BellatrixBlackLovett – Sweeney Todd
MrsNellieLovett-x – Nellie Lovett
He was obsessed. It took over his life and wove into his veins like a tree with twisted roots that drove deep into the earth's soil and planted themselves deep within the cores foundations. This obsession, this need had to be sorted out in one way or another. Of course he, Sweeney Todd, would get his way. A glint of silver would slash across that mans neck. How the blood would pour and spill on the floor. Only then would Sweeney Todd be happy. But it seemed, deep in his wrecked body that there was another need. His eyes wondered to her from his balcony as she collected plates and served costumers pies that were filled with meat, human meat, meat that Sweeney Todd gave to her with the flick of his blade. It seemed now that Sweeney was also possessive. She was his pet. His. Every person that came near her as she worked made Sweeney flinch. But he wouldn't do anything about it. Why should he care? Nellie Lovett was nothing more than a simple pie maker.
Nellie's shop was full again, as usual. She could barely keep up with the influx of customers that were constantly pouring in, hungry for some ale and as many of her famous meat pies as they could eat. It was difficult enough to keep up with the usual rush as it was without being watched; watched by a man who she both was completely infatuated and absolutely terrified of at the same time. Sweeney Todd. "What the bloody 'ell is 'e lookin' at?" she thought to herself, slightly irritated. She knew that he was fully aware of how she felt about him, and how much his presence would distract her from her work. As she collected up the empty plates left upon the wooden tables, the thoughts were put from her mind, as one of the regulars, drunk as usual, slapped her on her arse, giving her a wink. Nellie laughed politely, but inside she was both terrified and angry. Terrified of what he would think of her, and angry that he might think that she was anyone's but his.
Why on earth was he suddenly angry? True that was what he felt in his sick twisted body most of the time but today it seemed stronger. Now the blades wanted to fly from his hands into the nearest innocent throat that passed by. Blood, payment, was needed like a child needed its mother. As the drunkard touched Nellie the barber found himself to be vicious. With a simple snap his razor flung open into his hands before his feet carried his, rather too quickly, down the long flight of stairs that took his little room to Mrs. Lovett's busy and cramped pie shop. The smell of flesh hit his nose and filled up his lungs. How sick it was. The blade was kept behind his back as if he was protecting it, waiting for it to be ready to pounce. A long hiss left his mouth as he moved over to Nellie though his eyes kept on the drunk. How he would pay for touching his property.
She turned around momentarily, looking up to the spot where she had noticed him watching her; he had gone. She didn't know whether to be relieved or frustrated; seeing that man always threw her off, giving her mixed emotions, she never knew how to feel. But as she turned around again, she saw Sweeney pushing impatiently through the crowded emporium towards her. "What on earth y' doin' love? You ain't ever down 'ere, you 'ate it, remember?" she said to him through gritted teeth, an uneasy fixed smile upon her face. Something was the matter with Sweeney. There was reason he had ventured down here, and Nellie was determined to find out what that reason was.
Sweeney didn't really notice he was being spoken but after a while Nellie's words hit into his ear drums. "What?" he mumbled as his eyes darted from her to the drunk. That man just had to be dead. Blood all over the floor; it just had to spill for Sweeney and his beloved blades. It seemed his body was shaking with anger. Inside his blood was burning up, his heart was thumping against his chest causing his rib cage to feel tight and uneasy. "I.." Without another word he made his way to the drunkard. No one could stop him and no one would get in his way.
Straight away, she could tell it was something to do with the man who had touched her. She could see his eyes darting to him. He was going to do something, she could tell. "Look, love…" Nellie said gently to him so that only he could hear. "Jus' leave it awright? I'll throw 'im out, jus' don't…" She was cut short as Sweeney shrugged her off and made his way to the man. There was nothing she could do but follow him.
Now, as Sweeney looked into Nellie's eyes he wondered why he was even bothering to kill for the pie maker. Why should he have to go out of his way for her? Why was he even down here? "But," Once again his gaze drifted back to the drunk who was now singing out some rambled song, "He doesn't touch what belongs to me." It seemed his words came out as a threat, a warning to her. Sweeney Todd owned her and it would stay like that till the day they both died.
