“How does it feel?”
“Not as thick as you.” She whimpered. “Cold.”
I took control of the knife, pulling it free from her clinging folds and, before she could mewl a complaint, stabbing it into the mattress. Her eyes widened, but I noticed the stutter in her breathing, the way her pupils swelled, how her tits flushed.
“Fuck my knife,àncilu mia.”
A keening cry escaped her as she arched higher on her knees then slipped the hilt into her cunt. When she rocked her hips like she was fucking my cock, I knew I could come from watching her do this. Only the promise of getting inside her helped me control myself.
Swallowing, she arched her head backward and I lost eye contact for a few seconds as she carried on pumping it into her.
I’d seen some shit in my life, had watched some sexy as fuck scenes play out, but I knew, point blank, nothing could compare to this. Nothing would ever beat it.
“One moment,liunissa. Stay still.”
Her dazed eyes found mine, but that moue of disapproval had me unfastening my fly and pulling out my cock.
“Keep that mouth and pussy busy, Kitty,” I ordered, grinding my teeth when she dove on my dick like a starved woman.
“That’s it. Fuck,duci. What you do to me.”
I cursed as she licked me up and down like a popsicle, getting me wet. Mouth pursing as she drizzled a long drop of saliva over the tip.
Her tongue circled the mushroom head, dipping in and out of the small slit that was already releasing pre-cum for her. My hands cupped her cheeks before I smoothed my fingers along her jawline, bridging them at her nape. Her hips bucked with every inch I conquered until she rocked in time to my thrusts.
Every single one let me sink in deeper.
She took more of me each time, making me moan in agony because this was truly painful. This much pleasurehurt.
Kitty swallowed around me, taunted me with her tongue, shaped the underside, stroking my veins, making me hyperaware of every inch she feasted on.
When she mewled, it only amped up the sensation, and it was the trigger I needed to grate out, “Are you touching that little clit, Kitty? You’d better be. I want you to get off on my dagger. I want you to fuck yourself on it. I want to smell you over the leather.
“That’s going to be my favorite knife now. I’ll always carry it on me and I’ll remember this moment.
“The moment my woman embraced the power of her position.”
She released a keening wail, one that shifted into a whimper that had my hips bucking, leaving me feeling strung out on the pleasure she gave me so freely.
My hands in her hair and at her nape encouraged her to take me deeper while offering support. Then, she rocked my goddamn world—her hands tugged my pants farther down, one rose to grab a hold of my balls, and the other drifted close to my leg, dragging the ornate but chilled Anjou rubies along my thigh.
The dual touch, the gems rubbing over me, and the tangled silk knot in my fists combined as she yanked down on my balls, forcing a yowl out of me that’d have done a goddamn tom cat proud as I blew my load. So much that she choked on it, that it spilled from her lips, oozing over her chin as my cum fell onto her lap, sliding along her inner thighs and onto the mattress.
When she scooped up my seed and rubbed it into her clit, I felt like my skin was too tight for my body.
She drove me crazy.
She made me mindless.
She turned me from a man into a beast.
And I loved her for it.
The freedom that came with her touch, the liberty in a submission that tasted ofher, all found within her.
My woman.
Mine.
