Chapter 44

Ithought she’d pass out from coming, not through fear.

It’s interesting that she didn’t balk that much at me shooting the gun in her ass or against her forehead.

Why did she faint when I held it to my own head?

It was a calculated risk. I wanted to see how far she would go and how much she’d beg for her life. I just didn’t expect her to beg for mine.

She was so desperate for my attention that she didn’t even flinch when I threatened her physically. But when the ultimate threat was brought to my own head, it shattered her. It meant that she couldn’t even save me from myself, even as she begged for her own life.

She fainted because the situation had gone too far, and her mind couldn’t handle the severity of the moment. It was just the breaking point she couldn’t bear. And as she lies there, still unconscious, I realize something: she doesn’t truly understand the darkness that lies within her. She doesn’t know the depths to which she will go to please me, to win my love and devotion.

I know I have her now.

When she’s done everything and more than she ever thought she could to get my attention, the very thought of losing me is what sent her spiraling into a world of fear and desire, the perfect blend of the two.

She’s perfect. She’s proven herself. But that doesn’t mean I’m done punishing her or going easy on her. She’s manipulative now, she’s lost that edge of innocence and craves darkness. Well, I’m here to give it to her.

Looking down at where our bodies are joined, I miss the sight of my dick slick with her blood this time. A wistful sigh leaves my lips as I slam home.

I told Cora I’d fuck her while she was unconscious, and judging by the way her cunt is weeping for me, she fucking loves it.

I groan as my cock swells inside her, the pain and pleasure of it overwhelming. I’ve denied myself a release for so long and now my body responds to her even though I’m mad at her. I’m still drawn to her, still craving her as much as she craves me.

Holding her hips steady, pressing her down into the mattress and rutting into her deeply, I know my hands will leave bruises as I take her rough and hard. Each slap of my body against hers echoes through the room, mingling with the sound of my grunts and the slick wetness of our bodies.

With each thrust, her body responds anew, her cunt clenching around my invasion like a vice. I can feel her trembling beneath me, although she’s unconscious and can’t feel any of it. It doesn’t matter. This is my release, my revenge.

I pound away at her as she lies there, helpless and vulnerable. Her breathing is ragged and uneven, but she doesn’t make a sound. It is just as I want it, but I do almost miss her sobs and pleas. I’m angry and hard, my body covered in sweat and the remnants of her cum from earlier. I’m roughly fucking her, using her for my own pleasure and nothing else, but it feels hollow.

And that just enrages me more.

My dick is so far inside her that it feels like I could shatter her from the inside out. My hands grip her hips tightly, my nails breaking through her skin where I’ve torn off my gloves, as I thrust into her over and over. My teeth grind together in anger and lust, and my heart races with the same emotions. I can feel myself nearing the edge, my orgasm building and building until it feels like it will consume me whole.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I release. I feel my cock convulse inside her, spilling my seed deep inside her. I let out a roar of release, my body shaking with the force of it. I pull out of her with a wet popping sound and collapse down beside her, still panting heavily.

I am not satisfied. If anything, I’m even more worked up.

I slap the side of Cora’s face, urging her to wake up. When she doesn’t stir, I slap her again, letting my palm fall heavily against her cheek. Nothing. The skin pinkens and I smirk.

Untying her legs so that I can flip her onto her front, I take a moment to admire the bruises on her ass. I return the vibrator to her cum-filled cunt, turn it on low. I promised her I’d fuck her relentlessly, and I intend to do just that.

I use our cum to lube up my still-hard dick, before easing it into her ass. It’s almost a shame that she’s out for this, but she’ll come around.

Or maybe she won’t. I don’t really care either way. For now, I’ll enjoy the peace. If she wakes, I’ll delight in making her scream.

I glance longingly at the discarded gun on the mattress but don’t reach for it. It’s been in her ass, I’m not about to shove it in her cunt without a thorough cleaning, more’s the pity. I’m prepared to play Russian Roulette with her life, but not with her health — I’m practically a saint.

I fuck her anally with slow, deliberate strokes, each one eliciting a quiet moan from her unconscious form. The vibrator in her pussy hums, and I can’t help but feel a strange satisfaction at the thought of her unknowingly experiencing two simultaneous sensations.

The orgasm she had earlier has left her limp and weak, her body completely at my mercy. I’m not satisfied yet, though. I want to mark her, to claim her completely.