She didn't even know if she had heard him correctly. "What do y' mean, what belongs to y'? Sweeney, come on, jus' listen!" she groaned in exasperation, tripping clumsily after him. As much as she hated the drunk men that frequented her shop, she knew how the barber 'solved a problem.' With murder. And if he murdered someone in the middle of her shop, then they'd be done for, without a doubt. "Jus' remember we could be put away for this…" she muttered harshly as they approached the man. That, at least, would make him think.
Damn her, why must she always be right? True he couldn't just kill a man in the middle of the shop no matter how much the drunk got on his nerves. It would be prison for him all over again if he even dared to let a sample of his brutal murders slip from his grasp. He couldn't help but sigh but soon his tired and worn face turned. It turned into that of evil. A smirk was plastered across his face, his eyes widened and before he knew it his razor was tucked away to only be replaced by his fist that pounded into the drunks face with a sickening crunch. Sweeney couldn't kill in the shop, but he could cause a little damage.
Before Nellie even knew what was happening, Sweeney had pounded his fist into the face of the drunk, without any warning. "Oh, no love!" she said, grabbing his shoulders and holding him back, as the man attempted to swing back, looking dazed. He missed, and Nellie grabbed his fist sharply. The customers had fallen silent at the scene that had unfolded before them. "Get inside," she muttered to Sweeney through gritted teeth, before shouting to the customers. "Right, I'm closin'! Thanks for yer custom, now all get 'ome!" She waited for them all to leave before heading inside after Sweeney, in an attempt to find out what on earth had just provoked him.
Inside Sweeney was pacing around the shop. He wanted to stab his razor into anything and everything but he didn't understand. Why was he, the demon barber, suddenly acting as if he cared? Nothing was felt for the pie maker, not really. Maybe there was a little lust but Sweeney hadn't touched a woman in God knows how long. As Nellie came back in he snapped; his tongue flicking with anger. "Why on earth did you do that? I had him! I could've sorted him out!"
Nellie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Sorted 'im out? Slit 'is throat in the middle of the courtyard y' mean? You'd be thrown in jail, or sent t' bloody Australia again! Y' think I want that to 'appen?" she said, her voice raising a little more than she had intended. "And besides," she added. "I can look after meself! What does it matter anyway, 'e only grabbed my arse, it ain't like it 'asn't 'appened before!" It has slipped out before she could stop it, but she immediately regretted it.
"What?" Sweeney's scream seemed to echo around the room. How dare she? The pie maker let some mother man touch her in such a way without telling Sweeney. As always, when they got into a fight, Sweeney pushed Nellie into and before long his silver blade was placed against her long, pale neck. "You let some other bloke touch you? Touch you without asking me!" Like he said before, mostly to himself, Nellie was his, his to take how he wanted it.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the cool metal against the ivory skin of her neck; she loved it, but she'd never let on. "It's been nearly fifteen years since Albert died," she said, a smirk appearing across her face. "I 'ad to amuse myself some'ow." In the back of her mind, Nellie knew that the only reason she was saying such things was to make him jealous. "Besides, what does it matter to you? I don't belong t' you!" she said, her eyes boring deep into his, letting out a throaty laugh. "You 'ave no idea what I get up to," she said.
Her little plan worked. Indeed it made Sweeney jealous but if anything it made him angrier. "Then," he hissed as his blade pushed closer to her flesh, her blood source, "That makes you a whore." Two could play at her little game and Sweeney would make sure they he'd win. In his mind Sweeney could see it all. Images of Nellie, his pet, flinging herself at men like a little rag doll that had lost all pride. "You belong to me. And, my little pet, that is that."
The way he was talking was confusing her, but she didn't dare show it; she was desperate to stay in control. "I am not a whore, Sweeney, and you bloody well know it!" she said, immediately losing what little control she had left. "You know 'ow I feel about ya, and makin' out like y' want me the way I want you ain't 'elpin!" she said, her voice raising again and her cheeks flushing. She wasn't about to let him manipulate her.
