I feel that a dragon has been using my body as his den. His snortings and convulsions are painful to me. And the pain has taken me to the brink of hopelessness.
She looks up slowly through her golden tangled tresses. The strands cover her face to shadow the darkness that lurks in her gaze. Her piercing amber eyes lightly flash in a still and stoic, yet featureless face. Their depths reflecting the realm of innocence she had once harbored. Her soul flows within the murky pit of her darkest desires. Protecting that which she has kept hidden, tucked away deep inside in her thoughts alone. Her torrid pain, hers alone to keep. The brushed black leather corset laced tightly; stills her breath as it rises from deep within her chest. She slips her hand down her thigh. Slender fingers course down the black suede leather of her pants, aching to wrap around the ornate handle of her dagger strapped to her side.
Her mind floods with the pleasingly torturous images of how she shall provoke him. Closing her eyes she restrains herself, taming her mind for the time being, knowing that soon she will allow herself to be free. She quietly crosses the room, her lithe form closing the distance between herself and the bed. The light imprints of her boots in the plush carpet betray her dangerously silent arrival. A devious smile curls the edges of her rosy lips as she pulls in a long silent breath, approaching his unsuspecting relaxed form. She stops at the edge of his bed. His stately tanned body cloaked in the white sheet; the sight causing her to moan as she watches the rise and fall of his chest in the rhythm of sleep. One long, muscular leg drawn up and exposed from underneath the stark white fabric. His strong and supple form flowing within her heart and soul.
The enigmatic sound of blood rushing through her ears drowns out all thought as she gradually crouches beside his bed. She leans closer to him to gently caress his cheek; the feather light touch going un-noticed. Time is of no existence as she memorizes the way his ebony lashes lay upon his bronzed cheek in the sweet manner of one lost in slumber. She silently pulls her red silken panties from her bag. Dousing it with a small amount of ether. Her determined eyes reflecting her tormented thoughts. Finding it so very fitting that his favorite pair of red panties shall be used for her greater will. She covers his nose and mouth with the fabric. Holding it tightly to his face as she leans over and presses her weight into him to hold him down during his light struggle.
Her soft satisfied sigh echoes through the room as she looks down at his drugged lifeless form. Pulling her dagger from it's sheath she curls her fingers around the heavy gold ornate handle. The intricate double dragon design sacred to her. A single dragon protruding from each side of the handle expressing their fury with long fangs and jewel -encrusted sparkling amber eyes. Much like those of the woman wielding the weapon. Her fingertips roaming over each scale and claw causing the devious dragon eyes to glitter with the turn of her hand. Re-uniting herself with the darkness that is as much a part of her as the light.
Her sweet breath passes through lightly parted lips as her fingers encircle the dark amethyst jewel set in the pommel of her dagger. Gliding over the solid handle to grasp it firmly within her dainty palm. The twin dragons working their wicked forms into her soft flesh with the tightening of her grip. His listless form a mere reflection in the sliver of her blade. Turning the dagger, she lightly runs a fingertip across the edge of the slender blade. Emitting a deep gasp as her soft skin silently splits upon the slightest touch of the sharp edge. Her crimson blood subdued by the gentle pressure she applies before sliding her finger from the tip. Gazing down at her hand she quietly marvels at the stark contrast of her dark burgundy blood against her creamy skin.
She seems slightly puzzled. Knowing she has been injured, yet the pain refuses to be felt. The pounding in her heart echoes with the truth. Telling her that the only true pain she feels is that of the love lost. The agony she feels twists and turns through her spirit. Her eyes as hollow as a fathomless gaping pit that reaches into eternity. Struggling to pull in her breath as the thought springs into her mind. He must pay for his transgressions against her.
Returning her dagger to it's sheath, she rises. One finely arched brow quirked as she looks down at him. A thick drop of crimson falling from her fingertip. The bulbous drop slowly extends to the pristine white sheet to mark it's presence forever more. The words with which she speaks are dark and angry; spoken in the low husky tones of one with no mirth. "Mmmmm, so I've found you Sweet One. " Gently clicking her tongue as she slips her hand into her pocket to retrieve four pieces of thickly coiled wire.
