Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

A mix of ever- Vivian wasnt able to finish her words as the chain was dragged across the table and she was unceremoniously choked. She squirmed and fought back some as he removed the fur coat, but was much more focused on grabbing at her throat to try to give herself some room to breathe. With the way how the leather was digging into her bruised skin, it was making her wetter than ever, her panties positively drenched. When he removed the coat and forced her head to be flat on the table, she was able to finally breathe in this position. As a reflex, her arms splayed out on the table, no longer having to claw at her pretty neck in order to breathe. Almost fuckin passed out! Her voice was hoarse, and didnt sound much in the way of amused anymore. It was really beginning to hurt to talk, which would help to quell her nasty words. It didnt stop her sense of humor however, and she let out a low chuckle as he moved her arm to stretch out and palm to be flat on the table. If you wanna hold my-wait, what are you Vivians words trailed off into a high pitched squeal of pain as he stabbed through her hand and lodged the beautiful blade into the table. Tears sprung forth, coursing down her cheeks as the pain and agony ripped through her body, other arm shoved up behind of her back. Her howls echoed in the room as her fingers twitched reflexively from the pain. Eventually, her howls dissolved into giggles yet again. Thats how it fuckin feels! She sounded breathless from laughing through the pain, certainly in a bit of shock which helped to numb the pain. Vivian had always wondered how it felt, having endured nothing more than superficial cuts on her skin and a couple of gunshot wounds. But nothing to this scale. She had kicked her legs wildly as her hand was impaled, her heels managing to finally find purchase in his fine trousers and rip them open. Vivian was dangerous enough to have razor blades on the heels, which scratched up his shins spectacularly. It was clear from Martins words, his hot breath on her ear, that he was an artist when it came to killing and torture. He was right after all, too often Vivian had killed her mark too quickly. It wasnt exactly beneath her to still fuck a corpse, finding that they tended to have nice thick hard ons in death. But Martin wanted her to feel everything that was being done to her, and to be fully awake for the rest of the evening to come. Fuckin A.If you dont take your cock out and fuck me in the ass, Martin, I think that youre going to bust through those pants. Vivian laughed lightly before hissing and moaning from the pain. If Erik was in just the right position, he could see that Vivian was so wet it was as if she pissed herself all over the mahogany desk. But in reality, it was just her arousal that was dripping down and onto the marble flooring. My family is a disgrace to the Vermilion name...when I slit their fuckin throats, the gang will pledge their loyalty to me. It seemed that she didnt hold much affection for her family members. Is that what you want? My father and brother might not give two shits about me, but every man we have on the streets.theyre the ones that will make your life a living hell. Vivian moaned and grunted, doing her best to stimulate his cock as she wriggled her plump bottom.