Chapter 3: All is far in love and war. Part one.
His startled scream echoes though the room as I jerk him to his feet. It's a scrumptious look, the pure terror, the unbridled anger. It makes my mouth water, licking my lips I throw him against the wall. My hand grabs his wrists pinning them, as my lips find his ear. Tongue teasing it slightly, "Times up Jack." you whine and plead but I can no longer stop myself from touching you. Your skin is cool, it parts easy as pie under my teeth. It's your blood though that's icy, cold enough to singe my tongue; but not icy enough to make me stop. Your squirming now, babbling incoherent words of deals and promises. I laugh against your ear, holding my tongue to the fresh wounds. I let icy droplets scorch my tongue; before I pull back.
Oh the look on your face upon seeing your own rich blood on my lips is priceless. "We are going to have fun, you and I." I mutter as I press his lips to mine. He jerks and twists but it doesn't matter, it only feeds the darkness pooling its oily heat in my stomach. Your lips are amazing, smooth and full of life. I curse as you bite my tongue as I try to press it into your mouth. I turn my head to spit saliva and blood onto the floor. "Now now Jack, it's just a kiss. No need to be so rude." I tear my nails into your jaw, jamming fingertips into the joint until pain flashes across your face.
You try to turn your head away from me, but my nails prove to be the last straw. They dig and tear at the sensitive flesh of your chin, blunt and unforgiving. I pull your forward until your body is flush against mine, until your frosty chill makes me shiver. I kiss you again this time your mouth opens under mine. I can't believe the taste of it, the pure innocence is a drug. I weave and twist my tongue tasting ever inch of it. Your whine in protest is cut off when I push a thigh between yours. It makes me smile against your lips. I withdraw my tongue stopping to suck on your bottom lip, before biting down until your scream rings in my ears.
It isn't long before I am panting, hands roaming over ever inch of you. You who is to afraid to move, to afraid to even let a sob pass your lips. My hands push you shirt up baring more flawless flesh, I can not help but scratch my finger nails over your stomach. Shaking with more than need; but with anger. How dare you be so unmarked, so perfect... I shake my head leaning down to lap at the blood welling up from the gouges. I mutter an apology against your twitching stomach, my hands slide up as I slide down to my knees. My nose brushes against your navel as I nuzzle the soft flesh; pressing small kisses until I reach one slender hip. You tremble against my mouth as I taste you tongue sliding over the arch of your hip, teeth nipping hard enough to leave marks; but never to break the skin.
My mind races, before the light bulb clicks, I quickly switch my train of thought. It would be easy to break him, make him bleed and beg to die; but to make him want it...that would be the ultimate win. To force him to submit to me, to get on his knees when I had the whim would be the simply delicious. I lighten my touches, tongue and lips ghosting over his stomach, hands teasing and pressing ever so lightly. I can feel the muscles jump at ever falsely light caress, at every barely there nip.
"P-Please stop this..I don't, you can't..."
His voice is tight and it makes me smile, it is small and trembling. I tilt my head back, making sure to lower my eyelids just enough to convey my message of want and need. It isn't lost on him, even with all his innocence. I watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips, his body is vibrating with so many emotions. "What can't I do?" I ask as I slide my hands up, fingers brushing one small pale nipple. I rub the pad of my thumb over it until it hardens, until my mouth is watering. I pinch it slightly, letting my nails nip as if they were the teeth I desired to pierce that small, delicate nub of flesh with. Tiny drips of blood hypnotize me as they trickle down his stomach. It is my turn to whine, tongue trembling as I catch them, pupils dilating with lust.
"N-no I can't...don't..."
His words fall on deaf ear as lips push against his nipple, tongue flat against it rubbing. I jerk in surprise when his hands fall on my shoulders. He is hanging on me as I lavish the flesh in my mouth, any words of protest he has die. Die like the innocence I am going to enjoy stealing. Perish as I lie to him, promise him pleasure beyond any he will ever want again. I promise him all these things and he is nodding and eating them up. I slip back to my knees, "Do you know what I am going to do to you Jack?"
