My dark brown orbs glared up into malicious reddish-brown ones also filled with lust. My body was humid and covered with sweat. My breath was short, which caused me to pant heavily through my lips. A chesire like smirk married his thin lips as he pressed his switch blade against my cheek, drawing out blood. I didn't give him the satisfaction of me flinching in pain. He brought the blade up to his stuck out tongue and licked my blood from it, along with his lips afterwards. I could tell he wanted to get a reaction from me, but I didn't give it to him. The tip of his blade traveled down my bare wet body, sending a sensation through my body. I widened my eyes when his blade stopped at my entrance. My heart raced, afraid of his next move. Tears filled in my eyes when felt the razor sharp coldness of the blade jammed up my womanhood. I could feel it scraping up my insides. I screamed out his name as I tried to move my limbs, but to no avail. Both of my arms and legs were bound and handcuffed to his bed. I gasped and cried, trying to beg him to stop, but words couldn't come out of my mouth. My brain could only process the pain I was in. I breathed heavily when he took out his blade and brought it to his lips again, licking up the blood and small amounts of white liquid. Without hesitation, I felt him jam himself inside me, thrusting in a quick pace. This guy was a smug bastard. Just like Shizuo Heiwajima, I hated his guts. He wasn't trustworthy and he always wore a smirk on his face. He was trouble and sly. He knew I loathed him, yet he lusted after my body anyways. Somehow, he got me to agree to be used a sex toy for his lustful desires. It probably was though I despised him so much, I still thought the bastard was really attractive.
The smug, lustful, sexy bastard
Izaya Orihara