I fumble for the knife on my belt, then glide the blade down the length of her spine, drawing a thin line of blood. Satisfied, I continue to thrust into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

It’s then that I reach down and pull the vibrator from her cunt, tossing it aside. The sight of her sex, slick and swollen and oozing with our combined releases, drives me to a new level of arousal. I reach for the gun, lifting it off the mattress and pointing it at her ass.

I hesitate for a moment, my finger hovering over the trigger. I imagine the sensation of the bullet entering her, the way it would burn through her flesh and send her into unbearable pain. But I can’t do it. I can’t take her life that way. Without her as part of my world, I wouldn’t want to live.

Instead, I switch to the knife and position the flat of the blade against her sex, the cold metal touching her sensitive flesh. I slide it back and forth, fantasizing about the exquisite pain it could cause her if I just twisted my wrist a little.

She whimpers, but her eyes remain closed, still locked in unconscious slumber. I grip the base of my cock, aiming it toward the entrance of her ass once more. The pleasure and power I feel in this moment, knowing I can push her to the limits of her endurance, is intoxicating.

I thrust into her with renewed vigor, feeling the resistance of her ass meeting my cock, the wetness coating my skin, and the vibrations from the movements of the knife triggering her body’s response. It’s a perfect combination of pain and ecstasy, and she’s helpless to stop it.

My cock swells inside her ass, the pressure intense but pleasurable. I hold her hips tightly, the motion of my thrusts causing the knife to press into the soft flesh of her stomach.

With each thrust, I feel her body tremble beneath me, her muscles clenching and releasing around my cock. It’s a symphony of sensations, of power and submission, of control and chaos. I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

Suddenly she comes round, her body tensing, and I lift my head, my eyes locking onto hers. She’s filled with a mix of fear and pain, and I can see the desperation in her eyes. She tries to push me away, but I’m too strong. I continue the assault on her with renewed vigor, the muscles in her ass and her cunt clenching around my invasion.

I grit my teeth, feeling her body grip me tightly. Her crying only spurs me on, and I keep it up, fucking her ass as hard as I can. The knife presses into her stomach, causing her to grunt with each thrust. I can see the pain etched onto her face, but I can’t stop. My cock feels so alive inside her, pulsing with each contraction of the muscles around it.

The sound of Cora’s cries is muffled by her head in the pillow, but I can tell she’s fighting to get away from me. It’s futile. I’m too strong. Her whimpers and pleas are like music to my ears, driving me on. I feel an orgasm rising in me, and I know I’m close, but I won’t succumb before she learns that this is what she needs. It’s who she is. I thrust harder into her, the knife digging deeper into her flesh as she lets out an anguished wail. She’s close too. So fucking close and needy.

With one hand, I fist her hair to turn her head to the side, raising the other hand, which clutches the knife before her face. Her eyes widen and she starts to buck and scream when she sees the blood on the blade, but all it does is force my cock even deeper into her ass.

“Don’t fight it, Cora. Your cunt is clenching and dripping at the sight of your blood. You love this, little darkness. Embrace it.”

The more it hurts, the closer she gets to orgasming.

And she’s so fucking close to coming that it must really fucking hurt.

But it’s not enough.

She needs a different kind of pain to get her over the finishing line.

Cora’s eyes widen in terror and pain as I force the blade into her mouth, the cold steel of the knife touching her tongue, the metallic taste of her own blood flooding her mouth, especially when I press the blade down and nick her tongue.

The sudden release of tension gushes out of her in waves, and she experiences what I know is a mind-blowing orgasm ripping through her entire body. Her muscles clench, releasing a flood of fluids that mix with our combined energies, the sound of it almost drowning out her screams of pained pleasure.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. You bleed for me so well. So prettily. Embrace this, Cora. Embrace this pleasure that only I can bring you. Because you’re mine. Your darkness is mine. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to tell you differently.”

As Cora convulses beneath me, my hands grip her hips tightly, riding the waves of her climax as best as I can. I can feel the vibrations of my thrusts resonating through her entire body, her skin aglow with the intensity of our connection. I’m forgotten, consumed, and lost in this moment, in the dark, twisted world we’ve created together.

As the last wave of Cora’s orgasm recedes, I withdraw my knife and clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling her screams of pain and pleasure. I slide out of her ass, my cock twitching in response to the release. Cora shudders beneath me, her body still trembling from the force of her climax.

I grab the knife and wipe it off on the rumpled bedsheets. I stare at her a moment, my eyes lingering on the discarded vibrator and the gun.

I could end this game now, but I’m not ready to stop playing.

Cora needs me. I need her.

We are bound by a darkness that only we can understand.