“Fuck me please, fuck me”, her voice  a barely audible whisper. Breathing ragged, her hips bucking desperatley seeking the source of pleasure she hungrily craved. She loathed asking, and she was well aware he would make her beg.

“No not yet”, he mused with a smirk. The blade continued to travel down her damp skin, the beads of sweat beginning to form. It was ice cold on her skin, the blade leaving trail of pink lines across her breasts. He admired the surfacing welts and mused at the delight she would have admiring it when he had finished.

He rolled her over and secured her wrists and ankles into the leather restraints. “Stay still, very still pet and shut the fuck up”, he knew this was something she had been wanting to explore and he was about to bring her fantasy to fruition. He placed the knife on the table and lent over to retrieve something else. A fine scalpel emerged from its package. The blade glistened against the candlelight, reflecting in the gleam of his eye.

Her breathing quickened, lips quivered in anticipation. Steeling herself for the first touch of the blade. A wave of pain shattered her silent mind, washing over her and causing her cunt to twitch. His finger forcing itself between her lips, the metallic taste of her own blood, for some reason she liked the taste, wanted more.

He continued to form the lines and create his masterpiece. A wolf’s paw, claws and marks, it almost looked real, as if it would jump out of her skin and trace it’s welts across his own flesh. Her whimpers and moans as he continued his assault brought a desire from deep within to ravage her senseless.

When he was done he was going to flip his little whore over and fuck her brains out. Every now and then he would pause to taste her and then watch her as she greedily sucked his finger clean. In between cuts he would tease her clit, watch his fingers disappear into her warmth and watch her writhe and push herself on his roving fingers. Switching between pleasure and pain, watching her slip further into the place she so loved to go.

Bonded. Claimed. Marked.

Finally he was done.

A husky voice, hot breath in her ear pulled her back from the void she had been floating in. “Mine” he grumbled, his nails digging into her sides and roughly rolling her over. She yelped as sharp pain coarsed through her, the fresh cuts screaming from being disturbed against the roughness of the material clawing her back as he dove into her, one hand holding a fistful of her hair, the other ravaging her nipples with pinchs and clawing. Thrusting deeply, her cries slicing the silence.

Now it was his turn to ride the high, to join her.

Rabid, violent fucking.

Animal lust.