Inflexibly grasping his wrist, she attaches it to the bedpost by twisting the wire around his flesh. Curling the remaining wire around the post to secure him tightly. A low and devious laugh greeting him as his eyes flutter open with the shock of one caught in a trap. His limbs so heavy within his drugged state, he groans softly with the effort to move. She crushes her boot clad foot into his chest moving quickly to bind his other wrist. Making sure to pull the wire tight enough to cut into his flesh. Ripping the sheet from his body, she presses her agile leather clad form into his nakedness before roughly pulling his ankle to the foot of his bed. His groan of disbelief shadowing her every move as he fights the groggy reality of this present moment.
Her cold gaze vigilantly watches him shift upon the bed in slow motion. Her quiet disdain chilling him to the core as she wraps the wire around his ankle, her nails digging into his flesh. Yanking the wire tightly to cut into him, she grins at his attempt to hide his wincing. In a sudden movement he pulls his free ankle from her grip, his eyes flashing. "I'm not going to fucking help you ." he spits at her. Every muscle in his body rippling beneath her as she rises from the bed. Smirking, she examines her handy work. So very proud of her accomplishment.
She carefully unsheathes her dagger, her eyes narrowing with a seething glare aimed at him. With the swift flick of her wrist her dagger soars through the air landing between his thighs at the juncture of his legs. The utter violence causing him to snap his eyes shut. Falling back upon the bed, his chest heaving with every rugged breath. Sneering down at him, she pulls a pair of tiny plyers from her clevage and waggles them beneath his nose. In a matter of seconds her expression changes from one of complete darkness to one of sweet innocence. Transforming her exterior as the hard lines of anger diminish into a soft angelic glow.
"Ooohhh you mean you aren't going to help me at all? Ooh what's the matter darling don't you fucking love me?" her sweet and melodious words, crescendoing with the darkness that laces her actions. A deep growl pouring from within as she snakes her hand out and yanks his ankle to attach it to the bedpost. Gracefully moving to tighten each piece of wire, she assures that he is tightly bound. Gently shaking her head as she watches him test his bonds. "Pull a little harder love, I want to see the blood run." she purrs from the end of his bed. His tone dark and threatening as he responds with a long and loud line of curses. "Mmmmm where are your gentle whispers now love? Shall I remind you of how it's done Sweet One?" she whispers softly.
An evil grin planted upon her sweet lips. She slides up between his legs to pull her dagger from within the bed. Not uttering a single word, she deliberately glides the tip of her blade along the inside of his thigh. The sharp tip barely gracing his warm skin. Her head sinks down to gently flick the head of his cock with the tip of her hot wet tongue. Raising her fiery amber eyes to lock with his piercing gray eyes. "Oooohhh God don't do this..." he groans writhing beneath her. "Don't do what love?" she purrs applying more pressure with her dagger to the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
Digging the tip in to pierce his darkly tanned skin. "Don't fuck up your life like you fucked up mine? Why don't we save the world the trouble of dealing with your blood line?" Her words dark and scornful as she grips her dagger with steadfast assurance. Carefully twisting the tip in; her eyes glazing over vacantly as his skin indents with the pressure. Biting her lower lip, she presses her blade in further. A breathy hiss slipping through his bared teeth as he contorts his face with the effort to show no emotion despite the blaring pain.
He turns to look away from her. The curve of her back flowing sensually while she moves. She closes her eyes and moans softly as she slides the tip of her silver blade through his flesh. Looking at him with utter disgust as his tortured cries reach her ears. "You can't run from me now Sweetling. Mmmm no, I won't allow it. Look at me." she growls softly. Reaching out roughly to whip his face toward her. The blade twisting sideways quickly and ripping into his flesh, her disconnected emotions causing more pain with each passing moment.
Keening softly within his painful howl, her gleaming amber eyes watching and gauging his every move. The smile upon her lips never quite reaching her eyes. Her soft pink tongue gliding smoothly along her upper teeth just before she grins; scrutinizing him as he twists his capable hands into fists. He curls his body up as much as possible to withdraw from her. "Mmmmmm that's more like it love." her velvety words caressing his ear as she slips up his body. Harshly covering his lips with her own while ruthlessly pushing her blade deeply through tendons and muscle. Releasing the dagger to stand upright in his thigh, buried to the hilt.
