“You trust me,” I remind her. “Unconditionally.”
She’s already nodding before I finish speaking. “Unconditionally,” she breathes.
The cloak slides down her body like a second skin, puddling around her feet. She stands before me, delightfully tempting in a white shirt and breeches.
Moonlight glints off the blade as I run my index finger along the pristine metal. With a turn of my wrist, I grip the flat of the sharpened steel. I gesture at her with a nod of my chin. “Take off those breeches before I cut them off you.”
Needing no further coaxing, Rapunzel does as I command. Then she widens her stance to give me unfettered access to her sex. The little imp even lifts her shirt to bare her lower body to my greedy gaze. The whisper of a cool breeze prickles her skin. But the slide of my sword’s pommel up her pale inner thigh causes her to shiver. It’s enthralling, the image of my weapon against such pure flesh. And when she squeezes her eyes closed against the decadent sensation of cold metal, I hook a finger under her chin.
“Eyes on me, Princess.” I tease the hilt higher, closer to the juncture of her thighs. “I want you to watch me while I fuck you with my sword.”
I live by the blade, and one day I’ll likely die by it. Death and destruction collide each time I pull this sword from its sheath. To me, it’s an extension of my body, and after tonight, when I hold it in my hand, I’ll feel this moment against my palm.
Her moan echoes on the quiet night as her lids slowly lift. When I drag the simple, round pommel along her soaked slit, evidence of her arousal streaks the handle. She rises onto her tiptoes. As if I’ll allow her to escape what I’m about to do.
“Keep your feet flat on the ground.” I tease her bottom lip with a little bite. “You’ll take what I give you like a good girl, Rapunzel.” I snake an arm around her waist, with my palm pressed to the small of her back. “Disobedience isn’t an option.”
She comes down off her toes and releases a strained, ragged breath. “Please.”
“Please what, Princess?” I lick the seam of her mouth, relishing her sweet flavor. “You enjoy it when I hurt you.” To prove this, I push the pommel in just enough to give her a sample of the relentless steel. “Do you know why?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me,” I growl.
She’s exquisitely vulnerable. Raw. I burn this moment deep in my mind to take with me to Hell. “It makes mefeel.” She hitches in a whimper. “When you touch me…your hands, they make me forget what it felt like when I was numb.” I reward her honesty with another slow tease of the sword’s pommel along her cunt. She rocks her hips, chasing the steel. “More.”
“Then get on your back and open those pretty legs nice and wide for me.”
I don’t have to tell her twice.
Rapunzel pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside before falling to the dirt. What a sight she is, bathed in the pale glow of the moon with her glorious golden hair spread out around her. I drop to my knees in the space between her spread calves. With my hand carefully closed around the sword’s blade, I part her lips and torment her with the pommel.
She arches her back. Wriggles her hips. “Please, Quinn. I need…”
“I know what you fucking need.” I push the pommel in just a little. To give her a taste of what’s coming.
Her hips shoot right off the dirt to capture more of the steel. She throws her arms wide and rakes her fingers through the dirt, whimpering. Keeps her eyes locked on me. They’re alive with excitement as I give the sword a slight twist. “That’s evil,” she gasps.
“Youdoknow who I am.” I lean forward, brace my weight on one arm, and drop my head to kiss her hard. Plunge my tongue into her mouth and swallow her next groan before grinding against her lips, “Take a deep breath.” At my instruction, she gulps in the crisp air. “Keep those legs apart, or I’ll bind your ankles and tie them to a tree to force them open.”
The threat works. Her obedience feeds the feral side of me that craves depravity in all its bloody glory. That needs to skate along the edge where pain melts into pleasure and life meets death.
Rapunzel, trembling from the cold and pleasure, is fucking exquisite. She’s soaked, wetting the way for the steel as I feed in more. Her body stretches, accepting the ruthless hilt until her pussy swallows the pommel. I savor her every breath and moan, intoxicated by her pleasure as I push in deeper. Slowly. Allow her body to accommodate the metal. Rub the handle’s cold, unyielding definition along her warm and tender walls.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasp. “Every time my hand is on my sword, I’ll remember your cunt wrapped around it.”
I claim her mouth, dominating her. Demanding all she has to give. Everything she is—and then more. I work her pussy with a slow and steady ruthlessness, pumping the weapon in and out of her. The blood from my hand makes a mess, the skin fighting to heal, but the constant slide of the blade against flesh keeps the wound open. And when she moves her hips in time with my thrusts, I smile savagely against her lips.
“You are fucking perfect.”
“Oh, God, Quinn, more,” she begs breathlessly. “It feels so good.”
“That’s it,” I encourage. The coppery tang of blood in the air builds a painful pressure at the base of my spine. It works its way up my rigid shaft, forcing a growl from me as I ache to bury myself inside Rapunzel. “Beg me, Princess. Beg me for what you need.”
“Please…” She claws my shoulders, ripping at my flesh with her nails. “Quinn, please. I need more.”
“Not good enough,” I taunt.
