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“I can do whatever I want to you,” I say softly, glancing down, eyeing the lilac lace sitting low on her hips, before I’m focusing back on eyes of the same color. “I can mark you up, make you bleed. Bite you, bruise you, cut you, fuck you.” I press the knife to her flesh, a little red line forming, the skin unbroken. “I can scar you.”
“Yes, Flynn.Yes.”
“I can do all of that. But, Poppy, I’m not going to hurt you to make you feel small. To put you in a place you think you need to be. To punish you for something you think you need to be punished for.”
I can see it in her eyes, the way she wonders if I can read her fucking mind. I can’t but I fucking wish I could. I run my mouth over hers, taking my time.
“But I can ruin you, and keep you, and make you mine.”
She says nothing, frowning slightly, the tip of the curved blade slipping beneath the edge of her panties, her tits brushing my chest with her heavy breaths, only funneling in through her nose. Lips pressing tightly together.
“I can’t do this with you and let you go, Poppy,” I drop my forehead to hers, our eyes still on one another but the view is blurred, we’re too close, but we don’t stop looking into each other's eyes. “You give yourself to me now, I will keep you forever, Angel.”
Her breath shudders in through her mouth as she parts her lips, the bottom one trembling, I feel it against my own, my tongue darting out to taste her, lap at the chewed skin, slip my tongue into her mouth.
“Give in to me,” I dig the knife in harder against her pelvis, so close to drawing blood with the controlled pressure, I can imagine the red indentation in her pale skin. “Give in to me. Stay with me. Let me make you feel and feel and feel. I. See.You.” I swallow, “Be mine.”
She is trembling, the door rattling at her back, the lock tinkling, her breath is heavy over my mouth, and I want to fucking eat her. It takes everything to keep off of her, to wait, to be patient. Something I’m not usually good at.
“Do you want me to beg you, Angel?” I huff a laugh over her mouth, her lips parting wider. “I can beg,” I whisper, nuzzling the tip of my nose over hers. Working my mouth to her cheek, lips beside her ear, our cheeks flush, “Please, beautiful Angel, please, let me devour you.” I nip her ear as I whisper the words.
Her hands fist tighter in the roots of my hair, my curls a frizz around her fingers, she yanks my head back, hard, my neck twisting, lips parting with a smirk. I’m wondering what it is she’s going to say, but she says nothing, a glint in her eye, a crease between her brows. She is panting, pushing me down to my knees, my hand slipping from the door, curling around her outer thigh as my shins hit the ground. The knife still held to her other hip.
I’m staring up at her, her down at me, and she’s hesitating, I can see it, she wants this without the connection. Something Ihave always wanted, until now, until her. I won’t do this unless she gives in to me.
“You want my mouth on you?” I ask her from her feet, my fingers tight in her skin, indenting her flesh. “You want me to beg you by shoving my tongue in your needy little cunt because you’re such a dirty little angel?”
“Yes,” she finally breathes, making my scalp bleed as she beds her nails into it, it makes my cock impossibly hard.
“You’re going to be mine after this, Angel,” I don’t ask it, I tell her.
And she’s pushing my mouth closer to her cunt and I’m holding still, only my breath blowing over the wet fabric between her thighs.
“You are, or we stop, I would never beg anyone else, Poppy. Onlymygirl.” She blinks heavily, her frown deepening, her nails like knives against my fucking skull. “Are you going to be my girl, Angel?” I swipe my tongue up the length of her, through the lace of her panties, tasting her on my tongue with a groan. “I want to fucking ravish you,” I tell her. “I want you to be mine, Poppy. I will be yours. Only yours.” I suck on her lips, the lace rough in my mouth. “Give into me.”
“Okay,” she whispers, my neck arched so far back I can hardly breathe. “Okay, Flynn,” she nods, her lips parted, shining and swollen with our kisses.
“Spit in my mouth,” I command her. “I’m gonna eat you so fucking good that you sob as you come on my tongue,” I tell her earnestly. Pink blooms in her cheeks, bright and high, and she worries her lip between her teeth, “Spit in my mouth, my filthy fucking angel.”
My lips part wider, waiting, and without further hesitation her saliva hits my tongue. My groan reverberates throughout the echo of the room and she’s moaning, peeling the skin off of my scalp with her nails in my skull and my blade is slicing throughthe flimsy fabric separating us. My mouth is suctioning over her clit, lips parting wider, consuming as much of her as I can. My tongue finding her entrance, teeth scraping over her lips, nibbling and sucking, feeling her drip down my chin.
My thumbs part her folds, stretching her wide, exposing all of her to me, to my mouth. My lips suck her wet flesh, earth and tart sweetness heavy on my tastebuds. My tongue laps up the length of her, swirling around her clit, sucking hard, teeth biting into her flesh.
I glide the blade over her mound, scratching but not cutting, and then I’m dragging it down towards her clit, my fingers and thumb spreading her wide so I can see every part of her.
I tap the flat of the blade over her clit, her teeth gritting, she groans, panting, but oh so still.
“You want to bleed for me, Angel?” I whisper, words blowing over her swollen, red clit. “Right here?” I ask her, pressing the point of the blade against it. “You want me to suck your blood from this pretty little clit and then fuck it into you with my tongue?”
“Flynn,” she breathes, her pulse thrumming in her inner thigh beneath the harsh grip of my splayed fingers. “Yes,”she cries.“Please.”
“Oh, Angel, I thought I was the one doing the begging,” I prick her skin as I laugh the words, barely a hiss escaping her teeth as she moans.
A bead of blood blooming on her swollen clit, I suck on it, drawing her blood onto my tongue, groaning at the taste of her. Feeling heady with her eyes on me, flicked down so she can watch me feast.
Holding her gaze, her thighs trembling, I suck the handle of the knife into my mouth, slathering it in her flavor. She stills, her teeth chattering, but she doesn’t stop me as I circle the wethandle around her tight little entrance, her cunt squeezing on nothing but air.
I push the knife handle into her, twisting it slowly as I grip the blade in the curl of my fingers, the blade just breaking skin, but I don’t focus on the slight sting as I watch the handle slowly disappear inside of her.
