Den of Vipers

making her cry out before she bites down on her lower lip, an instinct from
years of hiding her pain. One I recognise. Eyes on her, I press my thumb right
into the center of the cut, testing her.
Blood forms on her lip, she’s biting it that hard, her eyes dilating with
fear and desire, one she’s trying to hide. Her chest heaves, her nipples
pebbling against the shirt she wears. Oh, my little bird likes it when it hurts…
“Little Bird, dirty Little Bird, look how sweetly you bleed,” I murmur,
leaning down and licking the blood from her lip before digging my teeth into
it as I smash my thumb into her cut. She screams, lurching beneath me. I
swallow her sound of pain and fear, feeding on it.
I hear the door open, but she doesn’t. Lifting my head, I meet Garrett’s
eyes. He takes in our position and sighs. “Leave her be, D.”
“But she’s fun to play with.” I pout, digging my thumb in deeper, making
her whimper. The sound makes my cock jerk again as I grind it into her.
“D,” Garrett warns, crossing his arms and giving me his best don’t fuck
with me face. “Go find someone else to play with, I heard Ryder was meeting
with some new security people…”
I debate my options. Scaring the new guards or playing with the dirty
bird? Sighing, I look back down at her. “Sorry, pretty bird, next time.”
Kissing her nose, I leap to my feet and stroll towards Garrett, who watches
me with a worried expression.
“This isn’t going to be a problem, is it?” he asks me, and I shake my
head.
“Nope, I didn’t kill her, did I?” I laugh as I clap him on the shoulder, but
he doesn’t even budge, the big bastard.
Sighing, he sweeps his hair back from his face. “Go on, I’ll clean up.”
Whistling, I stroll away as I hear him step farther into the room. “Are you
okay?”
“Fuck you!” she screams, making me laugh. Oh yes, my dirty little bird
will be playing with me again. I can’t wait. Until then, I’ll have to appease
myself with others.