Den of Vipers

Two weeks have passed since Roxy killed her dad. We dealt with the aftermath of course, calling in clean-up and our police buddies so they would never know what really happened. Just another junkie dying in the slums. That’s how they spin it.

He can never hurt her again.

If she hadn’t killed him, I would have for what he did to her. He deserved worse, but it was her justice to give, and she did so beautifully… I could taste his blood on her lips when I kissed her. Can still hear her screams as Ryder and I washed her clean in the shower and filled up that emptiness we saw in her eyes with pleasure.

I haven’t seen much of Little Bird today, not since breakfast, and now it’s almost the middle of the night. I’ve been busy at the house, getting our new dungeon ready, but I’m starting to think she’s suspecting something, because she hasn’t replied to my messages all day. So instead of pulling a long night to finish the dungeon, I head home intent on finding her after Ryder texts me.

When I reach the penthouse, though, the door is open and everything is black. Narrowing my eyes, I rush inside, fear pounding through me. “Little Bird?” I yell. “Roxy!”

No one answers. Grabbing my phone, I dial Ryder as I stride through the room searching for answers, only to stop at a note on the table just as Ryder answers. He chuckles. “Have fun, D, try not to kill her.” He hangs up while I’m still staring at the note.

Fancy a hunt? Find me if you can. I’m yours if you catch me.

Signed with a drawing of a little bird.

My cock hardens instantly as I toss my phone away and rip off my shirt so I’m just in my jeans and boots. She wants to play? About fucking time. I’ll find her, and just like she said, she will be mine. I’ll have her screaming for more, even as I carve open her skin.

My favourite fucking game—her.

“Little Bird, Little Bird,” I call, tilting my head to listen. “You want to play?” I prowl around the dark living room, grinning as I check every place to hide. “You should have said so, because I want to play with you.” She’s clearly not here, so I head down the hallway to her room, not that she really sleeps there anymore.

“When I find you—” I suck in a breath, moaning at the images crowding my head. “I am going to make you wish you had just asked.”

My voice is the only sound as I slip into her room. There’s a bulge under the quilt, and I yank it back, laughing when I spot the pillows shaped like a person. I check the bathroom and wardrobe too, but they are all empty, so I head back out to the hallway, running my finger across the wall as I hunt.

“Little Bird!” I call. “Come out, come out, wherever you are! You know you want my cock…and hands…and pain.”

I hear movement upstairs, so I race through the living room and take the stairs two at a time until I’m on the landing, and then I look around. “Little Bird,” I coo, “don’t make this worse for yourself. The longer it takes, the more I will make it hurt.”

I hear a scuffle again, so I turn to Ryder’s room and quickly check it before emerging into the hall again. “Did you organise this just for me, Little Bird?” I yell, as I head over to investigate my room and the others. “Have you been wet all day, waiting for me, imagining what will happen when I find you? Which I will.”

The rooms are empty, and I’m annoyed, so I storm back down the corridor, my cock jerking in my pants at the anticipation of what I will do to her when I find her. Her skin bruises so easily, her blood covering my hands and cock…fuck.

I’m so distracted that I just walk back and forth, calling out to her.

I’m slipping back past the armoury, which we don’t bother to lock anymore, when the door suddenly opens and something hard and metal presses to my chin, tilting it up. In the dark, I can barely make her out, but I can see enough. My little bird is holding a bat right under my chin as she smirks at me, wearing nothing but her skin. The skin I ache to touch, taste, and make bleed.

“Thought you were hiding?” I murmur.

“I got tired of hiding, it’s not my style. I realise I would rather hunt you.” She grins.

I surprise her when I grab the bat and jerk it to me. She gasps and falls into my chest as I throw the weapon away, grabbing her neck and slamming her into the wall. I press my front against her back as my hands rove across her skin, squeezing her plump ass and nipping her side before I reach around to tweak her nipples. She moans, even as she struggles.

“Little Bird,” I murmur, biting her ear. “Kept me waiting for what is mine, and I have no toys with me.” I tut. “I guess I’ll have to improvise.”

