She has been dreaming of him of late, not being able to remove him from her mind.  Not being able to get the idea of the taste of his blood lingering against her tongue. She closes her eyes, to remember the visions of her dreams.  The intensity, the force, the excitement.  She becomes hot, and opens her eyes to see him again, in the flesh. He is now licking the blade he holds in his hand… Licking away his own blood.  And she squirms with the desire to be the one licking the blade, she whimpers, looking with yearning at him… He hears her whimpers and almost hears her wants. He looks to her.  Grinning at her sadistically. He moves to her, as he walks over the blood from his hand begins to drip down his fingers, to the tips.  He takes her chin in his palm moves her head up so that she is looking him in the eye.  As he does this, he moves his index finger to her lips, running it along her lips, she feels the wetness of his blood.  She opens her mouth just enough to take his finger into her mouth, then gently closes her lips around his finger… She moans softly, tasting the salty blood as she brushes his finger with her tongue, slowly running the tip of her tongue against, along and around his finger… Searching for all the blood that she can find.  He slowly withdraws his finger from her mouth, she smiles and licks the blood that was left on her lips. 

She wants to reach to him, pull him against her, but she knows when he is like this it is all up to him.  Not to push him or else she will receive nothing.  Another little sadistic grin springs onto his lips and he looks at his hand, then to the blade in his other hand, then slowly looks up at her.  He gently lets go of her chin allowing her head to drop again, and slowly moves his hand to the back of her head.  He takes a handful of hair in his hand and yanks her head back up.  With a gasp she is looking into his eyes again… They are cold, and mysterious as he looks deep inside her, through her eyes and into her soul.  Searching for something.  She could not tell what it was he was looking for. Then it seemed he found whatever it was that he was seeking out, and suddenly returned to her, looking in her eyes.  He tilts his head slightly to one side as if somewhat surprised at the strength of her deep desire. 

Without breaking his gaze with her, he slowly reaches the blade up to her face, softly dragging the very sharp cold steel across her cheek, to her chin.  Slowly he drug it across her neck to the collar of her shirt.  She gasps and whimpers softly again.  Not knowing… not afraid, but only  wanting him, and whatever it is that came along with having him.  She feels the blade being drug over her shirt, down over each button until it reaches her navel.  Not cutting, not stabbing, just running the cold sharp blade along the contours of her stomach and then her hips.  He bring the blade up quickly and cuts the top button off, her shirt falls open slightly, exposing the tops of her breasts that are protruding from her bra.  He breaks his stare at her and looks down to her breasts, noticing the erect nipples protruding from beneath her bra and shirt.  He grins, and realizes how much this is exciting her.  He quickly cuts the next button off her shirt, and lets the shirt fall even more open.  This quickly exposes her breast, and right below.  She heaves in a deep breath and watches him, she can feel the excitement growing.  The heat between her legs is growing to be unbareable.  He softly runs the tip of the blade across the tops of her breasts, then with a quick flick of his hand slices a small cut into the top of one… She moans out of pain, and the thrill… she feels the warm blood begin to flow over her breast, making her bra wet with it, soaking into her shirt.  Her hard nipples almost bursting through the fabric of her bra.  He leans down to her chest and slowly drags his tongue across the wound, lapping the blood into his mouth as it flows freely. Sighs of excitement come slowly from deep inside her.  She breaths deeply heaving her chest as his grip on her hair grows stronger, she feels his tongue lapping the wound on her breast, then slowly moving down he bites her nipple hard, a small scream escapes her mouth and he chuckles and bites down on her nipple harder, she can feel his tongue flicking against the tip of her nipple roughly… She tries to grab the wall she is being held against, only to drag her finger tips loudly against the plaster.  She closes her eyes and lets her head fall back as he pulls her hair harder.  She feels him moving, slowly licking his way up to her neck, licking it playfully before sinking his teeth into her soft flesh.  She squirms and moans and instinctively brings her hand up to his head, holding it in place, at her throat.  He is standing closer now, she can feel the heat of his body so close next to her…with the pain and ecstacy of his teeth baring hard against her flesh her mind wanders back to the dreams.  The intense dreams.  She longs for him. She has wanted this from the first time. 

Suddenly something cold brought her back to the moment.  The moment that the dream was being realized, she felt the blade running across her shoulder, she opens her eyes with the burn of the cutting of her flesh, he was looking at her again, watching her face as the blood again began to spill.  She doesn’t know how or when, but her shirt is now completely removed, and laying on the floor at her feet, she feels his mouth and tongue against the wound on her shoulder, he is licking the blood again, and sucking at it roughly, another small scream is released, and he lets go of her hair, and brings his hand to her mouth, covering it slightly, but not quite, he slips two fingers into her mouth, she begins to suck on them, running her tongue along his fingers, and to the tips.  He bites down on her shoulder, making the cut bleed more, sucking at it hard and long, drawing as much blood from her as he could in one last gulp.  He then looks at her again, as he withdraws his fingers from her mouth, only to replace them with his mouth.  Pressing his lips against hers hard, forcing his tongue against hers.  She can taste the remaining blood that dwindled in his mouth as she began to fondle his tongue with hers. 

