Holding me in place with one hand, his other drags the blade over my ass, leaving a tingling, slight from the sharp edge in its wake.
Chills wash over me, all the way up into the nape of my neck, and I grip the sheets to stay still, silently pleading for more of the almostpain, the stinging scratch that brings my whole body to life with fear and exhilaration.
“Good?” Cormac asks, doing it again, pulling a high-pitched keening from me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out in a whimper.
Another pleased hum reaches my ears from behind me, “I’m gonna break the skin this time, Brig, and you’re gonna bleed for me.”
I shouldn’t be into this. Should be running as far and fast as I can.
But the only reaction that occurs from the warning is a flood of wetness into my cunt and a primal groan from my mouth into the bed.
His empty hand sinks between my legs again, two fingers spearing me, making me cry out.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Honey, you’re soaked. You love this, don’t you?”
I frantically nod. I do love this.
Love that the only thoughts I’m capable of aremore, please,anddon’t stop.
Love the threat of controlled,safe, pain and fear.
His hand works me open, fingers scissoring and sinking in and out, the hot sound of my body swallowing his digits filling the room.
The blade rests flat against my skin, the silent threat making my head spin, the anticipation of the promised pain driving me insane as I try not to fuck myself on his hand.
“Jesus Christ, Brig,” he groans. “This pussy isdrenched. You hear how wet it is?”
I whimper, my body climbing towards orgasm again, my spine tingling.
The sharp blade twists slightly against me, the sharp point kissing my skin.
Cormac presses the wicked edge into me, the slight burn of it splitting the flesh, while his fingers drag against my G-spot, making me scream, pain and pleasure mixing into one sensation. He moves the blade down my cheek slightly before easing off the pressure,back to just scratching the surface all the way to my thigh before lifting it away, leaving a tingling, hot trail on my skin.
He releases a loud, filthy groan, fucking his hand into me faster, rubbing that spot relentlessly while the small slice in my skin blooms with blood, the warm liquid gently drifting down my skin.
“Holy fuck, Brig,” he pants. “You have no idea how fucking good you look right now. Jesus Christ, I’m so in love with you, my little masochist. I knew you’d bleed so beautifully for me, that you’d soak my fingers when you did.”
I can’t think straight. Can’t think at all.
All I’ve become is a living embodiment of sensation. I can feel my heart thundering, my fucking clit throbbing in time with it, the break in my skin echoing that pulse. The pleasure is so intense my toes curl, and my thighs shake.
Cormac chuckles with depraved satisfaction, and I distantly register the blade hitting the floor before he murmurs, “You can move now, Brig. I know you need to. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
I let loose a whimpering moan, writhing on his hand, letting the orgasm build freely now that I’m not at risk of really hurting myself.
“There it is,” he praises. “Keep going, baby.”
Little pants of his name and desperate moans escape me, pathetic littleoh, oh, oh’s as he curls his fingers again, and I’m so fucking close I can feel myself fluttering around him.
Cormac moans with me, thrusting his fingers into me and gripping my hip to pull me back onto them, curling and pressing.
I cry out his name, followed by an attempt at speaking, but it only comes out in manic, wailing chants ofplease, fuck, please, gonna come, oh god.
“Yeah?” he grunts, pressing a thumb into the sensitive, stinging slice on my ass, smearing my blood across my skin. “Come on, Brigit, let me have it. Give me that sweetness, I want it all over my hand.”
All of it is justtoo much, and the sensory overload shoves me violently over the edge into a screaming high, liquid gushing from my core as it pulses around Cormac’s fingers.
