There’ll be a day when I’ll have to let her go. She’s so beautiful and I’m destined to destroy anything of beauty.
But that day isn’t today.
After turning on the faucet and letting water fill the tub, I grab a towel, wet it, and head back to the bedroom.
Annika passed out a while ago and is currently sleeping on her side, a slight crease furrowing her brow.
I push away the sheet that’s covering her middle and she winces, probably due to the welts.
My cock strains against my boxers at the view of the angry red marks blotching her pale skin on her neck, tits, and her hard pink nipples.
I flick one nipple and she moans, burying her face in the pillow.
Only Annika would find this extreme pleasure in pain. She says she doesn’t like it, but on the contrary, her body has become attuned to it.
The more I inflict pain, the harder she breaks apart.
She’s a natural masochist. She just didn’t know it.
Sitting on the mattress, I pull her legs apart and pause at the view of dried blood between her inner thighs.
She was a virgin.
A fucking virgin.
I should’ve suspected it, considering her sheltered upbringing, but on the other hand, she’s resourceful and cunning enough to have had sex if she’d wanted to.
Maybe she didn’t want to.
I reach a hand down to readjust my hard-on at the view of my cum that’s mixed with her blood. Then I proceed to wipe it off with steady, unhurried fingers.
Low moans spill from her and it takes me more time than needed to clean her pink cunt.
I stall on and on, engraving this visual of her in the deepest, darkest corners of my memory.
Once I’m done, I throw down the towel, then open my side drawer and fetch a tube of ointment. I’ve never done any type of play at home, but I planned to bring Annika here all along—though not this soon—which is why I bought everything necessary.
From the ropes to the toys and finishing up with the ointment.
I slide it over the welts, my fingers lingering a bit too long on each angry mark.
Mymarks.
Mybruises.
I marked her, so she’s mine.
A sense of raging possessiveness grabs me in a chokehold as I inspect the map of welts I left. Or when I recall how she screamed and sobbed, then came apart while she took them.
Annika whimpers while I tend to her, but she shows no sign of waking up as she hides further in her pillow.
After finishing with the ointment, I carry her in my arms bridal style. Her head lolls and drops onto my chest, hair in disarray, lips parted, mascara running down her cheeks, but there’s still no hint of consciousness.
The scent of violets mixes with the smell of sex and me, choking me and sending a redo signal to my half-erect cock.
Too soon.
If I follow that instinct, I’ll just break her this time, and I don’t want that. As much I get off on hurting her, I don’t want to drive her to the point of no return.
I carry her to the bathroom, check the temperature of the water, and then I slowly lower her into it until her tits are partially covered.
If it were up to me, I’d keep her like this, with my dried cum between her legs and my scent on her skin.
But I’m not willing to sacrifice her discomfort for that.
If I expected her to wake up at the contact with the water, she doesn’t. Her head angles to the side, letting her hair cascade down her shoulders and into the tub.
“Annika.” I lift her chin. “Come on, wake up, little purple.”
“Mmm.”
Her tiny sounds of pleasure and her whines nearly have me coming in my boxers. Fuck. I feel her everywhere, in my bloodstream, on my flesh, and down to that forbidden nook in my heart.
I nudge her again, but an unintelligible sound is all I get. So I lean over and whisper in her ear, “What type of date do you want to go on next?”
That gets her attention, because her bright blue-gray eyes slowly open and she stares at the opposite wall, dumbfounded, almost without concentration. Then she focuses on her body that’s entirely hidden by the water.
Her expressive blue-gray gaze slides to me and some of the confusion automatically withers away.
It’s as if she…trusts me.
Big fucking mistake.
A sheep can never put its faith in the wolf. No matter what type of nice mask it wears.
Her fingers touch her neck, latching onto the necklace around her pale throat that I put there when she was asleep, and then she gathers the pendant in her palm, eyes growing in size.
“What is this…?” Her voice is a little bit hoarse, a little bit raw.
She’s effortlessly the most erotic thing I’ve ever encountered.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s not only due to her body that’s made to be fucked and marked and tied up.
“Your birthday present. That’s the closest thing to purple I could find.”
“It’s a diamond.”
“So?”
“It’s a pink-purple diamond. This is like so rare and expensive.”
“Nothing’s too rare when I ask my father for help. And thankfully, I’m rich.”
She smiles softly, her fingers raking over the jewel. “This is so beautiful. I’ll treat it like a treasure.”
My breathing eases as she examines the necklace with awe. It makes all the effort I went through, having this specifically made for her, worth it.
After a full minute of admiration, she focuses on her body. “Wait. Did you run me a bath?”
“Obviously.”
“But why?”
“Aren’t you sore?”
She winces, then her lips push forward in a soft pout.
Adorable.
“Do you even have to ask? You kind of broke me with your monster cock. Literally and figuratively.” She wiggles her toes beneath the water and sighs. “This is nice.”
I retrieve my bottle of shampoo, sit on the edge of the tub, then lather her hair. “Monster cock?”
“Mmm.” She leans into my hold, eyes closing. “Have you seen it lately? It belongs in porn.”
My fingers thread in her hair and I tug it until her head clashes against my stomach. “You watch porn?”
Her eyes shoot open. “Everyone watches porn.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t need to, considering your very singular tastes. Why watch fake scenarios when you can reenact them in real life? Check your privilege, not all of us could experience sex so young.”
“One of these days, I’m going to fuck the sassiness out that mouth of yours.”
“You’re being impossible. Porn is normal, and it’s not like I watch it all the time.”
“What type of porn do you watch?”
Awkward laughter spills from her. “I thought you weren’t a porn person. How did you know there are categories?”
I tug harder on her hair. “Answer the question, Annika.”
“A little bit of everything. And, as I said, I only do it like maybe once a month.”
“What terms do you search when you first open a porn site? When you’re horny and your little pussy is throbbing, what do you look for?”
Her lips part and it takes everything in me not to stuff them with my fingers or my cock.
“Rough,” she whispers, averting her gaze from me. “Hardcore. Amateur. I don’t like the…uh, fake moans and orgasms, and I prefer seeing how it looks in real life.”
“Don’t watch it anymore.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like it when you look at other men’s dicks.”
“Don’t worry. Yours is much more brutal.”
“I mean it.”
“I can’t believe you’re being jealous of porn. You don’t see me throwing a fit about all your submissives.”
“You can.”
She releases a sigh. “I won’t. That would just be embarrassing. And, by the way, you didn’t use a condom. I’m on birth control, so it’s all good, but I don’t want to catch anything your previous sex partners gave you.”
“If they did, you already have it.”
Annika pales to a deep shade of white and I laugh. “I was kidding.”
Her lips part and she watches me closely, as if engraving every detail of my face to memory before she swallows. “Since when do you do that?”
“Since you.”
“You also laughed.”
“I only laugh around you.” I stroke my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. “On a serious note, I’m clean. Not only do I always use a condom, but I haven’t had penetrative sex in months.”
“Why not?”
“Inflicting pain is usually enough stimulation.”
“But not with me?”
“Not with you.” I had to fuck her, own her, put my mark on her so no one dares to come close.
She nibbles on the corner of her lip. “If you’ve always used a condom, why didn’t you with me?”
“I forgot, and when I remembered, you were soaking my cock with your blood. There was no way in fuck I would give up that feeling.”
“You…don’t have to be so detailed.”
“You’re the one who asked. Now, tell me…” I caress the long strands of her hair, pulling it to my face and being slightly disappointed that it smells like my shampoo and not her violet. “Why were you a virgin?”