“Yeah? I said you had to catch me first.” She laughs, and then her elbow comes back, hitting me right in the gut. I let her go as I double over wheezing, and she rams her knee into my face before taking off.

Laughing, I straighten and feel the blood running from my nose. Oh, it’s on, Little Bird.

I fly down the stairs after her, catching her around the waist and throwing her into the living room. She smashes down on the coffee table with a groan, but rolls free and gets back to her feet, still grinning at me. “That all you got? The great Diesel can’t even catch his own woman?” she taunts.

She tries to rush past me, but I bend down and throw her over my shoulder, ignoring her struggles as I stride over to the table and lay her on it. “Stay,” I snap, as I move away, quickly rushing upstairs to get my rope. Of course when I return, she’s moved and is standing beside the table glaring at me, even as her lips quirk.

Running the rope through my hands, I lick my lips as I feign left around the table, making her run right, which I do too before grabbing her again and throwing her back on the table. She kicks and struggles, but I get both legs tied down and then each hand, slamming them to the shiny surface and looping the rope around each corner until she is trussed up for me.

She glares up at me as I prowl around the table, trailing my hand across her body and making her shiver again. “And I thought you wanted to play,” I mutter.

“I did, but not to be hogtied to the fucking dining table,” she growls. Eyebrow arched, I trail my hand up her parted thighs and over her wet pussy. I glide my hand over her pussy again, eliciting a gasp, before caressing up and across her arm and stomach, making her huff in annoyance.

Ensuring the ropes tied to each leg of the table are tight, I flick open my lighter as she watches, her chest heaving and her blood staining the table, which only makes me harder and her wetter. I can see her cream dripping from her pussy, down her thighs, and to the table below as she watches me, tugging on the ropes as I tut. “Should have been a good little bird, I might have let you come right now if you had.”

“Fuck me,” she demands.

Laughing, I grab two candles and light them before leaning close to her face. “When I want to, I will, but for now, I want to play.” Holding up the candles, I let her watch as they melt. “Ever felt hot wax dripping on you, Little Bird?” Her eyes widen in understanding before darkening in hunger. “Ah, you have. Do you like it? What about all over your body?”

Tipping the candle, the flame flickering, I hold it above her chest as I smirk at her. The wax slowly drips and lands on her collarbones, making her hiss before it turns into a moan. “That’s what I thought, Little Bird,” I coo, as I grab the other candle and, holding them both, tip them right over her chest. As it burns, I drizzle them down between her breasts to her stomach, wax dripping onto her skin as she whimpers and tugs on the ropes.

“Little Bird, Little Bird, how prettily you melt for me.” I laugh as I hold a candle over each breast.

She shakes her head, but I tip anyway, and it lands on her exposed breasts. She gasps loudly as I purposely direct someone of it to land on her nipple. She lets out a yelp, even as her hips lift. Letting the wax cool on her skin, I trace my hand down her body and cup her soaking pussy again. “I knew you would love it, Little Bird, and look.” Using my other hand, I flick off some of the hardened wax to the pink skin underneath. “It marks you up so pretty.”

“You bastard,” she spits, even she pushes into my hand holding her cunt possessively.

“Little Bird, watch your mouth, or I’ll fill it and it won’t be with my cock.”

She drops her head back to the table, her body shaking slightly as I trace my tongue up her belly and kiss the jewel there before pulling out my knife, letting her see. She stills, even as she shivers in desire, her eyes blown wide, her lips open on a pant. I lower the blade and use the pointed edge to flick off the hardened wax, slowly and methodically, until her chest and stomach are clear again, except for the pink marks left behind that have me reaching into my jeans and squeezing my cock.

“Going to keep making promises?” she challenges, taunting me even as she lies bound and surrendering to whatever I want to do to her.

“Little Bird, you knew what I would do when I caught you. Torturing you is my favourite hobby. You wanted this, so be a good girl and let me play.” I laugh.

She huffs but doesn’t protest as I drag the knife down her throat and stop above her heart. “Would you fight me right now?” I ask curiously, as I dig the tip in enough to break the skin. A drop of blood forms where my blade meets her flesh. “Would you try to stop me?”

“No,” she replies instantly, arching up and pressing the blade deeper as she groans. “I would let you.”

