EM Times Like This
"Its times like this I need you here with me, with me."
She looks so pretty when she's chained to the bed. Long black hair framing her face that reminds me of beautiful portraits in art museums. She's pale smooth skin so warm to the touch. Her heart beats so fast as I smile down at her. This beautiful slayer has wrapped me around her soul. I have become too devoted to her. Too addicted to the sound of her heart thumping to the beat of drums as we dance, fuck, and fight. Too addicted to how warm she feels when I curl up around her like a lazy kitty because the sun has decided it's time to come inside for the day.
"I should punish you," I told her as dark eyes lock with mine. "Naughty little girl. You've made me love you." The blade from the new dagger slowly slices into her inner right thigh. A perfect heart is drawn, and my girl, my perfect girl, doesn't scream out. She dances beneath the blade, holding tight to the chains, but she doesn't attempt to beg for mercy.
Leaning forward, I trace the mark with the tip of my tongue, flicking at her skin lightly, as I watch her dance for an entirely different reason. She has come so far. I kept her alive much longer than I ever thought I could. The temptation was getting so hard to resist now.
She's naked and shivering as I trace my name across her breasts just hard enough to bring drops of blood to the surface. Bringing the blade to my lips, I lick it clean as I look down at her. See my name carved into her skin. See tears in eyes that seem to reflect nothing but devotion. A single heart on her thigh that symbolizes what she has done to me.
"You're so good. So perfect," I whisper into her ear as I turn the dagger in my hand so I'm holding the blade end. The jeweled handle teases the warmth between her legs as I feel her struggle against those chains. "Faith, baby," I whisper as I pull back to look at her. "Do you want me to make you mine forever?" Tossing the dagger aside, my fingers replace it, relishing the warmth she gives. Can I really stand the loss of the that heart beat and the way she feels so hot to the touch? I suppose if she wants immortality, by now, she's earned it.
She looks so pretty when she's chained to the bed. Long black hair framing her face that reminds me of beautiful portraits in art museums. She's pale smooth skin so warm to the touch. Her heart beats so fast as I smile down at her. This beautiful slayer has wrapped me around her soul. I have become too devoted to her. Too addicted to the sound of her heart thumping to the beat of drums as we dance, fuck, and fight. Too addicted to how warm she feels when I curl up around her like a lazy kitty because the sun has decided it's time to come inside for the day.
"I should punish you," I told her as dark eyes lock with mine. "Naughty little girl. You've made me love you." The blade from the new dagger slowly slices into her inner right thigh. A perfect heart is drawn, and my girl, my perfect girl, doesn't scream out. She dances beneath the blade, holding tight to the chains, but she doesn't attempt to beg for mercy.
Leaning forward, I trace the mark with the tip of my tongue, flicking at her skin lightly, as I watch her dance for an entirely different reason. She has come so far. I kept her alive much longer than I ever thought I could. The temptation was getting so hard to resist now.
She's naked and shivering as I trace my name across her breasts just hard enough to bring drops of blood to the surface. Bringing the blade to my lips, I lick it clean as I look down at her. See my name carved into her skin. See tears in eyes that seem to reflect nothing but devotion. A single heart on her thigh that symbolizes what she has done to me.
"You're so good. So perfect," I whisper into her ear as I turn the dagger in my hand so I'm holding the blade end. The jeweled handle teases the warmth between her legs as I feel her struggle against those chains. "Faith, baby," I whisper as I pull back to look at her. "Do you want me to make you mine forever?" Tossing the dagger aside, my fingers replace it, relishing the warmth she gives. Can I really stand the loss of the that heart beat and the way she feels so hot to the touch? I suppose if she wants immortality, by now, she's earned it.