The cold needles pierce my tender calf muscles and it hurts so good…Her left hand holds my leg steady and she feels me quiver, not in pain but in anticipation…The bleeding lines form her shape. My bondaged kitten, to whom I feel apart of. My hands tied behind my back and hips belted down to the chair, legs open. I’m at the mercy of my artist and with every twitch she smiles.With every drop of pleasure I exhale louder.
“Harder.” I insist.
The needles go deeper, blood circling my ankle, she wipes me down and kisses my knee.
“Almost done?” I asked.
” You will be done when I say you are.” she replies.
My heart beats out of my chest. She kisses me, my lips overwhelm hers.
“Are you lost?” I ask sarcastically.
She silences me with a gag, the fear of suffocation makes me well up in tears but she won’t hurt me, and I won’t let the fear ruin this moment…not this time. I bite down on the gag as the pressure of several needles paints the picture I adore.
She looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes. “Open wider.”
She drops the gun and slides her fingers inside me. I exhale and feel my breath get thinner. I refuse to moan and give her that satisfaction. She knows it. She shows no remorse on my body. I’m owned by her, the ink shooting Golden Locks.
However, she should have covered my eyes. Now under my hypnosis there is no release this time.
She pulls down my gag and I whisper, “You are mine you know…”
“I always was.”
Our heavy breaths consume the room. She unties me from the chair. Before she can checkmate me, I push my blood filled spiked heel to her shoulder. Pinned against the grown she looks stunned. The juice dripping down my thigh… down my calf now burns the raw skin, down my heels onto her chest. Looking deep into her blue, now misty eyes…she begs as I pull the grenade from my belt.
“But if I can’t have you no one can.” The pin lingers between my teeth as I leave the room. I don’t look back. You were the one and you always will be now. The love massacre lives to tell our story.
Leah Lexington
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