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Chapter 21

Raven

G otcha, fucker.

Dorian lies on the floor at my feet, blood slowly seeping from the wound I inflicted on the back of his head. I knew I should have draped a blanket or something over Malachi, but I was too excited to cook dinner for Dorian to give it a second thought.

Bending over, I make sure that D is still breathing. I swear if he’s not, I’m going to lose my shit. When I feel his hot breath fan across my fingertips, I do a little dance in my head. Grabbing a blanket from the couch, I fan it out on the ground next to the asshole's unconscious and roll him onto the fabric. Grabbing the edge, I pull his body across the floor to the kitchen area and drop it next to the table. Slowly, doing a little skip, I shut the door and flip the lock.

When I turn back, I fully take in dickwad’s sleeping form. He really is a god of a man. It’s just too bad that he has to be such a vile human being. I would have loved to keep him around, but today is all we’ll get together.

Too bad.

Digging around the cabin earlier, I found a length of chain, padlocks, and some handcuffs, which are perfect for holding him still for everything. I took the painstakingly long twenty minutes to get this man into one of the larger chairs and locked up. Fucker is heavy when he’s straight deadweight. Looking at my handy work, I realize he’s stirring slightly. Look who’s going to be waking up soon!

I saunter to the cupboard to pull down a bowl to serve my man his dinner. He’s got to be hungry after trudging around in all that snow for so long. I know I am. But I won’t be joining him for this meal. This is all for him. I hear rattling behind me, and a disgruntled groan comes from my Christmas Eve companion.

It’s showtime.

“Hey, baby. I’m so glad you could make it for dinner. I’ve been slaving away for far too long to provide this for you,” I coo as sweetly as possible, turning with a bowl of steaming stew in my hands.

“What the fuck did you do to my brother?” He yells.

“Oh, you mean Malachi? Well, you see, we were having some fun, but his cock just wasn’t doing it for me this time. A little stabby action and some blood sure did the trick, though. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I gush, setting the bowl on the table in front of him.

Dorian looks at the food with unsaid questions flashing across his face before locking eyes with me, once again.

“You think I’m in the mood to eat?” He spits, scoffing at the mere suggestion of it.

“Oh, I don’t care what you’re in the mood for. Right now, in this cabin, I am the one in charge. You will do as I say when I say to do it, or there will be consequences.”

Sitting in a chair beside him, I grab a spoon and load it up with meat and veggies, blowing on it softly to help cool it down slightly. I bring it to Dorian’s mouth, waiting for him to open up, but he locks his jaw tight.

“Look, Dorian. You are going to eat this meal I cooked for you. Shit, Malachi even helped! Now open wide.”

He still refuses to open his mouth, so I set the spoon back into the bowl and jumped to my feet. Walking over to the counter again, I snatch up the filet knife from earlier this evening and walk back, holding the blade up so the light from the room glints off the blade just right.

“So are you going to eat?” I ask one more time.

“No, I’m not eating whatever the fuck is that bowl. Why don’t you just let me go and we'll talk about this like civilized people,” he says with a hint of malice lacing his words.

“You’re right. I could do that, but when I really think about it, I don’t think I will. You see, if you were civilized and sane, you wouldn’t have done what you did to me. Wouldn’t have allowed others to do it. So for that, you will open now. Or you will get your first punishment.”

He continues to refuse, so I walk closer to him and straddle his lap. I slip my legs beneath the arms of the chair so that my pussy rests just atop his cock. I grind down slightly, feeling him hardening beneath me.

“So are you going to eat before it gets cold? I would like to get the fun started,” I plead, pulling out my best puppy dog eyes for the fuck.

He reels back and spits directly into my face, chuckling when I gasp in shock. Before I’m able to fully realize what I’m doing, I’ve brought the knife up and plunged it straight through the top of his hand. The knife easily slices through every muscle and tendon until the handle rests against the back of his hand. He yells in pain, struggling to try and get free.

