Ice Cream

A/N: This was suppose to be a part on another story in FF.net but I don't think it will happen. So I just wanted to post it here since It will always be incomplete. I'm thinking that I can use up all my BSDM urges for this since it is very OOC. I hope you guys enjoy.

Her head hurt and her eyes stung. She was cold and her arms hurt. She could hear someone’s heart beat pressed against her ear and she immediately knew what was happening. A cold sweat developed on her naked skin as she felt the man beneath her hum a tune. She recognized that song and she felt a cold chill run through her veins.

Her breath quickened as he realized she was awake. She felt his hand touch her hair and she jerked away from it in vain.

“Shhh, little red, it’s okay.” He cooed to her and her body started to shiver. She tightly shut her eyes wishing she could disappear, to leave this world, for someone to take her away. He continued to stroke her hair and she started to feel the situation she was in.

She was completely naked and straddling his lap with her torso leaning against his chest. She didn’t know if she was thankful that he was still clothed considering she wasn’t. She could feel the leather of his pants against her skin, making her inner thighs sweat. He wore a rough black silk shirt that scratched her breast and cheek. Her arms were pulled behind her. She was tied up, the ropes forcing her arms to be bent behind her back. She tugged at them slightly and felt the ropes were tied down to her ankles.

“You know better than to test the tie, Kyoko.”

She couldn’t stop shaking. Her heart was pounding a thousand times a second. Why? Why was she here again? She felt him move and she froze. He raised his right hand and ran his sharpened nails down her thigh. It hurt and she whimpered, tightening her thigh in effect squeezing his legs.

“Please let me go.” She whispered, her voice horse and weak, shaking with fear.

“Now why would you want to leave? Look I even got you something. Sit up.” She didn’t move. She didn’t feel like she could move. After a moment, he took her arms in his hands and pushed her up right. She closed her eyes as his hands ran down her arms and to her hips. He jerked her hips closer to him, the feeling of the soft smooth leather pressing against her sex.

She sat in his lap, the cold air caressing her naked skin. Her body ached as she desperately wanted to cover up, to run, to hide, to be anywhere but here. She kept her eyes closed as she felt him tilt to the right slightly. She could feel the fabric of his couch against her leg and under her knee.

“Here, open your eyes.” He told her.

She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to make this nightmare real. If she opened her eyes he would be there and she would have no choice but to admit this was actually happening. His right hand left her hip and she felt the tip of his nail pierce under her chin. She flinched from the small prick of pain and straightened her back raising her chin to escape that touch.

“Open your eyes.” He repeated and pressed his talon harder into her chin. She whimpered and forced her eyes open. Her nightmare filled her sight. She swallowed as she blinked back tears. Before her was a living demon, with his cold molten silver eyes and grey white long hair. His lips formed a small smirk. He pulled his hand away and she put her chin down.

“Good girl. Now see I got you a sweet.” In his left hand was a half melted soft serve vanilla ice cream cone. He put his right forefinger up and there on the tip of his finger was a drop of her blood. She watched him put it in his mouth, sucking off that small red drop.

“Though I think you taste sweeter.” She gasped as he snapped his hand out and took her throat. His thumb pressed at her jaw painfully, forcing her head back. He leaned in and licked the wound he created. She was disgusted as she felt his lips suck the little puncture. He sat back, held up the cone in front of her lips and waited.

“Try it.” He twirled the cone in his hands as it melted down to his fingers.

She didn’t do anything. She just looked at it. It was probably laced with something, something to knock her out again. He sighed as if reading her mind, he licked it then he promptly grimaced at the taste.

“It’s safe. Eat it.” He ordered again and pressed the cold treat to her lips. She pressed her lips together refusing to submit. He glided the ice cream down her chin and pressed it against her neck. She shivered from the cold as he moved it down to her chest smearing it across her breasts.

“You should have taken it. Now you have it all over yourself.” She watched his eyes move along with his hand. He pressed the ice cream against her skin leaving large globs of it behind. Once most of it was on her, he tossed the remainder away.

