“Madam, unbutton my shirt” Chris purred as I perched at the foot of the bed. Obediently, I unhooked each button. My fingertips brushed his bare stomach and slowed with the final two. Chris stood before me with a simpering look. “Now remove yours”, he continued, allowing his shirt to fall from his shoulders. His hands run up my sides encouraging me as I lift my shirt over my head. “Very good girl.” I kiss his stomach three times, descending south, and look up at him. His head rolls back with a slow audible exhale. My fingers slowly undo the five buttons of his jeans as I slide from the bed to my knees. The knobby pile of the rug digs into my knees. Chris gathers my loose hair, “Show me what a good girl you can be.” Slower still, my fingers hook his side belt loops and I pull his jeans past his hips. His cock is achingly hard through his cotton boxer briefs. “Yes, Sir,” I answer obediently and pull them down. My tongue slides up the length of his shaft with a gentle suck of the tip as he meets my upward gaze. His grip of my false ponytail tightens and his hips force his cock deeper into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. While I suck on the head of his cock, my hand strokes him and twists. My head is gently jerked back, “if you keep at that, I’m going to come all over your gorgeous tits, princess.” Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I smirk while keeping eye contact.
I rise to my feet and Chris presses me back onto the bed, pulling my skirt and lace panties down. “This looks awfully uncomfortable,” he says fasciously, motioning for me to remove my bra. Before the straps pass my shoulders, he pulls it down, freeing my full breasts. My patient wolf gentleman leans down and heavily kisses the soft, warm skin of my chest before taking a pierced nipple into his mouth. I pull his hair gently and softly moan while arching my chest into his. He pulls away, “I have an idea.” He leaves and returns after much muffled shuffling from the other room with a wrapped single-edged razor blade and book of matches. “Do you trust me? I would never hurt you. I simply want to see that blush across your chest from the inside out.” My hand traces the delicate raised scars below my breasts from last time. “I trust you unconditionally, Sir,” I reply.
In the faint darkness, a rip of the match between its folded cardboard cover preceded the warm glow and a smell of phosphorous hung in the air. The lit match’s glow rested on Chris’ face as he glided the flame over the blade. He shook the match once satisfied. “Tell me what you want,” he growled. “I want you to take from me the very thing keeping me alive. I want you to lap the blood you’re shedding from me” I returned, feeling my pussy becoming wetter. He pressed the warm blade into the voided space between my collarbone and shoulder. It bit and stung, yet familiar. “Tell me if this is too much, madam.” I take his hand in mine and press the blade deeper. Peonies of deepest red blossom upon my pale shoulder before pooling and falling like a pregnant tear to the duvet. “Shit,” he hisses and licks the small wound. With bloodied lips he kisses across my collarbone and up my neck. He softly presses his left thumb where they meet; just enough to stop my breath for a single beat. Chris laps the again pooling blood from my shoulder, moaning into my chest. My blood is smeared across his chin as he looks up my body. He moves on to suck my pierced nipples and I grasp a handful of his hair.
Chris’ impossibly hard cock teases my soaking pussy. I arc my hips slightly, begging to be fucked. “Not yet, baby girl.” He takes the blade from the nightstand and my hand in his other. With my hand holding his, he creates three small cuts on his chest. Without hesitation, the split skin releases streaming tears of blood down his torso. He adds two more small cuts below the angry closed wound on my shoulder. The pain was shocking and quick. I yelped a tiny bit and his face instantly softened. Chris sat me up and held me while kissing the top of my head. Chris gently presses me back into bed and pulls my legs toward him with my ass on the edge of the bed as he stands between them. “Ready for me, princess?” He purrs and pets my wet pussy. “Please, sir.” Chris slices into his chest again, deeper this time to encourage more blood to flow. Chris presses his cock into my pussy slowly until the length of it is in, filling me completely. He moans softly, “Baby, you feel so amazing.” He starts rocking his hips back and forth, in and out of my wet pussy, leaning over to kiss me deeply. His mouth moves down to the closed cuts on my shoulder, reopening them, then taking my pierced nipple into his mouth. He pulls gently on the jeweled barbell with his teeth, knowing it would send me over the edge. Chris straightens and puts his hands on my hips, fucking me deeper and harder. I see the blood from his opened chest smeared across my breasts, as they shake with our movements.
“Play with yourself for me,” Chris commands. I obediently move my hand to my waiting clit. With two fingers, I rub it with the same motion as his hard cock in my wet pussy. “Good girl. I love watching you please yourself for me. I want you to come for me, madam.” As if a switch were flipped, I became wetter than ever before and faint shocks of electricity built in my stomach. “Oooo, baby you’re so close. I feel it. Come for me, princess.” I rubbed quicker and he fucked me deeper. “Don’t stop, exactly like that, Chris,” I begged with my eyes closed tightly. The shocks built and built until a deep release of electricity gave way to bursts of red and violet. I cried out in loud moans and as I finish riding the high of the release, Chris whispers that he’s going to come. He pulls out and I sit on my knees before him. “Please come on my tits, Sir” I say with a smile. Moments later, his hard cock comes across my bloodied breasts. He collapsed back on the bed, laughing.
As I finish cleaning myself up, I see him behind me in the bathroom mirror. He kisses my shoulder and embraces me from behind. Without a word, he grabs the small first aid kit from the bathroom and cleans up my cuts, finishing with a bandage. I clean the cuts on his chest gently and bandage him. I grab his discarded T-shirt from the floor and my own lacy panties and join him in the living room. He had a cup of hot tea waiting for me and soft blankets. He bundled me up and held me, “How did that go?” He asked. “It went well! You’ve definitely improved your cutting technique. Are you okay?” I responded. “Of course. It felt wonderful”. He said, kissing the top of my head.
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