Reaching behind me, I grab a spoonful of the “stew” and bring it to his lips. The thick gravy drips onto his lower lip, no doubt burning him, but he keeps his lips firmly together.

“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way,” I shrug, grasping the knife and slowly pulling it from his skewered hand.

The pain from the extraction is enough to cause him to yell out again, giving me the perfect opportunity to slam the spoon into his mouth. I dump the food into his mouth and toss the spoon to the side. Grabbing his chin, I slam his mouth shut and plug his nose with my other hand.

“Either swallow or suffocate. The choice is yours,” I whisper against his cheek.

He’s seething and doing his best to hold his breath, trying to wait me out. But what he doesn’t realize is that it’s not going to happen. He will swallow every single bit of this. When I pull back slightly, I lock eyes with him, letting him see just how serious I am. And he must see it because his jaw begins to move as he chews the food before swallowing it. I release his nose and chin and give him a pat on the cheek while he struggles to fill his lungs with air again.

“Good boy. How did you like it?”

“It was good. Now let me go,” he grunts, clearly disgusted.

“Well, even though I know you didn’t like it, I’ll take it. And don’t say you did, again because your face says otherwise. Wouldn’t you like to know what it was?”

He gets this cute little confused look on his face and he looks over my shoulder to look into the bowl still sitting there before locking eyes with me again.

“Yeah, I kind of figured you’d want to know. Well, it was an amazing bite of my cockmeat stew. Made just for you. It had potatoes, carrots, onions, and garlic. Oh and can’t forget the star ingredient,” I say, climbing off his lap to snatch up the knife again. “Malachi’s cock. It did smell amazing while it was cooking. I wouldn’t know how it tasted but it looked delicious,” I finish, swirling around, letting my tits do a little dance for him.

Dorian’s eyes all but bug out his face and I can’t help the maniacal laugh that crawls its way out of my chest. I watch as his body starts dry heaving, and run to grab a bowl. I don’t want the rest of the night to smell like puke, so I quickly catch the food that makes its reappearance before tossing it out the front door, bowl, and all. I grab a glass of water and help Dorian wash his mouth out as well.

I’m not a total monster.

Once I’m happy he won't smell perfectly gross, I prance over to the Christmas tree and pluck a candy cane from the branches. I open it slowly and bring it to my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, collecting all the minty goodness. Sauntering back to the chair, I put on a little show for him. His eyes dart between my body and my mouth, his dick visibly hardening with every step. Every lick.

“You like what you see, big boy?” I purr, leaning down in front of him, giving him the perfect view of my tits.

He grunts his response but gives me no words. None. I’m kind of shocked and disappointed because, between the stew and then the sexy, I would have thought I deserved some kind of sass.

“You’re not a sassy boy, are you?” I ask while he just glares at my attempts. “That’s too bad. It’s more fun that way.”

I grab the knife from the floor and bring it to Dorian again, but this time, I saw away at the clothes covering his body. I need my big scary boy naked for everything that’s to come. Once I’ve pulled every shred of cloth from his body, I loosely run the tip of the knife along his chest, dipping lower and lower until it’s resting just above his cock. I squat between his legs and giggle a little when his cock does a little jerk in excitement.

“You might not be happy to see me, but I know someone sure is,” I say, wrapping my free hand around it. “It really is such a shame though.”

I pump his cock a few times, spitting onto the tip.

“What’s a shame?” He grits out between clenched teeth.

“That such a beautiful cock has to belong to someone so fucking disgusting,” I mutter. “I mean, look at it. It’s the perfect size, and it can do some amazing things too. But then I look at you, and realize that it needs a better home.”

Dorian’s whole body tenses up at my words, and I laugh a deep belly laugh that echoes through the room.

“Oh god, dude. Take a chill pill. It’s not going anywhere. At least not yet.”

