Page 72 of Knife: Volume 1


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Tears flooded her eyes, but he was gone. Back between her legs.

He used the plastic flogger this time instead of the toothbrush. But slower, and not as hard.

It still hurt like fuck, but the very fact he’d backed off was… disappointing.

That wasn’t the deal. This was supposed to be about what he wanted to do to her. What made his dick hard. The cruelty he needed to inflict.

If she could dictate the intensity, the whole thing fell apart. She didn't want a sadist who pulled his punches whenshe complained. She wanted one who knew better than she did what she needed.

The flogger stopped, and he walked back around to her. Squatted low, so his face was on the same level as hers.

And even upside down, she could recognize his smirk.

“Hmmm. Little girls shouldn’t ask for things they don’t want.”

Then he stood and he was gone.

She jerked at a sharp prick to her clit. No, not the clit, the hood. It took her a second to realize he was using a needle on it. In and out. Then again, a little higher. Each pass sent a bright, stinging jolt through her most sensitive flesh.

Finally, the needle slid into the thicker meat well above the hood, pinning the skin upward and back. Exposing the unprotected glans beneath, so she could feel it throbbing in the open air.

He slid something onto the end of the needle to hold it in place, and slowly withdrew his fingers.

And then came the electric toothbrush again, and damned if it didn’t feel as if he’d gone up to a faster speed.

Everything was used again, but harder and more intense than before. The rubber bands, the vibrator, the plastic flogger. Whatever he was caning it with.

The pain was excruciating and endless. She screamed and thrashed, the binder clip on her tongue turning every sound into a garbled mess.

And she only had seconds between tools. He never let up. Never let her catch a full breath.

Never let herstop screaming.

She was actually relieved when he moved to her inner thighs, flogging them with a super-stingy flogger, figure eights on her inner thighs, occasionally taking a half-dozen swipes at her clit and pussy before returning to her thighs.

The vibrating plug in her ass kept changing patterns — low rumbles, sharp bursts, unpredictable waves — keeping her constantly on edge while he worked.

When she thought there was no skin left on the insides of her legs, the electric toothbrush came out again, directly on her clit. Sharp bristles buzzed against naked, overstimulated nerves with excruciating intensity. She couldn’t bear it. She screamed and jerked and cried, but she had no choice but to take it.

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding.

She didn’t think it was possible, but her body obeyed instantly.

The orgasm slammed through her in painful acceleration, her muscles spasming inside her, shattering her psyche and overwhelmingeverything. She screamed around the binder clip on her tongue as wave after wave ripped through her, her clit on fire, her ass muscles clenching around the still-vibrating plug.

While she was still coming, he slammed his cock into her pussy and hit bottom. Without time to get used to him, he fucked her like a madman while her pussy gripped and convulsed around his hard length.

His pelvic bone struck her freshly tortured clit with every brutal thrust, and she’d just come. It was too much,she couldn’t take it, but she couldn’t stop it. Her head dangled from her body, hair swinging, while he fucked her hard, the knee ropes gripping and holding her somewhat steady, but still, her head swung below her body, bouncing and jerking with every slam, completely at his mercy.

He ordered her to come again and again. Each time, her body shattered for him, the pain and pleasure twisting together until she couldn’t tell them apart.

When he finally came, he buried himself deep and emptied himself inside her with a low, guttural groan, and finally staggered back.

She thought he was done, but he walked around to her front, removed the binder clip from her tongue, and the rush of blood back into the crushed flesh made her scream again — but he immediately slid his softening cock into her mouth.

“Put your naughty, punished tongue to good use and get me hard again, little painslut. Not evencloseto being done with you.”

She did her best, licking and sucking despite the fact her tongue was on fire and didn’t want to cooperate. Her entire body was exhausted, but she did her best, and before long, he was hard again.