“Here let me wipe it off.” He took his right hand up above her left breast to wipe it away, but instead of using his hand or finger tips, he cut her with his nail making her hiss in pain. He didn’t stop however; he cut a thin line going from her collarbone down to her left breast. It stung as the cream mixed with her blood.

He leaned in licked off the blood and ice cream from her skin. He did it slowly, the tip of his tongue licking around the wound by her collar bone then slowly working his way down. She tried to blank out her mind, to not feel his mouth on her skin. But he nipped at the cut trying to draw out more of her blood causing small shocks of pain to run through her. She couldn’t escape not physically or mentally.

He worked his way down and finally wrapped his mouth around her nipple, painfully sucking in her breast into his mouth. He bit down and she screamed as his teeth sunk in. He suckled her breast and released her slowly.

“Delicious.” He whispered and then started cutting again around her right breast. She tried to not make a sound but soft sounds crawled out of her throat as he cut her and licked her clean achingly slow. He sucked and squeezed her flesh trying to draw out more, marking her, bruising her.

Dozens upon dozens of small cuts and bites littered her breast and stomach by the time the ice cream was gone. Hickeys decorated her pale skin. She was exhausted, her body feeling heavy and worn. Tears ran down her cheeks and her vision was blurred but she saw a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“You are beautiful.” He ran his hand down the front of her body, giving special attention to the deeper wounds making her squirm in his lap. His hands wrapped around her hips and forced her against his crotch. She closed her eyes in fear and repulsion. She could feel him completely against her as if there was nothing between them. He was hard; aroused from the horrible things he was doing to her.

“You are such a good girl. Always thinking of me rather than yourself. Thank you for the treat, my Kyoko.” He rocked her hips against him as he bent in and kissed her. She pressed her lips together as he grinded her hips against his crotch. His mouth nibbled at her lips, his tongue trying to snake between hers but she was able to keep him out. He stopped moving her and she almost sighed in relief as her traitorous body started to feel good.

His hand moved to her jaw, his large hand able to wrap around it perfectly and squeeze hard. It hurt. It felt like he was going to break it but she bit down, trying desperately to keep her mouth closed. She tasted blood as her teeth cut into her lips. He moaned against her as he tasted the blood seeping from her lips.

Eventually he got what he wanted, he always did. He pierced the meaty flesh of her ass with his other hand. His nails dug into her flesh making her scream out. His tongue swept inside her mouth and she tried to bite down, to rip out his tongue anything she could but he just dug his fingers in further preventing her action.

She kept her mouth open. Tears running down her face and he assaulted her mouth. She could taste the sweet vanilla of the ice cream and the metallic copper of her blood. Finally having enough, he pulled away and she wanted to spit but she didn’t know if it would please him or infuriate him so she did nothing.

“It’s your turn to feel good.” Her eyes followed his left hand. His finger tips were covered in her blood. She thought he was going to lick them clean again but he didn’t. Instead he moved down to her folds and she tried to fall back, to get off as she felt his fingers touch her.

“Now don’t move or I might hurt you.” She felt his right hand grab the rope that held her in effect holding her on his lap. He pulled her binding slightly back making her back arch, forcing her body to be displayed for him like some sort of offering. He leaned in and teased her nipple with his tongue. When he wanted to please her, he was gentle and she hated him all the more for it. His tongue sent shivers down her body to her sex as he lightly sucked and licked her breasts careful to avoid the cuts he created earlier.

“Please don’t. Just stop.” She pleaded with him.

“But it will feel so good. I’ll make you scream and shake from delight. You’ll see.” She jerked as his fingers caressed her nether lips. She tried to push away from him and then whimpered as his finger nails poked her sensitive flesh.

“See, now don’t move.” She closed her eyes. I’m not here. His fingers played with her lips, sliding between them, tugging them softly. This isn’t happening. They moved up and started circling the little bundle of nerves causing small shivers to run through her body.

Go to the stream. His fingers were slick with her blood. She could still feel the cold air brush the seeping wounds on her right butt cheek. Go anywhere but here. She tried to think of a place that brought her happiness. Somewhere that she was last happy and she thought of him.

Ren. Tears started pouring down her face as her body started to betray her. He worked her clit lightly with the pad of his fingertips. She could feel herself growing wet, the feel of him brushing her nub starting to feel good rather than bad.