"You feel for me because, Mrs. Lovett, you're a whore." Sweeney Todd was made to be nasty and abusive. This woman needed to learn the fine line of right and wrong; and it was wrong of her to act like such a way in front of other men, husband or not. His chest heaved as she spoke. Most of the time he didn't actually listen to what she had to say for herself but today he listened well enough. "I want you do I?" A sly laugh slipped his lips; how amusing one person could be. Maybe he did want her, but only for his own personal needs.
Mrs Lovett summoned up some strength and some courage and pushed him away from her a little. "Y' don't want me, no! You're jus' tryin' t' drive me mad by makin' me think that y' do!" she exclaimed angrily. "I know bloody fine that ya couldn't give a toss about me, Mr T, so don't pretend that y' do! What the bloody 'ell is your problem?" she said, getting angrier. She was sick of Sweeney trying to control her, when usually he didn't even listen to her.
Sweeney couldn't help but laugh. She was rather amusing when she got a little tiff on. "Hmm, maybe I like getting you mad." Oh yes he could play like that too. Maybe Sweeney would take a leaf out of Nellie's book? She was a whore after all. "Maybe I find it," His mouth moved to her ear which felt cold against his touch, "intoxicating. " Pick her up before dropping her back to the floor; just how Sweeney Todd liked it. His problem was her. Nellie needed to understand that she was his from now on.
At first, Nellie could have slapped him for what he was doing to her, what he was putting her through, but she was stopped short of doing so when he moved his mouth to her ear, in a way that was undoubtedly an attempt to break her. It worked. Nellie couldn't help but let out the tiniest moan, and she tilted her head slightly as if she were about to lean in to kiss him, but before she got anywhere near it, he had moved away. "Bastard," she muttered irritably.
"Whore." Sweeney said back whilst his hand moved to run harshly through her red curls of hair. "But you are my whore, Nellie Lovett. Mine. And you better remember that or your blood will spill." Maybe that lust was growing and maybe he wanted her but in such a way that didn't pull him any closer to her. But, saying that, Sweeney Todd was starting to feel...protective over the pie maker.
"Your whore, am I?" she repeated back to him, a smirk crawling across her face. "But I thought y' didn't want me. I ain't yours until y' prove t' me that this ain't some big laugh for you," she said, her voice low, her face moving ever closer to his, almost in a game to see who would break first. "You'll never be able t' handle me," she told him with a laugh. "You couldn't even imagine what I did with all them other men!"
"I'm pretty sure I can." Sweeney all but laughed in his evil, sick way. "But," his hand gripped tightier into Nellie's hair as she moved forward like she was trying to corner prey, "let's just say I've done better with Lucy. She didn't just lift her skirts for any man that popped along with a few coins in his sorry little hands."Now his face moved in too. The smirk never left his lips.
Nellie snorted with laugher. "Lucy? I doubt that lily white fairy would 'ave let y' do 'alf the things that I would…" she said, trailing of as she dragged her nails up his thigh and stopping teasingly, as if to dare him to make a move on her. "And for the record, I never were paid," she smirked. "My reward was that I bloody loved it."
"Oh, so you are a free whore then? Well, that's even better from all those blokes then." Sweeney twitched as his flesh was touched. Her nails racked over his skin almost causing a long, lusty shiver to run up his back. He wanted her, and wanted her badly, but he was never going to let that show. Now his free hand moved from her hair to her jaw line which he held and forced her to look up to him. "And you've no idea what me and Lucy did, Mrs. Lovett. So don't bother treading on that."
"I don't want t' know, Mr T, I never were that fond o' your precious Lucy, I 'ave no interest in what she did with y'," she said, slightly bitterly. Nellie had hated Lucy for as long as she had known her. "What I am interested in, 'owever," she said, moving in so close that their noses and foreheads were touching, "is what a man like you could do with a whore like me," she she said, her voice huskier than usual, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.
