The blood mixed with her tears and saliva in a pool on the tile floor. Her eyes were glazing, but he knew she wasn’t yet in subspace. She would be worrying about the mess more than the pain. She was such a silly little sub. A sexy, sweaty bleeding creature. He brought his belt back for another swing. Her cry made it cock twitch.
He was the one who had shied away from cutting her. His inexperience didn’t bother her. And he was impressed how much he could make the three shallow cuts on her lower back bleed. A strike on her ass opened the slices just enough.
If he was honest he was the one losing stamina. And his erection was starting to hurt as the blood turned him on more than he thought it would. But, he also wanted her to find release. She had endured a lot for him. That quick orgasm before the knife came out seemed long ago now.
He struck her again. He watched her body struggle against the straps. Her legs were shaking; even though the bench held most of her weight. He dropped the belt were she would be able to see it. He grabbed her left hip and ran his right hand between her folds. Her ass was high enough in the air that the blood ran up her back to drip off her shoulders rather than down. So he knew her wetness was due solely to her arousal.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He picked up her legs at the thigh as he entered her. She bent her knees to keep her legs up. Her sweat made her slide forward and back on the leather bench as he slammed into her with growing speed.
“You have my permission to cum, but you better work fast.” He had hardly finished the statement before she began grinding against him. Her moans and cries only pushed his release. He was a little surprised when he heard her telltale orgasmic cry. She had been closer than even he realized. But her pulses triggered his climax. he gripped her thighs tighter through his final thrusts. Finger bruises there would be a beautiful visual reminder for her since the cut marks would be out of view. He set her legs down and pulled out of her.
“I want to get some photos of how gloriously I have ruined you; can you take a few more minutes for your Sir?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir”
After an extensive photoshoot, he unclipped the straps across her chest and helped her up. Rather than risk her falling or slipping on the wet tile. He gently lifted and carried her straight into the shower. After washing her body and cleaning the cuts with soap, he toweled her off and tucked her into bed. Her cuts were already closing, so he just lotioned her back, butt, and beautifully red thighs and climbed in next to her.
“Sir, may I please go clean up? If everything sits all night it will take twice as long tomorrow as everything will have dried.”
“No, you may not. Currently, your warm, supple body pleases me. I will give you the time you require to clean tomorrow. And the extra elbow grease will help remind you of how well I marked you.”
“You are so beautiful. Beaten and sore. You always please me. My insatiable pain slut. I have the sudden urge to taste you. Or should I let you sleep?”
“Anything you want, Sir.” Her words implied compliance, but her desires were evident by her hips leaning against my leg. Her pussy was wet, but not dripping. As he kissed his way down her stomach he said, “Don’t worry my little slut, I’ll let you clean the floor so I can cover it in your blood again tomorrow night.” She moaned and he could see her cunt clench and moisten.
“Now that’s more like it.”
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Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. Hopefully erotic, but fiction none the less. I do not currently participate in blood play and I had difficulty researching foundational basics. This is just what the phrase brings to mind for me. Please do not take this as any sort of guide and research/be safe when playing yourself.