“I trust you with this and any other weapon you might choose.” She unsheathes it and reverses her hand on the hilt, holds it so the point is on her breastbone. The blade is like an arrow ready to pierce her heart.
The drumbeat begins, thudding louder, urging me to use it on her. Instead, I employ what I have learned to rein in the urgent drumbeat and push it to the rear, relegate it to where it should be—in the basement of my forbidden desires. I no longer try to deny these thoughts; I acknowledge them and leave them simmering.
Reading up on psychology and sitting cross-legged on the bed, night after night, studying her semi-naked body, imagining my wildest fantasies, and saying no to the bad ones, I realized it’s always been within me—not the demon but this moral compass. I was merely afraid of myself.
Like it or not, he, that killer, is now also me.
But I can win.
I take the knife from her hands, let the weight and sharpness of it fan those flames, then I place it on the seat.
“Stop trying to make me do this before I say I will. I was about to fuck your brains out today anyway. But this?” I tap the knife where it lies on my other side. “It was unnecessary. You need punishing.” I smile to soften this. This is for fun. Fear is not something I want to play with. Or not yet.
“I do?” Her eyes are wide.
“Yes.” I stand and heave her to her feet, then sit myself down again. “Take off those shorts and lie over my lap.” I pat my thigh and wait.
If those observers are out there, they’re going to get an eyeful.
Her tongue sneaks out and pokes at her lip, but then she obeys and kicks off her shoes, then partially undresses, baring herself below the waist before lying down over me. Her plump ass is exactly where I want it.
That she wriggles in place, her pussy grinding a little on my cock, is calculated to arouse me. So, I pinch her inner thigh and hold her down.
“Ow!”
“Be still.”
When I cup one ass cheek, dragging the fullness of it away from the cleft, her ass hole and her pussy peek out. My toes curl in my boots.The knife, my demon whispers. Exhaling, I begin to spank her and deliver ten slow smacks. The crisp slaps echo in the stillness of the lake. The reddening of her skin takes a moment to occur, and I draw slow circles on her and sigh. I delve deeper, brushing along her swelling lips, listening to her small noises.
She still wriggles, but only because I provoke her. I teaseher entrance with my fingertips, amused by how the glistening line of wetness grows thicker and a dribble escapes her.
She lets out a small moan as I plunge one finger inside her.
Those simmering feral desires are stirring, and I decide to let them have some say in this.
I pick up the knife.
“Be still while I do this.Verystill.” I place the hilt of the knife at her cunt entrance and slowly worm it about, inserting it between her lips. Shallow at first. It easily slides in, though her cunt muscles squeeze rhythmically as I pump the hilt in and out.
Fuck me though. The obscene presence of a knife blade sticking from her while she gasps and squeezes her thighs inward… It’s the perfect aphrodisiac. My cock strains against my pants cloth, especially when she rocks a little and presses on my erection.
“I should fuck you here, on the bench. I can’t spank you anymore like this, can I?” I chuckle. “I need a photo.”
“Mmm.Please? Not the photo!”
I lean over and bite her ass for the first time since…since what feels like forever. She squeaks as my teeth dig deep but stays where I told her to.
“Another, please, and I will.” I start to fuck her with the knife hilt, sure that somewhere, across the lake, someone else is jacking off to this. I stop dead, lean in to speak to her ear. “You know I love you, right?”
Her groan is of the exasperated variety. “Yes!”
I give her one pump, and again I stop with it inside her to the limit, with the guard on the knife hilt pressed flat to her cunt. “You’re sure? And what about you?” I muse as I pop the knife from her. “Do you love me?”
Another groan. “Why? What did I do? Yes, Kail Stone, I love you, and if you don’t dosomething…”
At which point I toss the knife behind the seat, haul myself out from under her, and drag her off the end until she’s bent over it. Then I unzip and lean over her and ram inside in one breathtaking thrust. Her head jerks up, her back arches, and she fumbles to grab the sides of the seat. When she looks back at me her mouth is a gapingO.
I drive in hard again, just to see her eyes slam shut and that mouth stay wide and open, as the shock of my cock taking her overwhelms her mind with desire.
