My breaths come faster. I open my mouth.
Should I? “Kail?”
No answer.
Carefully, he lays the knife on the hood beside my hip, metal clicking on metal. He’s staring along my body, pushing up my dress, past my breasts, gathering it, tucking it high. I freeze when he picks up the knife and draws the flat of it over the undercurve of each breast, then curves it down to my navel, where the point pokes me, and hints at cutting my belly.
“Did you think I would stab you?”
I lick my lips. “No?”
“Liar. You were thinking it. What if I do. What if… You liked the scare.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now I know.” He winks at me then slaps the inside of my thighs. “Wider.”
I spread them, slowly.
Below, he parts my lips with his hands draped over me at the angle of thigh, with his thumbs sneaking into my entrance. Then he starts to lick.
That fear, that he might do anything, it rolls around. It twists me into a perverted desire, into being an object for him to play with. Obsession, all wrapped up in fear and love and trust.
And his filthy tongue keeps licking, curls over me, slides around my clit.
My breasts rise and fall as I gasp staccato breaths and desire soars.
Clouds and sky drift by, above, observing my seduction.
The naked knife remains, rocking on my stomach. I can see it past my breasts. I’m bared to the world, and under my ass my hands twist in the leather, testing the tie.
That it’s tight, that I can’t escape, and he has me. It’s fucking awesome.
I flop my head back and arch as he buries his face between my legs, inserts his tongue into me. Heat surges, washing through me from clit to breasts to every part of me that screams sex. He returns to merely licking and sucking.
But the knife…where is it?
The cold metal is missing from my skin, but he’s still torturing my overwrought clit with his finger and thumb. I swear at him, whispering, “fuck,fuck, fuck,” as that knife is pressed to my cunt and begins to sink inside.
“Take it. Just the hilt, girl. Swallow it into your wet cunt, and I’ll let you come.”
Let me?
The hilt, only the hilt.But still…
He works it in further, starts to play and fuck me with it properly. “Only dirty girls come from knives being stuck in them.”
“Fuck!” I gasp, trembling with need.
“And your cunt’s greedy as fuck.” He thrusts it in another inch, rotates it, pulls it out, almost, then squeezes it in.
“Ohhh.Ffff…” I jam my eyes shut. As he holds it inside me, I’m shaken by a mini climax. I spasm down, feeling the rigidity of this foreign object, and it becomes, somehow, theperfect abomination. That he can do this to me,wantsto do it.
I’m panting, struggling to catch enough air, and the knife twists.
“So warped seeing this sticking out of your pretty cunt,” he purrs that, extracts the knife, then swipes my clit with his tongue, then rotates the knife back in. It feels like it slides deep. My walls crush in as he recommences his destruction of my clit with his fingers.
I start to writhe, and he growls, “Don’t. Wriggle and cut me, and I will…”
