with the force of his thrusts, my body jolting forward with each movement and my head falls back with the way he fills me.
"See, you're nothing more than a toy for me. All it takes is one orgasm, and you're a broken slut whose only purpose is to be fucked by me," he punctuates each of his words with a thrust, growing in intensity and depravity as my pussy coils tighter and tighter around him, "Fuck, I'm gonna keep you tied up here and just use you until you're nothing but a fucking mess of my cum, darling, fuck, fuckfuckfuck."
The coil in my stomach comes undone as my orgasm rushes through me, coating him and the bed in my desire as his thrusting falters a bit before he pulls out, stroking himself a bit more before his warm cum splashes across my pussy, my breasts, my stomach. He pants a bit as he finishes painting me with his cum, gently using the remnants to rub it across my pussy as if marking his territory.
am i the only person who has no friends? who has no one? is everyone else enjoying life and laughing with people who genuinely want to be their friends? am i the only one who is an outsider? the only one who feels well and truly alone? - m.s.
nothing hurts more than someone you constantly sacrifice and bend over backwards for showing you how little you matter to them when it’s their turn to return the favor
"Why are you so hard on yourself?"
Bitch, hear the same thing repeated over and over for 19 years of your life no matter if you actually tried or not. See that there's no point in trying since it's never good enough. Learn that you're never good enough. And stop giving a damn shit about anything in your life.
Don't worry about me tho. If I listened to that voice in my head you wouldn't even hear about me rn. But I'm still here. And I don't plan on quitting life on my own.
The Grim Reaper is a spectral entity that is said to be the sentient manifestation of Death itself. Since the 15th century, Death has commonly been perceived to be an animated human skeleton, draped in pitch black robes and carrying a scythe. With this scythe, the Reaper severs the soul’s last ties to life and thus granting it safe passage to the afterlife. The Grim Reaper has often falsely been depicted as an evil spirit that preys on mortals. In truth, however, they are neither evil nor good, but merely a force of nature and order. Death is also fundamental part of life and it is the Grim Reaper’s duty to claim the souls of the deceased so as to maintain the balance of nature. The Reaper does not ‘kill’ mortals, but merely guides their spirits to the next realm as it’s not their place to judge souls or determine what will become of them.
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