Bel stirred, a faint bubbling in his throat that you knew he would never
let you hear if he was awake. You were surprised that he hadn't woken up yet
from your ministrations, he was a light sleeper. But then again, you weren't a
part of the mafia for nothing, but it was boring doing this by yourself, you
grinned, it was about time that he woke up.
Your hand wrapped firmly around the cock you'd been lavishing your
attention on and gave it a solid pump, and then another. Beneath all of that
golden hair, his eyes flew open and for a moment he looked bewildered as if he
was trying to find the source causing the pounding ache between his legs, and
then his gaze narrowed on you. His body lurched as if to lunge at you, and you
received a snarl when he realised his restraints.
"Wench. Take these off."
"Don't be like that darling." You coo'd, a hand reaching
forward to stroke his cheek and pulling back before he could snatch a bite at
your fingers. His hips bucked, hands and feet pulled, his whole body thrashed
underneath where you straddled him as he tried to escape, but again, you
weren't a Vongola agent for nothing.
His hands and feet were secured to the bedposts of his lavish bed,
leaving him naked and spread-eagled to your greedy eyes. Slowly, you lowered
your lips to place a light kiss at the crescent birthmark near his hips,
flicking your eyes back up to see him watching you. It was twisted really, that
his murderous expression turned you on so much, but what could you say, dating
'the prince' took a lot of your sanity.
You shuffled down his legs, timing a pull on his cock to counter his
escape attempt.
"You seem to really
like this Bel~" you hummed against the side of his cock, running your
tongue to the tip and smearing the pre-cum, then taking him deep into your
throat, flaring your nostrils to breathe around him, knowing he loved the sight
of you swallowing his cock. Your hands were plastered against his hips but even
that couldn't stop the vicious thrust that made you cough and splutter as you
released him. Bel had that grin on his face again, having gained some control
from his submissive placement.
Fine, if that's how he wanted it. You'd been planning on giving him a
blow first, to ease him in to your plan but fuck it. He was being
difficult.
You stood from the bed and turned away from the sight of your deranged
lover. You twisted your top over your head and dropped your shorts to the
ground. You wore nothing under them, and you knew Bel watching you from
behind.
It was a talk with Lussuria that had given you the idea, he'd told you
about the fight between the bel and the storm guardian for the vongola ring,
and it'd got your mind thinking.
You reached the table where you'd dumped all of Bel's clothes, and gently
picked up one of his knives.
"Shishishi, what are you planning to do with that?" Bel had
apparently gotten his sense of humour back, but you knew it wouldn't last
long. You walked back and straddled him again, pressing your heat against
his straining cock and almost sinking yourself on it for some relief. You
smirked at him, and lightly skimmed the knife along his jaw as you leaned down
to kiss him. Despite his strange lack of complaining so far, his lips showed
his frustration as they bit and nipped at yours. You felt a familiar sting of
your skin breaking, and then he pulled on your lower lip and sucked at
it.
You wrenched yourself away placing the knife flat across his lips to
stop him from speaking, and partly to cover the droplets of your blood clinging
to his lips that somehow made it so erotic.
"Stop it Bel." As firmly as you could, "you're ruining my
surprise."
"Shishishi, but you're getting wetter by the second." He
bucked his hips against yours to prove his point, and then his tongue flicked
out against the blade and you almost untied him then and there.
Grinding your hips down you regained your edge, watching his jaw clench
to stop whatever sound wanted to come out. Drawing the knife slowly down to his
chest, you looked at his face and made a quick slice against his skin.
The knives were sharper than you anticipated, of course they were, they
were Bel's, so the even though the cut was clean and relatively shallow, the
blood bubbled to the surface and spread over his pale skin. Almost tempting
fate, you raised the knife to his eye level, watching his eyes zero in on the
drops of his blood dripping back to his chest. Almost in a trance, he watched
as you lowered the knife once again and sliced against his abdomen.