“You would, wouldn’t you?” I whisper, as I lift my head and press my forehead to hers. “You would let me kill you.”

“I would.” She nods, licking my lips. “I would die with a smile on my face.”

My demons are crowding closer, wrapping around me in their madness, making my hand slip lower and dig the blade in deeper until she gasps in pain. Tears form in her eyes, but she still doesn’t fight. No, she brings me back from the brink.

“But you don’t want to kill me, D, you don’t want my death, that would be too easy. You want my life, forever, to torture me and play with me for the rest of our days. Ending it now would be too quick. You don’t deal in just pain, but pleasure too, and right now, baby, it’s just pain,” she admits.

I blink and look at the blade in shock and toss it away. “Little Bird, Little Bird, always trying to save me.”

“Nah, not save you, burn with you,” she murmurs, before lifting her head and slamming her lips to mine as her chest bleeds between us. On her lips, I taste her desperation and hunger…but also her love. For me.

Her damaged Viper, her crazy bastard. The man she pulls from the flames of his own mind again and again without thought for the way it burns her. I want to show her how much that means. This started out as our game and turned into something real.

Something life and death, because I could easily kill her without meaning to and she knows it. Yet she doesn’t care, she wants me anyway, moaning into my mouth and nipping at my lips to try to urge me on.

“D, please,” she begs, surrendering to me even further, not taking, just asking.

How could I deny her anything?

I have been hers since that first day, yet she never demands with me, never orders me. Just asks, pleads, begs. Licking her lips, I trail my mouth down her chin and neck to the wound, and circle around the blood dripping there right above her heart, knowing it will probably scar.

“Anything you ask for, anything, Little Bird, it’s yours. This world is yours if you want it, I will make them bow at your feet,” I murmur, as I trail lower and crawl down her body until I’m above her pussy. “I’d make them bleed for you, make them scream, make them die for you,” I vow, as I lick her pussy, groaning at the sweet taste of my girl. She’s my fucking obsession, my weakness, and my strength in the sweetest goddamn package.

She groans, tilting her hips as much as she can to push her wet cunt to my face. Tracing over her lower lips, I part her further and dip two fingers inside her, watching her hole clench around them, her clit engorged and begging for my lips and teeth. Her piercing shines in the light, matching the one in my cock.

She cries out as I twist my fingers and wrap my lips around her clit and suck, her hips bucking as she gushes around my digits. Digging my teeth into her vulnerable flesh, I add pain to her pleasure until she screams, coming so quickly I almost come myself.

So fucking perfect, that’s what she is.

Perfection.

Licking up her release, I pull my fingers free and clean them with my tongue, unable to get enough of her sweetness. It’s even better than her blood. I dip them back in for more, and she cries my name, twisting in her bindings. “Diesel!”

Rearing above her, unable to help myself, I lean down and snap the rope on one of her legs. She quickly wraps it around my waist, trying to pull me to her as I hover over her body, holding myself up with a palm next to her head. Her back arches, rubbing her blood and tits across my chest until I can’t take it anymore.

Grabbing her hips, I line up and slam inside of her, making her scream for me again. Her hands twist in the bindings, gripping them as I fuck her hard and fast. Nothing is between us.

This is us.

This is the life, even with death wrapping around us.

Her head tilts back, and I drag my teeth down her neck as I slam into her harder and faster with each thrust, unable to hold back when it comes to my Little Bird. Pleasure rocks through me, almost bowing my spine at how fucking tight and wet she is. The feel of her wrapped around my cock like a vice. Her softness pressing to my hardness. Her blood marking me.

Fuck.

She urges me on. “Yes, God, yes, baby, more. Fuck, make it hurt!” she screams, as I punish her with my thrusts. Reaching down, I press my thumb to the wound as I make sure I hit that spot inside her that has her screaming again in no time, coming around my cock so prettily.

Her eyes are shut, her face is lax in pleasure, and her mouth is bruised and parted as she shakes and tries to breathe beneath me. But I’m not done yet. Snapping the binding on her other ankle, I pull free of her clinging, pulsing pussy and flip her quickly, dragging her ass into the air.