I continue pumping him until a soft moan escapes from between his lips. Not able to hold myself back, I slide my legs through the arms of the chair again, lining my dripping-wet pussy to the tip. Dorian struggles in his chains as I slowly slide down the length of him.

“Fuckkkkk,” he hisses as I seat myself onto him fully.

“That’s right, baby. I knew you loved this warm pussy,” I moan, bouncing along his cock.

I can feel every inch of him and his piercing as it hits just the right spot every time. I can feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. But I don’t let it come. Instead, I stop and look Dorian in the face again. His eyes fly open when he realizes I’m no longer fucking him. They’re clouded with anger and lust.

“That’s right. If I remember correctly, it was my ass that you enjoyed more,” I chuckle to myself.

Leaning back against the table, I lift off his cock.

“Spit on it,” I demand.

He instantly complies and watches as I run his saliva along his length and then massage the remaining onto my tight, puckered hole. I grasp his dick in my hand and line it up with my ass, slowly pushing onto him. I groan as his cock slides into me, jerking as my ass grips him tightly.

“Do you want to fuck my ass, Dorian?”

He nods quickly, not taking his eyes from where his dick is seated in my ass.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you until I come all across your chest. Are you ready to shower in everything I have to give you?”

Another sharp nod.

“Words, baby boy. I want to hear you beg for my ass. For my cum to be all over you,” I purr.

“Jesus Christ, Raven. What do you want me to say?” He spits, taking a deep breath and trying to shove down that toxicity that he thrives on. “You want me to beg you? Really? Fine. Please Raven. Let me fuck you in the ass. Bounce along my cock until I fill you with my cum. Shower me in your release.”

“That’s better,” I cluck at him. “But not really what I had in mind. For that, you won’t be coming in my ass tonight. You actually won’t be coming at all. But I will fuck you.”

Using the table to hold me up, I slide up and down along his cock, moaning as the piercing once again hits the right spot every time. If I don’t hurry though, he will come before I do, and we can’t have that. I balance myself carefully on one arm and grab the knife from the table again. But instead of cutting little Dorian here, I turn it around and line the handle up with my dripping pussy. Thankfully, it’s a thicker handle, and it slides in easily, my pussy swallowing every inch of the blade.

I fuck myself with the handle as I bounce along Dorian’s cock, moaning loudly. I can feel myself getting closer again. Tingling spreads from my core to every part of my body. Holding the knife still, I thrust myself onto it and his dick harder and faster until I hear Dorian gasp in pain. When I look down, I see the tip of the knife has pierced his abdomen slightly. Not a lot, but enough to draw blood, and my god, does it look fantastic.

Harder.

Faster.

Harder.

Faster.

My breathing is ragged, and my legs scream in agony as I chase my orgasm. Each time I take them to the hilt, the knife sinks deeper and deeper into Dorian. More and more blood pools in his lap, and just when it gets too deep, Dorian screams, and I finally reach my O. Liquid gushes from me, soaking Dorian and melding with his blood. I ride out the high, and when I’m finally coming down, I slow down and pull the knife out of us both. Carefully I slide from his cock and chuckle when he groans in disappointment.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

I walk over to the sink and clean myself up before heading into the bathroom. Making it quick, I pee and wash my hands before heading back out to find Dorian fighting for his life. He is yanking at the cuffs and chains with everything in him, which causes the wound in his gut to bleed more and more.

“If you’re not careful, you’re going to bleed out like your brother did,” I laugh, causing him to still immediately.

Making a stop at the roaring fire, I grab a fire poker and heat it in the blaze. When I pull the iron from the flames, it’s bright red. I take it over to Dorian and hold it close to his stomach.

“Hold still, baby boy. This is gonna hurt,” I say, bringing the scorching metal to the leaking wound.

It sizzles on contact, and the smell alone is enough to turn someone’s stomach, but not mine. No. Instead, I watch in fascination as the wound cauterizes, closing, and the bleeding coming to a stop. What I didn’t realize was that Dorian passed out in the process.

Oops.