Finally she gets the contact she was hoping for, he pressed his body hard against her, as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue, probing, fondling carassing her tongue with his.  Her breast heaved hard against the pressure of his chest against her, she felt his knee work its way in between her legs.  Not to seem too wanting she resisted slightly, making his force even more apparent. 

He steps closer yet to her, keeping his leg between hers, his thigh pressing hard against her crouch… they both could feel the heat coming from in between her legs, through both pairs of pants. He pressed his cock against her hip, and she felt him getting harder with every passing moment.  With blade still in hand he brings it up to her waist, slowly tracing the waist line of her jeans. He slices through the front of her pants with the blade, allowing the blade to run sharply against her skin… more pain… more pleasure… more hot blood dripping.  He pushes her pants slowly past her hips and down her legs, they fall to the floor, around her ankles.  She feels the cool air against her cunt, and the blood droplets slowly sliding down to the already wet lips.  He breaks his kiss when his hand slides slowly up her inner thigh.  He looks at her as he slides a finger inbetween her pussy lips, feeling the wetness, the readiness, the eagerness she has for him.  She moans as his finger tip just grazes her clit, and her mind goes back yet to the dream… the ever present dream… Him inside her, pinned to the wall. Screams, moans, and grunts.  Animals nothing more.  Snapped back to the present again by his fingers entering into her.  She gasps for air, she was holding her breath not realizing it.  Moaning as she exhales, she feels his fingers slide deep into her.  The build up to this moment has been to much, just the thought of penetration from him was too much to bare, she explodes into an orgasm, moaning wildly as her body grows fridgid, and then begins to twitch. He can feel the muscles of her cunt rapidly convulsing around his fingers. She was tighter than he imagined. And finally he spoke.  “Are you ready now?” as he looked back into her eyes.  He needed no words, he saw it in her eyes. 

He lead her to his bed by the wrist. Not once looking back at her, naked of everything except her blood soaked bra he motions by a pull of her wrist to get onto the bed.  So she sits and waits to be shown what he wants.  He moves in front of her as he removes his shirt.  Again he presses his knee inbetween her legs, so he can stand right in front of her, he runs his hands through her hair and slowly draws her head closer to him.  She understands and brings her hands to the buttons of his jeans.  She licks his stomach quickly and softly as she works the buttons of his jeans free, and works his pants to his knees.  His boxers left up, she can see his cock hard and waiting, pulsing through the cloth, she presses her lips softly against the head of it through the boxers, before she slides them down his legs.  His cock was hard as a rock, standing right there in front of her face.  He grabs a handful of hair again, and holds it tight in his fist, not to control her head movement, but just to be there.  Slowly she lowers her mouth to his balls, slowly licking from the base of his cock all up the length to the tip. She circles the tip with her tongue, before pressing her lips against it… she allows the tip to slowly press through her lips, playfully flicking it with her tongue as it enters further into her mouth.  She sucks hard on the tip as she pulls her head up, allowing the head of his cock to exit her mouth, but not taking her lips away, begins to go back down, further this time, pressing her lips tightly against his cock, working a little more down his shaft, while pressing and rubbing her tongue along the head.  She hears a low growl come from him and smiles to herself.  She lightly drags her finger tips up his inner thigh, until she feels his balls, cupping them gently as she lowers her mouth onto the full length of his cock, with the tip pressing into the back of her throat, and at that moment she was happy she didn’t have a gag reflex, she took him into her throat, then tightened her lips around his shaft, she began to suck slightly as her head moved back up to the head.  She begins to massage his balls softly as she plays with the tip and upper part of his shaft with her mouth and tongue.  Sucking it in and out of her mouth, he moans, which in returns makes her moan, he presses her head down onto his cock she again moans as she takes him into her throat, he can feel the fibrations of her moan get stiffled against the head of his cock, he shudders and his cock begins to pulse harder. Still cupping and massaging his balls, she feels them grow even tighter right before the spasm of his cock, the hot thick liquid errupted into the back of her mouth and sprays down her throat.  She sucks on him hard trying to get every last drop of his cum from him, taking it into her mouth, swallowing it down. Slowly she relents on her suction, and slowly pulls her head off his cock.  Quickly flicking her tongue across the tip as it emerges from her mouth. 