You watched as his darkened eyes scrunched closed for a second, and his
breathing quickened, he was so hard beneath you, so painfully turned on by the
sight of his own blood, and the sight of his eyes when they snapped open sent
that delicious shiver of fear down your spine, and you knew you'd awoken
something dangerous in the man, something that definitely shouldn't turn you on
as much as it was.
Your hips ground powerfully on to his, and his body flexed and bent as
if only then remembering his original problem. And god did you feel powerful,
watching him twist and writhe beneath you, high on his bloodlust. You were so
intent on watching him that you didn't realise the proximity of his hand to
yours as you braced yourself on the headboard. His hand snatched up, wrenching
the knife from your fingers and cut himself free. He twisted you over, and you
lay on your back for a haphazard breath as he cut his legs free, and then he
was atop you, smirking down at you.
"Shishishi, you didn't think you could actually overpower the
prince did you?" His voice was dark, like twisted iron, and you weren't
ready when he thrust into you. His body shuddered, as if soaking in relief at
your tight heat. And then he was pounding relentlessly, his fingers tight
around your wrists, holding them above your head. Your legs coiled around his slim
hips, lifting your own to allow him deeper, always deeper.
"Ahh, Bel-mmph-"
Your moan was muffled as his lips crashed against yours, sucking at your
bloody lip while his hips continued with such abandon. He pulled back to admire
his handiwork, your lips were swollen and bloody and your eyes looking at him
like that, angry that he'd taken your control, yet so needy. A chaotic mix of
fury and submission that set his blood burning.
Your breasts were red, one nipple coated in blood from where he'd
pressed his chest, and the sight of his blood on you, he couldn't stop himself
from swooping down and lapping it up. His tongue twisted around you, his mouth
sucking to bring your own blood to the surface, watching your body arch as you
pressed your breasts shamelessly into the air, closer to his mouth begging for
more.
"Wench" he
muttered gleefully, biting roughly at your nipple again as he drew a hand back
from your wrists, still holding them firmly in his remaining hand. He wiped it
along the still-bleeding cut on his chest and smeared it along your other breast,
pinching the hard nub at your peak.
Your moans were lost to him, you knew that. He was to focused on fucking
your brains out and painting your skin with his own blood to care about what
you was feeling, but your every nerve was alive and sparking with his pounding
thrusts, each crash of your hips sent you higher. The slim fingers that pinched
at you, the lips that were once again moulded against yours, it all had your
body arching and legs tightening as you neared your release.
"Ah I'm-"
Your moan was smothered by his mouth as he ravaged your lips, his tongue
pushing into your mouth and coaxing yours. You knew what he wanted, but god you
wanted it too. Your tongue followed his back, until his teeth secured around
it, biting it and sucking at the pinpricks of blood.
He released you as your walls tightened around him, almost feeling his
own end as your voice called out his name, feeling your orgasm rip through you
again and again as his hips kept thrusting until he sheathed himself inside you
one final time and joined you.
Your breathing was heavy as you gulped down air, looking up at the man
above you. You were unsure of the repercussions of your actions, you had just
made the prince bleed, people who did that usually ended up dead.
If Bel noticed your train of thought he said nothing, his eyes trained
on your lower abdomen where his other cut had bled fully and smeared all over
you. His grin back in place, he swirled his finger through it in patterns
before sitting back and admiring his handiwork.
Your muscles protesting,
you raised yourself to look, and chuckled when you saw that he'd written his
own name in the smear, like a child claiming his property.
You sat up, figuring you should probably take a shower, but Bel had
other plans. His hand wrapped around your throat and forced you back to the
sheets.
"Shishishi, you don't think that was it do you? You've committed a
serious crime."
There it was, you knew his sadistic twisted mind was in there somewhere.
As he looked at his name on you, you felt his cock harden. The hand that wasn't
on your throat was reaching for the knife he'd tossed aside. Somehow, after
your experience on top, your blood burned hotter at the sight of the
knife.
Oh god, you'd become just
as deranged as him.
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