Ren. His sweet smile and caring eyes. She missed him so much. Suddenly, pain shot through her.

“STOP! DON’T THINK ABOUT HIM!” He yelled at her. Her eyes shot open to his angry face. He pinched her clit hard between his fingers. He forced her face, her eyes to meet with his angry ones.

“You are only supposed to think of me. He left you alone with me.” He started to caress her again. His fingers rubbing her again, it hurt as he rubbed her roughly. Her mind flashed on him again and Reino growled.

She was lifted up and forced onto the floor. He was on top of her now. Her hands still pinned behind her back and her ankles still tied to her arms forced her heels to touch her butt, her knees bent up into the air.

“You will only think of me. I’ll make sure of it.” He disappeared from her view. She felt him force her knees apart and his hair tickled the inside of her thighs. She tried to close her legs again but he was simply too strong. She gasped as he licked her. A shiver ran through her body as his tongue dove inside of her, licking and twisting inside of her entrance. She squirmed, the weight of her own body making her arms and shoulders hurt worse.

He gently tugged at her lips and ran the tip of his tongue around her opening then darted inside. His tongue was like a serpent, it felt like it touched her soul, her core and corrupted it with each intrusion. She started to moan as he licked her lips and tasted her fluids. He sucked, teased and licked her clit. Waves of warmth and pleasure shot through her body and she fought not to submit. His tongue started lapping at her soft flesh. Her body tensed as she felt a burning build between her legs.

“No. Stop. Please.” She begged. She moved her hips, making him lose his rhythm.

“Behave.” He slapped her hip loudly. She gasped at the stinging pain and it helped. She felt the burn recede.

“I see. You want me to go slower.” He licked her softly and kissed her gently. “I don’t mind you staying here longer. I want to have you here forever, pleasing you for as long as you like.” He started to slowly start over again. She groaned. Maybe if she faked it she would be let go. She was an actress. She should be able to trick him into believing she came.

The only problem was she was on the verge of actually coming. He said he would go slower but the feeling he was causing didn’t slow, it just kept building.

“Reino, please.” She whispered. Stop! I don’t want this. Apparently, her plea to him meant for him to bring her over and he did. She cursed herself as she felt herself explode from his mouth.

He pulled away, his mouth shinny from her release and she fell to her side crying. She felt his fingers at the binding at her back and it slackened. Her body sighed in relief as he pulled the rope away. She curled into herself in the fetal position clinging onto herself. She sobbed softly as his hand ran down the curve of her body. She flinched away and he patted her bottom softly.

“You did good, Kyoko.” He whispered and kissed her temple. She felt him leave and not a few moments later place her clothes gently beside her.

“Get dressed and I’ll take you home.” He stepped out of the room and she heard water running. She took her clothes and lifted herself off the floor. She sniffed and struggled to put her clothes back on. She was pulling her shirt back down as he came back and she quickly covered as much of her skin as possible.

He went down to his knees and crawled down to her. She started to back away towards the door. She knew it was useless but she couldn’t help but try and run. He caught up to her quickly and forced her to the floor.

“Please no more, please.” She cried, shutting her eyes and hugging her arms in front of her trying to block him.

“Oh I would love to stay here with you all day but I have an appointment with the group. Miroku would probably barge in and steal me away right in the middle of something fun.” He stopped and thought about it for a moment.

“Actually I rather like the idea of you waiting here for me all tied up when I get home.” He whispered against her cheek and she felt herself panic.

“No… I… need to go home. I need to study my script and… and they will get suspicious.” She tried to appeal to him. Appealing to a demon, she must have gone insane. No, going insane would have been a blessing. Then she wouldn’t have to suffer like this any longer. She would be in another world while he raped her. She wouldn’t be afraid. She wouldn’t feel ashamed anymore. She wouldn’t feel tainted and ugly every time she saw herself in the mirror, this broken, weak, filthy Kyoko always staring back at her.

He nodded. They took a cab to her place and she ran from him as soon as the car stopped. She rushed upstairs avoiding her landlords and straight into the bathroom.