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- but here is the next chapter.
Cato quickly jerked his head back in order to remove his lobe out of her mouth so he could get a grip on his feelings and thoughts, before realising that like so many moments in their life together words were no longer necessary. Instead he chose to look down at her heaving breasts confined in the black lace bra, and grind against her centre giving her the friction that he knew from experience and past tense, that she so desperately craved and chuckled darkly at the thoughts swirling in his mind before telling her 'Kitten... He never stood a chance. you know he won't fuck you, cut you, or make you scream like I can. He doesn't know you like it rough, but prefer to fuck in a soft bed, and he certainly doesn't know that as much as a domineering little bitch you are in life or in battle.. That nothing makes you come harder than being completely, and utterly at my mercy. He then looked her in the eye refusing to back down and determined to win the upper hand, while running his hand up and down her thigh extracting the small knife from the lace of her stockings.
He managed to tear the knife free from it's lacy prison with a swift tug, and was rewarded with a ripped stocking, a small gasp, and a tiny gash on Clove's leg. Looking down and seeing the small trickle of blood mingle with the combination of lace, stocking and skin was enough to send any self control he had previously clung onto (quite admirably he might add) down the drain, he spun away from the wall he had propped Clove against in the burst of his rage, and proceeded to quite literally throw her onto the bed where she fell in a graceful manner, her hair splayed around her. The dark tresses a dramatic contrast with the white bedclothes, and with her legs spread apart. But before she had a chance to get up and run, scream or throw anything he crawled on top of her ripping off his singlet and coming to a rest between her splayed legs.
She stared up at him, not saying anything but with her eyes fixed upon the small knife he had held into his hand with an almost lustful look, and in that moment he knew, at least for tonight that he had won. That she wouldn't be going to Marvel's room that night.
He traced the knife up the stockings until he reached where they connected with the garter belt and sliced through them, allowing the stockings to fall around her ankles, and the strings of the garter to hang uselessly on her thighs before he continued dragging the knife up higher pressing the blunt side of the blade until the belt was completely cut off her body and lay on the mattress underneath her.
Taking his hand and the knife down lower, he then swept the knife across the crotch of her underwear and noticed with a perverted pleasure they were completely soaked through, and couldn't resist purring to her 'I'm sure this wasn't brought on by thoughts of Marvel, now was it Kitten?' smirking as Clove's only response was a breathy 'Fuck You' before throwing her head back and letting out a shuddering moan as the knife cut away her panties leaving her exposed to the air and Cato's appreciative gaze.
He gently ran a finger of the hand not occupied by the knife along her slit, making her buck into his hand trying desperately to get the touch she needed, but he refused to give her until she completely surrendered. Taunting her Cato moved his hand away from her folds, once his hand was lubricated and instead choose to stroke himself lazily moving to the end of the bed, while gazing at her form still splayed out in the postion he had thrown her in. While her eyes were set on his hand and member with the hungry expression of a District 12 Citizen faced with a Capitol banquet behind a cage.
Clove raised herself off the bed and almost crawled towards him gazing up at imploringly like she was in a trance, with any thoughts of Marvel or the District One room clearly evaporated from her head. He knew automatically what she wanted, as he had seen the expression in her eyes many times before, and he knew he had made the same expression to her more than once as well, and he noted with a brief nod of self satisfaction that it wouldn't be too long before she started begging him.
He continued his idle stroking, while inside all he wanted to do was desperately start thrusting savagely into Clove instead, and to make her scream his name for the Capitol and especially Dickhead.. Sorry. Marvel to hear and so they and him would know that Clove was his, and no-one else's.
Clove knelt infront of him, her hands inching up his legs, her nails digging in, starting to draw hints of blood, before he grabbed the long hair at the back of her neck and jerked her head up so her eyes were forced to meet his, the knife he had before, now lying abandoned on the floor and letting his other hand previously occupied, snake around her waist undoing the bra, and letting her final barrier fall to the side of the bed to join the knife.
He briefly ducked his head down, his tounge swirling across her breast and letting his teeth scrape along a hardened nipple making her give a gentle mewing sound of pleasure and to press against him, her body's way of asking for more.
Instead he detached himself from her breasts and looked up to face her again, after hearing her moan of disappointed and chaisted her 'You are mine, Kitten. No-one else's. I'm not sharing with Marvel. You know I don't like to share with others. Especially not when it comes to you' which made him think back briefly on all those boys in the training centre were stupid and that had tried to get his Clove. Even after she rejected them, and he had secretly threatened them without Clove knowing of course..
He traced the large jagged 'C' on her hip breaking him from his stupor and continued 'See this?' He traced the 'C' again, this time for Clove's benefit. 'This is mine. It shows ME that you are mine. It shows everyone that you are mine, and I don't want you to to forget it either, Luxury boy won't give you what I can, he can't give you this. Can he?' He then traced an intricate small carving on his own hip that read 'Clove' in perfect almost cursive lettering and forced her to look at it.
'And this..' he said before leaning in closer to her and pressing his lips against the spot in her neck that he knew worked everytime on her, and continued to whisper against her skin 'and this shows me. and you. That I am yours'
- So Cato kind of gave his reasons.. and it turned out to be a bit more graphic.. and not quite what I had planned.. But now I've got to figure out if to continue or not. Clove was suprisingly quiet in this one, so I should make the next one about her being a sarcastic bitch again.. If there is a next one! Seriously. freaking writers block. Then I get ideas at like midnight.. When I'm up at like 7 for work every day. ehhh!
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