She could play well. So this was how she got men into her bed with ease. "A man like me?" Sweeney couldn't help but scoff. A man like Sweeny could rip out a little pie makers throat without a second thought. Now his hand moved again to her throat which, for the moment, he held gently in his fingers. The contact between them was getting too much for him. Anger still flooded his body and he wanted nothing else then to kill her. Yet, he wanted to protect her, in some ways. "A man like me, Mrs. Lovett, would tear you up. Piece by piece."
"So do it then," she said, her grin not faltering. "Y' can't can y'? Y' couldn't do that t' me, because if y' did, then you wouldn't get what I know you're after," she said, so close that her hot breath danced across his lips. "And what y' know that I'm desperate t' give y'" she said. "Jus' do it. Kiss me. What 'ave y' got t' lose?" she said, knowing it was getting more and more impossible for him to restrain himself.
That was it. He had enough of her teasing. This was getting too much for Sweeney and there was no way he'd be put in his place by her. Nellie was thrown to the floor of the pie shop with a crash. Now Sweeney could stand over her and make himself look tall and in power. "You want me to kiss you? Oh please, God knows how many men have been near those lips."
As Sweeney threw her to the floor, she laughed in disbelief; he was completely out of control now, all because of her. "Oh, no doubt many men have kissed me," she said nonchalantly. "But I know that y' don't really care, and right now, that's all y' want t' do. Y' got me where y' want me, I'm practically lyin' beneath y' and if I ain't mistaken, it ain't gonna be the only time t'night that 'appens…" She couldn't help it. It had to be said. Nellie was completely in control of him now, and she knew it.
Now Sweeney wanted her. His body was pumping with lust and adrenaline. What she said was true. Sweeney wanted to have her again and again on that cold hard floor that she lay on. Even now her body looked inviting. Automatically, at her lasts words, Sweeney crawled over the top of her. "Doesn't change a thing about you being a whore, Mrs. Lovett." With something crossed between a snigger and a hiss his lips moved close to hers. "And that means I'll have to treat you like one."
"I've been treated like a whore by men worse than you, I'm sure I can 'andle it," she smirked, trying to keep her cool, but the way that her chest was heaving , she knew that she wouldn't be able to much longer. The man she had lusted and fantasised over for years was on top of her in a way that could never be mistaken as innocent; how was she supposed to remain calm? "Jus' exactly what does Sweeney Todd do with a dirty whore then? I'd love t' find out…" she said, her voice reduced to almost a mutter.
Without another word Sweeney's blade was against Nellie's throat. Since he had come back from Australia his razor was pushed to the pie makers pale neck in one way or another but now he done it to hide his shame. There was no way on earth that he would look little next to her so, with a weapon in his hand, Sweeney could try to claw his way back up to the top. "Hmm, what would I do? Well," As his silver friend pushed a little more into Nellie's throat the other pointed to her corset, "I'd tell you to take that off now, whore, or else blood will start to drop down onto that nice clean floor of yours."
Almost instantaneously, and without uttering a word, Nellie arched up, reaching underneath herself to untie and loosen the laces on her corset, pushing her body purposefully hard against Sweeney's. She untied and unclipped her corset, before taking it off and tossing it aside carelessly. "What would Mr T tell 'is whore t' do next?" she said, in mock bewilderment, enjoying the game that she was playing with him.
Now the smirk was dancing on Sweeney's lips as he looked down to her chest. It was heaving slightly, a plus for Sweeney. Nellie couldn't keep this up forever. Soon enough it would be she who would be begging and trashing around on the floor like the real, whore, slut, she was. The blade now moved over to her collar bone and lightly nicked the skin. "I'd tell you to slowly pull those skirts off. So, get on with it little Nellie whore."
Every part of the baker's body was now aching for him to stop teasing and take her, but she was determined not to let him win. She obeyed his instruction, removing her skirts slowly as instructed, but with ease, taking care to push every inch of her curvy form hard against him to try and break him. "You ain't goin' t' win," she muttered to him, her eyes glaring into his.
