I growl menacingly, straining against the ties that bind me to the bed. My leg presses between your thighs as one of your hands slithers down and starts to rub my chest and make its way down towards my crotch. I toss the knife off to the side. You purr with another form of pleasure as drink from my arm. I strain forward to catch a few drops on my tongue. I can still feel your hot breath washing over the length of my cock. You finally decide that the teasing is over. Your hands pump viscously at my cock, milking every little drop of my creamy fluid. You moan at me that you want to feel my cock inside of you filling you. You gasp at the sight of your blood but the feeling my fingers are creating makes you quickly forget about the blood. The hand without the knife wraps in your hair and holds you to my chest as you bite. You try to move to make me finish, but the slow bleeding that
