You wouldn’t see me waiting for you in the dark of the room, shivering with need.
You won’t know anything until you felt my hand suddenly over your lips, jerking your head back sharply, my other arm around your abdomen. You can feel me firm against you as the panic begins to trickle through you.
You’ll try to pry my arm off but I will keep my hold on you as we struggle to the floor.
When you are growing tired from frantically trying to pull away and you can clearly feel how my arousal has grown from the struggle, I will kneel on your arms and force your head back, shoving a rag between your lips and securing it there by wrapping tape over and around behind your head several times until you can scarcely tongue the rag aside in your mouth in irritation from how the tape pulls at your hair.
You have greater concerns than that though.
You can see the lash in my hands that I am free to remove now that I have your arms trapped and see by the look of crazed hunger in my eyes that I am going to tear and bruise your breasts and arms until you bite through the rag in agony
“Are you beginning to see the situation you are in? ”
I prod under your chin with the balled up lash, trailing teasingly down your neckline and between your breasts. “Poor bitch…no one will hear you scream now. No one will save you. ” I inhale deeply and lean in as I speak, prodding your nose with mine, pressing our foreheads together. “Hm. It’s almost sad isn’t it? Almost..”
I watch you struggle and shiver a while longer, waiting for you to be still again before striking you across both breasts abruptly, stinging the sensitive skin they and turning the surface of your breasts raised and red. I begin to strike again. And again. Faster. Until it feels like your skin is on fire, watching your eyes intently the entire time
As the skin starts to split I slow my movements, my nostrils flaring at the smell of your arousal.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I dip my free hand down to lay against your inner thigh, feeling my way up to cupping your heat, your wetness running thick over my skin. “My little slut. Look how very wet you are. ”
Burying my face in your freshly made wounds I draw my tongue along the lines of raised skin, delving into the broken skin, tearing it open “mmm..doesn’t it hurt pet? The pain must be exceptional. But you love it dont you?”
On my enjoyment I neglect to hold your arms down any longer, too focused on lapping at your wounds.
Humiliated by your dripping cunt and in physical agony, you manage to shove me back, before flipping onto your stomach and trying to crawl away
I smile crookedly before catching your ankle and pulling you back “You want to play?” I crawl over you to straddle your back, placing both hands on the back of your head, yanking it back until it’s upright, staring straight ahead, holding you still. “Let’s play then bitch. You’ll find I don’t have any problem discarding my restraint. I don’t mind having a broken toy. So long as you hurt..”
Without ceremony I slam your face down into the floor, pressing you down until the divides in the floor dig into you
You scream into your gag, your body going limp and everything is fear and pain and you know you won’t get away. The only life you have left will be spent suffering for me