Her arms stretch out above her, her face turned and pressed to the table as she struggles to breathe. Her back is dotted with small cuts and oozing blood. Her ass is red and so fucking beautiful, and I’m going to fuck it.

Pushing her legs closer to her body, I watch her part them willingly as I spread her ass cheeks. I lean down and run my tongue around her hole before sliding down to her pussy and back up again. She whimpers and pushes against my tongue.

“Oh fuck, that’s so goddamn wrong.” She laughs. “Don’t fucking stop.”

I have no plans to as I tongue her ass until she’s pushing back again, my fingers digging into her plump cheeks. I keep her against my face until I can’t take it anymore. Kneeling on the table behind her, I run my finger down her crack to her pussy and slip it inside, stroking her before pulling it free and circling it around her other hole. My dick is still dripping from her cunt, and I grasp it, pressing it to her ass.

“You liked my knife in your ass, but you are going to love my cock more, Little Bird, and I might even leave you here tied up and bleeding, my cum dripping from it until the others come back.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all she says, pushing back and making me laugh.

Seeing the thick head of my cock pressed to her ass has me nearly coming, so I take it slow, pushing in past the ring of muscles as she relaxes for me. “Good girl,” I coo, stroking her side as I pop past them and work myself in an inch before pulling back and pressing in again, getting farther with each thrust until, finally, I’m balls deep in her ass.

Leaning over her back, I lick down her spine, the blood from her cuts filling my mouth, and I catch on a piece of glass still in her skin and cut my tongue. Groaning, I jerk her back harder, impaling her on my cock as she cries out. Blood drips from my mouth onto her pale skin, and I trace it back up and down her, leaving a blood trail as the pain of the cut has me twitching in her ass.

But she’s bored of me not moving, she pushes against me, forcing me deeper. Grunting, I sit back, her thick hips filling my hands as I drive into her ass before pulling out. I don’t go slow now. No, I fuck her, like the dirty little girl she is.

She’s fucking tight, so goddamn tight, it’s almost impossible to fuck her, and she’s moaning loudly now, almost screaming. “Like my piercing in your arse, Little Bird?” I tease, my own voice low and gravelly as I hold back my own release, edging it, almost painfully so.

“God, I feel so full,” she murmurs.

“Next time, I’ll get Kenzo to fuck your pussy at the same time, and then you will be very full, Little Bird,” I snap, making her scream as I watch my cock going in and out of her ass, the sight undoing me.

“So fucking hot,” I mutter. A tingling starts at the base of my spine and flows through me, pulling at me, demanding I let go. I can’t hold it back. It’s too strong, her blood, pussy, and ass dragging it from me.

“Oh, God, Little Bird, I’m so fucking close.” I groan, unable to pull my eyes away from my cock moving in and out of her ass faster and faster.

She whimpers, her pussy pulsing again, and I know she’s close. Leaning down, I bite her ass, digging my teeth in painfully, and she screams her release, her ass clenching on me until I can’t pull out anymore and the vice has me exploding.

It seems to flow through me again and again, pulling everything from me, filling her repeatedly, spurting in her ass until I’m finally spent. Pulling my teeth free, I see the bleeding indentation there and smirk. I slowly slide from her ass, whispering soothing words as I flop down next to her and pant.

I try to relearn how to breathe as my heart slams in my chest, so loud it’s all I can hear, my legs weak. When I feel like I can stand, I stumble from the table and into the kitchen, cleansing my cock before taking some towels back, cleaning up Little Bird, and tossing them in the bin. Climbing back on the table, I undo her hands and drag her into my arms. Blood and cum cover us, but fuck, I can’t move again, even if I wanted to.

“I love you, Little Bird,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m so glad you punched me in the face that day.”

She laughs. “Me too. I love you too, you crazy bastard.”

Kissing her softly, I pull away after a moment. “I can’t wait to hunt you for the rest of my life.”

She laughs at that, and I join her, even though I’m serious, but seeing her face light up, her lips bruised from my kisses and body filled with my marks…I have never been happier.

For a boy who lost everything to a man who lived in fire and blood, Little Bird is my freedom. My second chance. My love.