“Just an inch, baby.”
It was the endearment that did me in. I loved baby as much as flower girl.
Adjusting my position, I fitted the end of the handle to my core and pushed it into me, my body giving way.
I throbbed around the intrusion. To Kane’s urgent encouragement, I fucked myself with it a few times.
A moan slipped from my lips.
“Tell me how it feels,” he asked.
“G-good. But not as good as you.”
“Pull it out. Pick up the knuckle-dusters.”
I dropped the weapon onto the sheets and grabbed the next, taking a peek at the screen. Kane watched with his lips parted. He smiled at the glimpse of my face.
“You’re doing so well. Now put your fingers through the holes and tease your clit.”
I threaded the tool onto my hand, the holes a little big, though it fitted into my fist. It was more narrow and long than the mental image I had of the typical version.
I returned the camera view so he could see me rub it up and down that sensitive bundle of nerves. On each pass, my body was loosening. Getting impossibly wetter. Desperately, I wished he was there so he could play as well.
“What would you do if you walked in the room now?”
Kane exhaled hard. “I’d be on your tits. My mouth, my cock. They’re being neglected, and I bet your nipples are so hard. If I sucked them, I’d probably come over ye.”
“I’d let you.”
“Move your hand faster,” he urged.
I worked the knuckle-dusters into my flesh until I arched my back for the next hit. The game we played had turned me on so quickly, as much from his admiration and words of praise as from what I was doing to myself.
“Push them inside ye.”
I stalled and slid them off my fingers, pressing the rounded edge where he wanted them to go. They were wider than the knife but slipped inside easily a couple of inches. Deeper than the handle had gone.
I tugged them in and out, the smooth edges teasing me where it forced my entrance wider, each bump a thrill.
“I’ve broken bones with those on my fist. I’ve put down arseholes who came at me with the intent to end my life.”
I moaned at the thought.
“All the way in. Make me never forget this fucking incredible sight.”
Heat rushed over me at the devotion in his tone. Slowly, I pressed the knuckle-dusters in deeper and deeper, gasping at the feel when they were in so far my body accepted them completely.
Kane swore and swore again. “Leave them there. Pick up the gun.”
Breathing hard, I collected the last impromptu sex toy, though a warning played out in my mind. “I can’t. I’m scared.”
“What of?”
“Guns kill people.”
“I kill people, baby. Ye put me inside you.”
An urgent laugh fell from my lips. For his viewing pleasure, I stroked myself with the barrel of his gun, the metal cold on my hot flesh.