"Oh really?" purred Sweeney as he leant over her a little more, gripped her hair tightly before snapping her head back. There was not a chance in hell that a simple pie maker would win over Sweeney Todd. As long as this razor was in his hand he would be immortal. "I think that you are wrong, Nellie. You know deep down, that soon enough your little body will snap and thrash around for me. You can't hold it back. You need it...Me." His eyes flicked over her pale form. Yes, maybe she was a little beautiful but that didn't take away the fact that she was a whore and would remain one. Sweeney narrowed his eyes in thought. She was his, right? Now, his free hand moved from her hair to slip down her sides to her hips which he held tightly in his grip. "Say it. Say you need me. Say it, whore!"
As he grabbed her roughly, she let out another moan, which she hoped he thought was in pain rather than in pleasure, which in fact was the truth. She wasn't going to give in that easily though, he could threaten her as much as he liked, she was determined not to break. Nellie moved her knee slowly so that it was between his legs; she could already feel how hard he was for her through his trousers. She smirked. "Say I need you? Funny, cause that feels more like you're already desperate for me," she said, seeing him flinch slightly as she moved her knee on him a little. "You're nothin' better than me, you're just as desperate as I am."
"Says you who is close to being fully naked." He couldn't help but laugh to himself as his eyes flicked over her body once more. "If you are not that needy then why, tell me, have you stripped down to practically nothing? Surely you are gagging for it." With a clang his blade dropped to the floor allowing his free hand to wrap tightly around her neck. Sweeney wanted her to stop breathing, he wanted to stop her heart but deep down he couldn't kill what was truly his. As Nellie's knee came into contact with the flesh that was trapped in his trousers Sweeney found himself having to hold back a moan. Damn it. Damn her! "Take the undergarments off."
Without another word, Nellie removed her undergarments painfully slowly, still not wanting to fully co-operate with him. "You're more desperate than me," she said,a smirk upon her face as she now lay beneath him, completely naked. "Cause I ain't the one that's got that," she said as she kneed him quite gently in the crotch, "in me pants…" She slid her hand down slowly and unzipped his trousers, doing nothing else. "You already think I'm a whore though. I might as well act like one."
"Stop doing that." snapped Sweeney before he used all his energy to flip Nellie around so she lay on her stomach against the cold floor. His hand locked her arms behind her back and twisted them in a rough fashion. Now he could get a proper look. Nellie's back was perfect. Skin so pale. Long and slender flesh. Yes, perfect. And all of it was his. "You mean nothing," his words were spat at her at her back, "nothing to me. Start understanding that." The bulge in his trousers was growing and it needed taking care of. With nothing but a grunt he tugged down the material and pressed his bare legs against Nellie's legs. True he needed her but he wouldn't move till Nellie broke down.
The way he pushed her over shocked her, but she would have been lying if she said that she didn't like the way he was treating her. It did hurt her a little when he told her that she meant nothing to him, but she didn't show it; she couldn't show weakness now. As she felt his cold, bare legs against hers; and that wasn't all she could feel. She pushed back against him a little, against his arousal, losing control slightly, and inwardly being angry at herself. She knew he would notice, and most certainly use it against her, no doubt in his proof that she was a whore.
"Told you." Whispered Sweeney as he leant over her a little more and kept a firm grip of her locked arms. "Mrs. Lovett needs it. The little whore needs to be fucked." Sweeney was always right and he always got him own way. At this moment he wanted to drive into her and tear her up from the inside out though saying that he would wait till she snapped and begged but even he, the killer barber, was finding it hard to hold back for any longer.
She knew that what he had said was right; at that moment in time, Nellie couldn't care less what he called her. All she wanted was for him to take her in any way he wanted. Any woman would have to be crazy not to; he may not have been the well kept, mild mannered man like Benjamin Barker had been, but Nellie found Sweeney Todd more attractive. And to have him leaning over her in such a way was almost too much to bear, but she was never going to give in; she wanted him to want her. "I don't need nothin'… I can walk away from 'ere quite easily… but it don't feel like you can…" she said, pushing back even more, feeling him become even harder.