The grip of her hair loosens, and he pushes her down onto her back. He looks down at her, with a semi pleased look in his eyes… “Not too bad” he says to her as he grabs her legs right behind her knees and swings them up onto his bed. She lays there waiting, watching, wondering.  He inspects her, carefully looking over ever inch of exposed flesh.  Then suddenly he bends down to pick up his blade which he had dropped at the moment of climax.  Standing back up he begins to climb onto the bed next to her.  He is on his knees, but sitting up, looking at her, slowly he turns her onto her side, and slowly trails his fingers along the contours of her neck, down her shoulder and arm, trailing to her waist, then hip. Suddenly he slides his finger into her cleavage and beneath her bra. With one slight push of his hand she rolled onto her back.  He pulled the bra up away from her skin and took the blade and with one slice cut the bra off, he let go and let it fall to the bed.  She looked at him and watched him intently. He began to drag the dull side of the blade around her breasts, in a spiral pattern.  Starting at the base and slowly circling up to the nipple.  Shivers were sent through her body by the cold steel of the blade. He grinned wickedly at her and suddenly pricked her nipple. She watched as a bubble of blood slowly formed right at the top of her erect nipple.  She was him slowly bend over her, looking at her the whole time, his tongue slowly went to her nipple, licking the blood droplet away.  Then he wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to suck and bite it, she squirmed and gripped the blanket that lay beneath her.  Moans slowly emerged from deep with in her. While he sucked contently at her right nipple his blade made its way to her left breast. Following the same pattern, made its way to her nipple.  She squeeled slightly as the blade pricked that nipple.  He dropped the blade and began to squeeze her breast, making the blood come faster, it dripped down the side of her breast, over his fingers and onto his bed.  He pinched the nipple hard before moving his mouth to the left.  His fingers covered in her blood, moved up to her mouth, and again he pushes his fingers into her mouth, she tastes the salty blood that is on his hand as she sucks his fingers, fondling them with her tongue.  He trails his free hand along her stomach, down to her thigh, then back up her inner thigh, to the hot wet pussy that was just waiting, wanting his attention. His clenched teeth on her nipple released and he looks at her. She was squirming all over the bed, he chuckles to himself as he softly runs his fingers along the outer lips, she whimpers at the tease and her hips raise slightly off the bed, trying to get something…. More…Another droplet had formed on her nipple so he quickly licked it away and moved down her body.  He inspected the wound he created earlier, right above where the waistline of her pants once was, it had stopped bleeding now, and he looked disappointed by that.

With a sudden snatch of his hand, he had his blade again, and sat straddling her legs, right above her knees.  He was again inspecting her, but this time with the blade, dragging it over her stomach, then along her protruding hip bones, and along her thighs.  Slipping the knife inbetween her legs, he begins to slide it up between them, dull side first of course.  She shudders and whimpers again and again, not sure what to expect him to do now.  He then said to her “Am I scaring you?” , “No, not scaring, perhaps scarring though.” She replied.  And with a quick and painless flick of his wrist, he slit a small but effective cut on each prounounced hip.  The blood began to spill… He brought his hand to the wound and smeared the blood up and across her stomach, she could feel the warm wetness.  And once again he leans in to lap at the blood pooling on her flesh. His tongue burns each cut as he presses it hard against them in turn.  She can feel the blood flowing down her sides.  He sucks at the wounds one last hard time each, then slowly and teasingly he drags his tongue across her stomach and further down, licking her inner thigh first, then the other, then softly runs his tongue along her slit.  Her cunt was in pain from wanting him so bad. She rose her hips up again and he put his hands under her, lifting her lower half into the air.  “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he said, and without further need of encouragement she did as she was told. He supported her lower back with his hands as he rested against on elbows. Her legs basically dangling over his shoulders, as she is being lifted off the bed, up to meet him. She could feel his breath on her, he was lightly blowing on her wet shaved pussy a shiver ran through her body as the cool air blows teasingly over her.  Whimpers of anticipation, and anxiety work their way through her.  He liked her little noises.  He liked teasing her so that she made those little noises.  Again he licked her slit, softly, teasingly, each time adding a little more force, working its way between her outer lips, barely grazing over her clit, gasps of frustration rise into the air.  She grabs hands full of the blanket below her, and she squirms.  Then with a low chuckle he drops her, her legs hit the bed, and she is there, he sits up and looks at her, as he pushes her leg apart, exposing everything she has, and was to him.  He could see the small button of a clit, her cunt wet and waiting for him. She closes her eyes, and bites her lower lip until she tasted blood again… waiting… waiting… it seemed like forever she waited for him to touch her again, but it probably was only seconds.  He ran two fingers down over her clit, to her opening, slowly inserting them into her, she raises her hips automatically to accept him and again she felt the cool breeze of him blowing over her wet pussy, sending chills through her again and again.  Suddenly the cool breeze became warm breath, she realized his mouth was close, and with no warning she felt his teeth baring down around her clit.  Screaming in pain, she began to cum and cum she did, harder than she had ever in her life.  Again and again he thrust his fingers deep inside her, fucking her hard with his hand as he sucked and bit her clit furiously.  The moans mixed with screams filled the room…she came over and over and he was unrelenting, just the way she wanted and expected him to be.  The slight coat of sweat covering her body shined in the dim lights as she squirmed and writhed with pain pleasure and ecstacy.  Finally after her sixth orgasm his teeth unlatched from around her clit and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He licked his fingers once, then brought his hand to her, placing them on her lips, she opens her mouth to accept them, and suck them clean.*****