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DEATH

“The lamb followed the darkness like a thread of song, each step unwinding what it used to be.” ~ Anonymous

“Do you understand what would happen to you if you tracked him down?” I moved the weapon in and out of her slowly.

“Nothing. He’ll never find out.” Her little moan reached my ears, and I lowered my mouth to her throbbing clit and sucked her sensitive skin. She squirmed beneath me, her body begging for more as her juices coated my knife handle.

I allowed my fingers to stroke her inner thighs, creating a sensual contrast from the knife’s grip. The anticipation was palpable, almost tangible.

“Oh, god.” Her hips moved to meet the rhythm of my tongue.

Seconds before she came, I pulled the handle out of her and sat up. Her whimper of disappointment filled the room.

“If you tell me why you’re looking for my parents’ murderer, I will give you permission to come.”

She tugged on the ropes restraining her wrists, then stared me down. “Why is this a problem for you?”

A feral growl escaped me as I hovered over her, unfastening my jeans. Once I freed my cock, I plunged inside her so hard her head hit the headboard, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to feel her pain, her fear, her desperation for answers.

My hips pumped relentlessly, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Ella cried out, a mixture of pleasure and suffering escaping her lips. She trembled beneath me, her muscles contracting around my cock with every stroke. It was intoxicating, like a drug that had taken hold of me.

But this wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about power. I wanted to show her just how much control I had over her body, over her very being.

I pulled out of her and quickly undid the ropes before I flipped her over on her stomach. Digging my fingers into her hips, I jerked her up, her perky ass begging for my cock.

I ran the tip of my dick along her wet pussy, then over her tight asshole.

“I haven’t fucked you here in a long time, little lamb, but you loved my dick inside you that night in the woods.” I leaned toward the nightstand, opened the drawer, and removed the bottle of lube. Once I applied an ample amount around my shaft and her hole, I pressed against her. Ella’s ass refused to give, and she sucked in an audible gasp.

“I’m going to take you either way, but if you’re tense it will hurt. Or is that what you crave—pain? You had to have known what I would do to you for crossing me.”

“I never planned for you to find out,” she said through gritted teeth.

I pushed the head of my cock inside her asshole, and a wave of ecstasy ripped through me. Her cry pierced my ears as I worked her a little at a time. Her greedy hole took me inch by inch until I was buried inside of my pretty little slut. Rocking gently at first, I claimed her, then picked up my pace. Finding her clit, I massaged her until her cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure.

“You’re such a whore for my cock in your ass. Admit it. I want to hear those words.”

“No. You’re doing this to punish me, not make me feel good.” Her fingers dug into the mattress as I moved in and out of her.

I pinched her clit hard enough to make her yelp, then stroked her to soothe the pain. When I was finished fucking her, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

“Oh Jesus,” she squeaked.

“Say it.”

“No.”

I picked up the pace, sweat forming on my forehead as I continued.

“Then I’ll deny you once again.” I pulled out of her and climbed off the bed as she collapsed onto her stomach. Making my way to the bathroom, I discarded my jeans and shirt before I turned on the water and washed myself. I wasn’t done with her yet, and by the end she would be begging me to let her come.

Minutes later, I returned to her. She turned her head away, but I saw her tear-stained cheeks.

“Denying me won’t change anything, Death. I won’t apologize for trying to find your parents’ killer.”

My little lamb was still feisty and refused to give me what I wanted. “Make no mistake, Ella, I broke you once, and I’ll do it again. Apparently, I’ve been gone for too long, and you’ve forgotten who you bow to and serve.” I grabbed her ankle and spun her around on the bed, then I flipped her onto her back. With a gruff tug, I brought her to the edge of the mattress and knelt before her. I placed her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her pussy. She shoved her fingers in my hair, gripping it tightly as she rocked against me. My tongue danced around her clit, then dove into her sweet cunt over and over. Ella leaned back but didn’t let go of me.

“If this is punishment, then punish me, Death.” Her ragged breaths filled the room.

I licked her pussy, my chin slick with her juices. She bucked, and I knew she was about to lose control.

Without warning, I stood and chuckled as her expression twisted from ecstasy to anger.

“Fuck you,” she spat.

“I intend to.” I flashed her a feral smile while I stroked my cock. She lay back on the mattress, watching my every move as I towered over her, and fear and lust danced across her beautiful face. I positioned myself between her legs, then with one swift push, I plunged into her with such force that her body jolted up the bed, and a helpless moan escaped her lips.

Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled to break free from my grip. The room was a blur as she thrashed around, trying to escape my merciless assault. I grabbed her wrists tighter, applying just enough pressure to keep her still as I delivered violent thrust after violent thrust, her cries of agony echoing in the bedroom.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, desperate for more. Sweat dripped from our bodies, the scent mingling in the air between us. Each plunge brought me closer to my release, but I had to prolong the ecstasy, knowing it would only be more intense when it finally came.

With every pounding stroke, she convulsed beneath me. Her nails raked against my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My heart thumped in my chest like a drum as I surrendered to the primal urges that fueled our anger and lust.

With a newfound ferocity, I pushed into her eager cunt, and her moans filled the room.

Finally relaxing, her gaze locked with mine. “Tell me why you don’t want me to look into who murdered your parents.”

“Because the truth will put you in danger,” I grunted.

Ella’s cries reached a fever pitch as I pounded into her with unrelenting force, her body writhing and convulsing beneath me.

Her slick walls clenched around me, gripping my shaft as if trying to pull me deeper. She was so close, but she hadn’t earned her orgasm yet.

I pulled out, leaving her furious and panting.

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll make you come.” I smirked at her, relishing in the control I had over her once again.

She shook her head, still refusing to give in.

I moved to the edge of the bed and with a determined stride, I returned to the bathroom, leaving her.

“Where are you going?” she demanded in a panicked voice.

Ignoring her question, I snatched up a small white candle and lighter from the side of the claw-foot tub. I lit the wick and approached her once again. Waiting for the wax to melt to just the right temperature, I allowed it to drip onto her bare skin, starting from between her breasts and trailing down her stomach.

With a flick of my wrist, I gathered my glinting knife from the bed and dragged it across her, tracing the trail of wax with red droplets blooming in its wake.

“Tell me why, Ella. Why did you dare to defy me?”

She quivered with fear as a lone tear escaped her eye, and she held her breath. I continued to cut around the candle drippings, relishing in the sight of crimson blood seeping through her porcelain skin. As I reached the tender flesh of her inner thigh, her body convulsed in pain.

“Please, no more. I’ll tell you,” she pleaded between ragged breaths.

I withdrew my blade, allowing her a brief respite before forcing her to speak. She closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come.

“Because I want …”