With a groan Sweeney felt his stomach twist. He had broken down; snapped in two. Nellie Lovett had beaten him in this little game and the throb between his legs wasn't helping at all. Now he could focus on taking her like the whore she was. Sweeney let go on her trapped arms before moving her roughly onto her back once more. Her face had to been seen when he fucked her; Sweeney needed to see the pleasure, the need, in the little whores' expression. Nothing but his breathing could be heard as he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself between her thighs. Heat was dripping from her flesh in a way that sent a shiver down Sweeney's back. His whore. His. "One day," he snarled into her pretty little face, "I'll rip your throat open and empty all the blood onto this cold, hard floor." And, with that, Sweeney gripped her hips and slammed himself deep into her hot core.
As soon as he moved her onto her back again, she new immediately that she had won. As he parted her legs and positioned himself, Nellie groaned a little in anticipation at what she had absolutely no doubt was about to happen. She let her eyes roam over him; she had of course imagined and fantasized about such a scenario many times, but nothing could have prepared her for the real thing, a hundred times better than anything her imagination could create. She didn't even care when he threatened her, all she knew was at that moment, she needed him within her more than anything else. As he pushed himself roughly and deeply into her, she was broken, she had to give up the game she was playing; with a long, loud moan, she vowed to show Sweeney Todd just how much of a whore she could be.
Once inside of her Sweeney stilled himself. He wanted to look her over, see the expression on her face. As she moaned Sweeney twitched. Not only could she turn him on with her body but now it seemed her sounds of pleasure, which buried deep within his ears, had caused him to jut with delight. Fifteen years without a woman seemed too long for Sweeney Todd and now he had one, a whore, he could use it to his best advantage. The pleasure and the view of her naked form that called to him in such a lusty way caused him to start roughly moving his hips back and forth. Of course he didn't care for her pleasure, why on earth should he? This item of his done what it was told whether she liked it or not. Sweeney didn't care.
She couldn't stop herself from moaning loudly each time he thrusted roughly into her; she knew he wouldn't be trying to give her any pleasure, but he was nonetheless giving it to her, intentionally or not. She automatically pushed her hips wider to let him closer to her, and before she knew what she was doing, had wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her, her lips crashing to his in uninhibited passion. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as their hips continued to move together, her feelings heightening with each movement; she was giving everything to him. She was absolutely and completely in love with Sweeney Todd.
He didn't mean to kiss her back. No, that was completely wrong of him to do so but, in some ways he needed to show her, needed to put words into action that she belonged to him. No other man, no other person would be able to touch her, not anymore, and if they did their little necks would be slashed open. Sweeney's lips crushed into hers and his tongue darted around her mouth. It had been a while since a woman had been underneath him in such a way. Now his pace quickened as he pounded in and out of her. The whore felt so good wrapped around him as they moved together. How he'd take her, make her scream like a good little whore. He, Sweeney Todd, would take over her, body and soul, to make her his for good.
She didn't know what had made her do what she did next. She probably never would know. She writhed around beneath him on the floor, her moans turning to screams as their movements intensified. She could feel waves of pleasure coursing through her body, in a way that had never occurred before, with any other man. No doubt she would have difficulty walking and be in intense pain afterwards judging by the way he was slamming himself within her, but at that moment she didn't care, she was too far gone to even think about it. And that's when it happened. She couldn't stop herself. It just came out, half muttered, half moaned, but it was audible all the same; "I love you." This wasn't a game anymore.
A long grunt slipped from Sweeney as he drove in harder than before. Pleasure crashed around his body which had been worn from years of work in the prison. It felt odd to be joined with a woman in such a way. The last woman he was with he had married and had a beautiful daughter with. Their love making was soft, gentle and filled with love. It meant something. Now here he was, with Nellie Lovett. There was no gentleness, no care nor any sort of thought. Sweeney would just take her and leave. Take her and throw her to one side till she came crawling back for more. As she spoke Sweeney felt the hairs on his back stand up on end. So, a whore was in love with him? Still he moved into her wet flesh as if it would be the last shag he'd ever get. He didn't want to hear what she had to say. Nothing would come of it, Sweeney Todd couldn't love and even if he could there was no way he'd allow it. His heart would not be given to a whore; it remained with Lucy.
