Love Like Blood
Teenage Necrophilian Love
~Some Time Later~
I’m laying on this really, really comfortable bed but I cannot see. Not this shit again. I tried to grab anything that was close to me but it felt like my hands were bound. Please tell me their not going to sacrifice me to the devil. I’m not a virgin, I did not want to come back like Megan Fox and be a demon that spits up black bile that has spikes. Alright think Scarlett. I’m not going to lie, this is a bit of a turn on for me but I have to somewhat ignore that. I hear the door open and shut close.
"Babe?" oh thank god, it was Chris.
"So why am I tied up? I can feel a draft, so that must mean I'm naked too?" I said a bit timidly.
"Well you see, Scar. You’re mine... You do understand that right?" he questioned me.
I felt the bed shift a bit, so I guess he had gotten on it with me as well.
"Yes, I know that, babe."
"Good. So you know that I can do whatever I want with you right?" he asked me.
He started kissing my neck and it was getting really hard for me to find my voice," ye-yes, Chris."
He stopped kissing my neck and I got a little bit upset by that, "No, no, no. I know it sounds a bit cliche, but you will call me Master. You will answer me saying, 'Yes, Master' or 'No, Master', got it?"
"Yes, Chri-Master."
"Good girl, now I'm going to take the blindfold off."
"Okay, Master," was all I could say, I couldn't fight him because I was in love with where this is going.
"Now, Scar. You are mine, my property and my slave. You will only do things for me and with me... unless I tell you otherwise, or you will be punished severely. Got it?"
"Yes, Master."
He moved down my body and kissed down my stomach, making me shiver with anticipation. I pulled down the black lace panties I had on slowly with his teeth. Making sure to massage my thighs as he ran them down my legs. He slowly came out towards my face and looked me in my eyes. I couldn't help but focus on him, and only him. He slipped his hand in between my thighs and ran his fingers up and down my slit. I couldn't help but moan.
"Oh, baby. You don't even know the half of what I can do to you."
He started kissing my neck again and moved his fingers to my clit, rubbing in an agonizingly slow movement. He started nibbling by my ear and I moaned a little louder. He opened his mouth to speak and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
"Your body is my kingdom.. and I will destroy you."
Expecting Chris to start drilling into me like a mad man, I wake up in a cold sweat and I get really aggravated. I don't trust the part of my brain that induces dreams anymore. I sighed really hard and I felt Chris stir in his sleep. We were in a really confined area, and I couldn't help but to assume that we were in a coffin. God dammit, Brain. Making me think shit is real and it isn't. I felt down into my panties and I was soaking wet. Well fuck.
"Scarlett, shut up already. I want to sleep," Chris spoke in a half sleepy voice and it was the ultimate turn on.
"I'm sorry, babe. I was just having a dream and I couldn't help but get frustrated because I woke up."
Chris turned to face me and laughed a bit.
"What's so fucking funny?"
He kissed me intensely and got on top of me. I like where this is going.
"Scar... You weren't.. dreaming... we don't... have dreams..." he spoke in between kisses.
I stopped kissing him and looked at him questioningly.
"What does that mean then?"
He chuckled and closed his eyes," that means that your power is having psychic visions. You can see in to the future. Unfortunately, you're the only one that can tell us when you have them, I can't read them from your mind."
Well fuck yes.
"Oh, okay..." I said quietly. Fuck, I really wish Chris would know what I wanted. He's not naturally that aggressive. I guess I have to test my limits with sex with him. His speaking interrupted my train of thought though.
"Now go back to sleep, we have a lot of damage control to take care of in the next 4 hours."
"Like what?" I asked him.
"Like school, something to eat, and lastly, your father."
He was honestly the last person that I wanted to think about in this state of mind. But what has to get done, needs to be done.
I’m laying on this really, really comfortable bed but I cannot see. Not this shit again. I tried to grab anything that was close to me but it felt like my hands were bound. Please tell me their not going to sacrifice me to the devil. I’m not a virgin, I did not want to come back like Megan Fox and be a demon that spits up black bile that has spikes. Alright think Scarlett. I’m not going to lie, this is a bit of a turn on for me but I have to somewhat ignore that. I hear the door open and shut close.
"Babe?" oh thank god, it was Chris.
"So why am I tied up? I can feel a draft, so that must mean I'm naked too?" I said a bit timidly.
"Well you see, Scar. You’re mine... You do understand that right?" he questioned me.
I felt the bed shift a bit, so I guess he had gotten on it with me as well.
"Yes, I know that, babe."
"Good. So you know that I can do whatever I want with you right?" he asked me.
He started kissing my neck and it was getting really hard for me to find my voice," ye-yes, Chris."
He stopped kissing my neck and I got a little bit upset by that, "No, no, no. I know it sounds a bit cliche, but you will call me Master. You will answer me saying, 'Yes, Master' or 'No, Master', got it?"
"Yes, Chri-Master."
"Good girl, now I'm going to take the blindfold off."
"Okay, Master," was all I could say, I couldn't fight him because I was in love with where this is going.
"Now, Scar. You are mine, my property and my slave. You will only do things for me and with me... unless I tell you otherwise, or you will be punished severely. Got it?"
"Yes, Master."
He moved down my body and kissed down my stomach, making me shiver with anticipation. I pulled down the black lace panties I had on slowly with his teeth. Making sure to massage my thighs as he ran them down my legs. He slowly came out towards my face and looked me in my eyes. I couldn't help but focus on him, and only him. He slipped his hand in between my thighs and ran his fingers up and down my slit. I couldn't help but moan.
"Oh, baby. You don't even know the half of what I can do to you."
He started kissing my neck again and moved his fingers to my clit, rubbing in an agonizingly slow movement. He started nibbling by my ear and I moaned a little louder. He opened his mouth to speak and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
"Your body is my kingdom.. and I will destroy you."
Expecting Chris to start drilling into me like a mad man, I wake up in a cold sweat and I get really aggravated. I don't trust the part of my brain that induces dreams anymore. I sighed really hard and I felt Chris stir in his sleep. We were in a really confined area, and I couldn't help but to assume that we were in a coffin. God dammit, Brain. Making me think shit is real and it isn't. I felt down into my panties and I was soaking wet. Well fuck.
"Scarlett, shut up already. I want to sleep," Chris spoke in a half sleepy voice and it was the ultimate turn on.
"I'm sorry, babe. I was just having a dream and I couldn't help but get frustrated because I woke up."
Chris turned to face me and laughed a bit.
"What's so fucking funny?"
He kissed me intensely and got on top of me. I like where this is going.
"Scar... You weren't.. dreaming... we don't... have dreams..." he spoke in between kisses.
I stopped kissing him and looked at him questioningly.
"What does that mean then?"
He chuckled and closed his eyes," that means that your power is having psychic visions. You can see in to the future. Unfortunately, you're the only one that can tell us when you have them, I can't read them from your mind."
Well fuck yes.
"Oh, okay..." I said quietly. Fuck, I really wish Chris would know what I wanted. He's not naturally that aggressive. I guess I have to test my limits with sex with him. His speaking interrupted my train of thought though.
"Now go back to sleep, we have a lot of damage control to take care of in the next 4 hours."
"Like what?" I asked him.
"Like school, something to eat, and lastly, your father."
He was honestly the last person that I wanted to think about in this state of mind. But what has to get done, needs to be done.