Mysterious Woes

Always Forgive Me

The BMW leaped forward, jerking my head back into the seat. Street lights flickered on one by one as we sped by. Purple and red danced in the polluted Pretoria sky. Dava sat back in her seat, her eyes glued to the speeding road. Her face was contorted into a scowl. A scowl aimed at me and my actions. I had told her my secret to keep. One she wouldn't forgive. But she would forgive me. We stopped at another light and I admired a woman in the next car. Her blonde hair falling so innocently around her face. "Stop doing that!" Dava hollered into my ear, gripping my thigh with crushing pain. I didn't waver. I had been through worse. "Make me." I dared her and glued my eyes to the woman now. Her fingers wrapped around my chin and tugged harshly towards her. The feeling was exhilarating. "You are mine!" She screamed again and took off, running the red light, nearly colliding with an ugly looking Golf. "Then f*****g show me I am!" I screamed back. She took this as a dare and ran off the road onto hard ground. Dava will be pissed about her scratched body tomorrow.

"You f****d another girl! I am your girl! Wait until the gang finds out about this." She muttered the last part more to herself than me. "They would think their boss is a fool." She bit out angrily. I fumbled my fingers into my long tangled brown hair. "Then they are fools. You are strong... you are unyielding... a true leader to the syndicate." I murmured it. "I can't control my own wife!" She growled again. A flash of a blade caught in the streetlight. The sharp edge held to my throat. "I'll make you listen to me." She muttered, pressing the blade closer to my skin. Taking her hand in mine, I cut a clear stroke through the soft tissues under my chin. Blood trickled down my throat. "Try me." I flashed my smile. The one she knew all too well.

I took the knife in my own hands and cut it straight across my wrist. Blood trickled out from the shallow cut. Greed clouded her eyes and she lunged out of her seat and grabbed my left wrist. Her lips found the wound and she started licking up the metallic liquid. A moan escaped my lips, spurring her on even more. Hitching up my already short dress, I touched the damp lacy panties. Another moan.

At my moan, Dava moved my arm more towards her and bit down on my forearm, drawing blood. The pain sprinted through me, causing c*m to pool at my groin even more. I groaned in pleasure. "You are mine. Now you bare my mark to show it." She hissed through bloody teeth. "Then come show me I'm yours." I purred at her. My left arm jerked out of her grip and fumbled for the lever to move me back. Once the seat was all the way back, Dava maneuvered herself in between my legs and the floor of the car. The knife was still in my right hand. She took it hastily and slashed open the front of my dress, exposing my breasts and leaving a trail of fresh blood down my belly. I moaned with the contact. Her lips found mine, trapping me in a fierce kiss, one that left my lips blue. She bit down on the bottom one, breaking the skin. The blood droplet ran down my lips and neck, joining the growing pool on my stomach. The knife flicked another line over my n****e. Pain as sharp as shards ran through my system, kicking up the adrenaline. The effect was as good as cocaine. As good as the ones her little minions sell for her.

She moved down to my breast, capturing it harshly. Her teeth bit and sucked at the already hard tip. I rubbed myself through the panties, causing sparks of friction out of this world. By now my c*m had seeped onto the leather seat. Dava placed her thigh firmly on my groin, trapping my hand there. But as she moved to angle herself for my neck, I broke my hand away. She bit down on the side of my throat so harshly that I bucked my hips in ecstasy. Slowly she moved to my ear lobe and started toying with it as well. Her hand never once moved from my other breast. She pinched it and tugged it to the sky. All the while I'm running my own groin against her thigh, hoping for more friction. When I did it again, Dava tore away from my throat and cut my thigh open. A groan of pleasure built in my chest, but I kept it at bay. She moved herself lower to where the cut was and licked the trickling blood from my thigh, all the way up to my panty. In her haste, she nicked the lace and tore it free from my body. It was almost enough to send me over the edge.

"You are mine." She growled, right before she plunged her lips to my swollen c**t. Her rough tongue slid over the sensitive area, making me squirm in the seat. Dava lapped circles around and over it, starting my long accent into pleasure. The tongue dipped low, touching the top of my entrance. This sparked something inside of me. I dug my nails into her back underneath her shirt, dragging them to her neck. With one move, I cut the material from her body, exposing her perky breasts. But that is as far as I came, because Dava picked up her pace. She bit my inner thighs, sending neurons flying into my pleasure center. Her mouth then trailed up my blood coated stomach, licking off the wet trail, leaving behind her own DNA. She bit down just under my right breast, drawing more blood. Her thigh had found its way between my thighs again, rubbing me in all the right ways. She clamped down onto my cut n****e again and sucked with all her might. I moaned in delight, relishing her control over my body. My c*m had stained her jeans by now. When she captured my mouth in a kiss, I saw my chance and took hold of her breast in my hand. With my other hand I flicked the knife over her sternum and stomach as well, letting the fresh crimson mix with mine. She moaned into my mouth, spurring me forward, causing my groin to grind against her leg. "f**k me." I whispered, barely able to form those words.

She looked at me and smirked. Just as she was about to enter me, a cop stopped beside us. A female. Long red hair. Natural. She banged on the window, but Dava didn't stop. She thrusted into me, making me scream out in pleasure. She banged into me with a fast hard pace, hitting all the right spots. Snaking my arm in between us, I started toying with my c**t. The extra feel bringing me closer to the edge. Dava changed her pace again, this time thrusting her entire body with her hand. It was rough. It will probably make me bleed. But the ecstasy coated my body in its embrace. By accident, Dava opened the window. With barely open eyes, I looked outside. The cop now had her hand down her pants as well. A smirk plastered my face.

The bond between my sanity and concious finally broke, releasing me into sweet bliss. I screamed her name. Making Dava take me again in pride. With this added pressure, the orgasm ripped through me worse than any other before it. The car finally stopped rocking as Dava slowly eased to a stop. Her figure coated in sweat and c*m. My body rippled with the severity of my orgasm.

Dava finally looked over to the cop, seeing her toy with herself whilst watching us. She smirked and whispered into my ear. "We DO need a new mole..." and took the knife from my grasp. I looked towards the red head. Smiling to myself. Dava opened the door and stood. Her breasts fully exposed to the cop.

"Want to join?"