Nellie knew he would ignore her. She didn't care; at least that way she could pretend it never happened. For now, she could fuck him mindlessly, not having to worry about consequences. Nellie felt a sharp pain within her suddenly, and a glance down showed her that she had started to bleed a little, no doubt as a result of him pounding into her so deeply and roughly. She smirked; there was no way that the barber would be able to resist the red rubies seeping across her ivory skin. "Fuckin' hell, Sweeney," she muttered, the smirk still spread across her face, her moans beginning to grow louder again as she could feel him sliding in and out of her dripping core. Nellie really was starting to behave like the slut he believed she was.
His eyes trailed down her body as they moved. Her muscles were flexing and twitching as he pounded in and out of her. Sweat beads formed on the both of them as they kept up the quick and sharp pace. Sweeney wanted her to scream out his name and scream it with a meaning. True he didn't love her but that wouldn't stop him from taking her to be his. Maybe he was a little obsessive over her; it wasn't like she cared. Now his eyes were looking between her legs as he watched them moving together in time. It was then it caught his black pooling eyes. Red. Blood. It always seemed to make Sweeney froth at the mouth. It had to be everywhere! All over the floorboard and the walls. Everywhere. Groan after groan left his vile mouth as he felt the pleasure building, as he felt her warm blood against his own hot, sticky flesh.
Nellie could tell that Sweeney was being pushed closer and closer to his edge by the way that he was beginning to groan as he moved within her. She too could feel herself close to her climax already; it had been a long time since she'd had such satisfying, pleasurable sex, and trying to make it last when she was so desperate just wasn't an option. She could feel the muscles within her beginning to twitch, starting to tighten around him inside of her, no doubt giving Sweeney powerful waves of pleasure as she did so. Her moans grew louder, turning to screams until eventually she was screaming his name over and over, grabbing onto his muscular upper arms, her nails digging in tightly as their pace quickened even more. She had never felt anything like this in her life.
So it seemed the whore was near to going over board as well. Every moment, ever bit of pain that she gave to him just drove him wild. Sweeney was an animal; and he would live up to that the best he could. Now he was finding it hard to drive into her as her walls contracted around him and soon enough Sweeney Todd was fighting to get into the whore's hot centre with each thrust he gave. As she screamed and yelled out his name the barber knew that he was no winning. All along he had needed him, needed his body to fill out her lusty needs and now here he was, giving it to her. He had won.
She realised by the way that Sweeney had started pushing into her that he had become more confident, realising that she had broken, and that he had won. She didn't care anymore. Sweeney had her completely under his control, whatever he wanted her to do she would; that was the effect he had on her. As his thrusts became harder, and admittedly more painful, her back was pushed against the cold hard floor, scratching up her ivory skin, making her scream all the more desperately and loudly for him. She was behaving more and more like the slut he thought she was, but she didn't care. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, partly to intensify their passion and partly to ensure that he didn't withdraw from her before she could climax. Albert used to do that to her; she wasn't about to let Sweeney do the same.
Now Sweeney could show her who was boss. As he pounded deep within her, his pleasure growing by the second, his mind flicked to what he could actually do with her. She had to see the rules. She belonged to Sweeney. Nellie was now part of Sweeney's treasures; just like his beloved razors. How he loved seeing the little whore like this. His name spilled so perfectly from her blood red lips as their hips rocked in perfect sync. "Say it, Mrs. Lovett." He snarled as he drive closer and closer to the end; his blissful climax. "Say that you are mine! Tell me, Mrs. Lovett." Blood pumped through his veins as their hips smashed together in such an amazing way.
