Ahaha. Predictable~

[ He'll get what he wants after she's had some more time to admire how much she's battered him. Maybe there's something to it, the idea that there's beauty in destruction. She almost wants to take a picture of it, but no. She doesn't want even the slightest chance of someone else stealing a glimpse of her work. This would remain their secret objet d'art. ]

I'm a little sad you came without me, though... [ Her hand lifts. Will she strike him again...? No. She's simply petting the top of his hair, matted with blood. ] I hope there's more left for me?

[ She lightly kisses his bloody lips, keeping up her soft pets while her hips grind against him harder, swirling their fluids into one. A small detour before he gets his other prizes. ]

Here.

[ As she sits up a bit, she reveals the knife she'd pulled out of the basket while kissing him. It'd been her original target before he got too defiant. Not to use on him, however. If he'd obeyed her sooner, he would've learned that the easy way!

Her eyes shut, she grits her teeth...then drags the knife across the top of one of her breasts. The gasp of pain is short, and soon bright red blooms around the spray of purple. It meanders down and gathers around her nipple while she nudges her chest closer to his lips. The pain of others isn't the only thing she loves, it seems.

She drops the knife, panting, throbbing wildly against his cock as she waits. ]

Now...a part of me can be inside of you, too.