Joan would definitely not have agreed to the scalpel. It was already on the edge of thrilling and terrifying to allow him to tie her down and wrap his hand around her throat. She was tempting the killer in him as it was...she was pretty sure a scalpel would significantly raise the chances that she wouldn't survive the experience.
The hand at her throat loosened, and she gasped in a breath and then groaned. Because quite against her better judgement she was enjoying this, how he was holding her down and fucking her hard, taking her so completely, animalistically, a claiming. Taking her, every bit of her, even her breath, her life, for his own.
She continued the struggle, crying out with every pant now as her own pleasure was whipped up every single time his hips slammed into hers.
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Date: 2020-05-04 10:30 pm (UTC)The hand at her throat loosened, and she gasped in a breath and then groaned. Because quite against her better judgement she was enjoying this, how he was holding her down and fucking her hard, taking her so completely, animalistically, a claiming. Taking her, every bit of her, even her breath, her life, for his own.
She continued the struggle, crying out with every pant now as her own pleasure was whipped up every single time his hips slammed into hers.