At that moment, Nellie would have done anything for him. She pulled him to her again, her lips crashing to his violently, her tongue entwining around his, letting out several long moans into his mouth, before pulling away, obeying his demands. "I'm yours Sweeney! I ain't nobody else's, I never want t' be! I'll always be yours!" she said, before finally giving into the feelings coursing through her. She felt the muscles inside her contract fully around him inside of her, and she gave a huge, long moan, before screaming his name over and over. Sweeney Todd had done it. He had completely beaten Nellie Lovett at their game.
Sweeney couldn't help but laugh in triumph. His eyes catch her with an evil, wicked glint. So that was it, now he fully owned the little whore. No one else would touch her; no one else would even dare to look on her in such a way. His pet. His pie maker. His body shook and pulsed as he felt the start of his climax. Oddly it caused his to lean down and kiss roughly at her long pale neck. He had always taken a liking to it. Firstly, if she did ever disobey him, it would be the first easy place to put his silver razor and also it looked almost beautiful. The skin called for him, it just had to be attacked by his harsh lips and teeth. It was then he groaned out loud and slammed his hips harder and faster into Nellie Lovett as pleasure took over his body. He'd never had a climax like this before; not even with his own darling Lucy.
Nellie could tell Sweeney had reached his climax by the sounds he was making, and eventually, she felt him empty himself deep inside of her as he kissed and bit harshly at her neck. Their hips continued to meet roughly and harshly until the end of his climax, until he eventually collapsed on top of her, both of them almost unable to breathe and covered in sweat. Nellie didn't know what to say, although, even breathing was a problem at the moment, never mind talking. Although she was very aware of what they had just done, she already almost couldn't believe it. She was now more in love with Sweeney than she had ever been.
As he laid there, his body on top of hers, Sweeney thought. What had he done? He'd turned around and taken a whore, Nellie Lovett, on the cold hard floor without a second thought. The whole of his tired body twitched and shook with pleasure and excitement. It had most definitely been a long time but that didn't pull him away from the fact that he has just shagged a whore. After a while his breathing leveled out giving him the chance to pull off her to tie up his trousers whilst he rooted around for his razor.
As he got up off of her, Nellie couldn't move. She was still trying to steady her breathing, and was still completely in shock at what they had just done. She had been in love with Sweeney for as long as she could remember, even back when he was Benjamin Barker. At first, she thought that making love to him would mean that he would love her. But what they had done wasn't making love. It was a mindless fuck that mattered nothing to him at all. It dawned on her that things would be worse than ever now; she'd had a taste of something she couldn't have and that hurt more than anything. As she lay on the cold, hard floor of her shop, a tear ran down her cheek. What had she done?
Sweeney's eyes caught hers a few times as he snatched up his razor, tucked it into his belt and stood up over Nellie. Though he didn't feel anything thing for her, well at least he didn't think he did, Sweeney never wanted her to touch anyone else. It seemed that his body pumped with more lust then before. Now he had seen her like this he wanted it over and over again. Her body was becoming his obsession and Sweeney would take it whenever he wanted to do so. He made his request clear and simple; if Nellie Lovett didn't follow it then all hell would break loose. "Come up to the shop. After it's shut."
Nellie looked up at him, her brown eyes wide, her makeup slightly smudged around the edges. She had no idea why he wanted her to go to his shop that night but she knew that no matter what happened, she would definitely be there to find out. "I'll be there, love. Don't worry." She said, before getting up slowly and re-dressing herself, groaning a little; between her legs and her abdomen completely ached, but she didn't care. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure that she had got out of it.
With a quick and blunt nod he turned and left the shop. His stomach turned at the fact he'd taken her in such a way. He wouldn't fall for her, his mind was made on that part, but she was most defiantly in love with him. Sweeney could tell; it was all in her soft brown eyes. She looked to him in the same way Lucy had done all those years ago. The pie shop door slammed behind him and a loud sigh left him mouth. He wanted her again but he would have to wait; slitting open innocent throats came before lust and pleasure. As he turned, and headed up the stairs to his shop, a man, a customer followed him up. Brilliant, just what he needed, more delight.