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Those perfect lips of hers press together in a line. She closes her eyes and takes a few breaths to calm herself, all while squeezing her thighs together like it will actually help. It gives me a moment to look her over and try to rein in my own raging emotions.
I took my time with her on the plane, knowing I’d need the memories to last me through the shitstorm I saw coming my way. In the end, it simply wasn’t enough. Each second of not being able to touch her has been agony. But adding in the searing pain of watching her with everyone except me…
She’s still wearing too many fucking clothes. I set my gun on the desk behind her, knowing if she makes a single flinch toward it, I’ll get there first.
Her eyes are closed, but they pop open when I grip her jacket and yank it halfway down her arms, and quickly push her back to the desk. It works to bind her hands next to her sides, though she doesn’t struggle to get away anymore. She’s desperate for anything I might give her now.
Next, I reach for her shirt. It’s made of silk with lace along the top edge and thin straps going over her shoulder. It gives a modest peek of her cleavage. I pinch the fabric in the middle to pull away from her skin so I can grip it with both hands. Her eyes go wide when she realizes what I’m about to do, but I give zero shits. I rip the shirt in half exposing her chest revealing that she chose not to wear a bra today.
“Such a whore, Raven. Going to a meeting with the mafia Don, not wearing a bra. It’s like you were begging for me to fuck you.” Breasts and cunt on display, just as she should be. I pick up my gun and hold it to her temple. “Thought I’d let you know, my little slut, this gun is loaded. I don’t want you to think that I wouldn’t risk your life.”
She moans through the sad excuse of a gag and her eyelids flutter. I love how messed up she is, getting off on the danger. The tip of my gun drags along her skin until I get to her chest. Both nipples are tight little nubs begging to be played with. Using the barrel, I run circles around the tips before flicking them back and forth with the cold metal.
While I’m using the gun on one of her tightened pebbles, I match the movements with my tongue and teeth on the other. Switching back and forth, driving her crazy. Her neck arches and her hips buck trying to turn my attention farther south.
Not today, you ungrateful little cunt. We’re doing things at my pace.
I continue torturing her nipples biting them, pinching them, stretching them out, until they are red and swollen. I really wish I had some clamps on me…
Her chest rapidly rises and falls and she gives me the sweetest whimpers. But none of that compares to the mewling sound she emits when I move the gun to her cunt. “Try not to move, little whore. I’m putting my finger on the trigger. You don’t want to jerk and have it slip, do you?”
With a moan her head tilts back and her spine arches, doing the exact opposite of what I just told her. Lucky for her I’m bluffing to get a reaction out of her, to make her heart pump a little faster, add a tad more danger. Fuck. I change my mind about not letting her have an orgasm. I need to feel her come on my gun, to know I can use anything I want on her, and she’d still get off on it, because it was me doing it.
Standing between her legs, I lean over her. Those gorgeous ice blue eyes of hers are already on me, watching my every move. She’s getting off on seeing the ways I’m using my gun on her. Fuck, maybe I can condition her to cum anytime I pull it out. I could be shooting a motherfucker and making her cum in her panties at the same time.
I don’t want to slide the gun in dry, even though she has to be even more soaked at this point, so I hold eye contact with her as I spit on it. If I didn’t have her mouth stuffed with her panties, I’d make her spit on it herself.
Her entire body shudders when I do, and I smirk at her response. Using a finger, I spread the saliva along the barrel and slide the gun along her slit, notching it at her entrance. “Remember the rules. You have to come on it before I stop fucking you with it.” She enthusiastically nods her head, and fucking hell if it doesn’t make me almost come in my pants.
I’m still too angry to prep her any more than she is, but my pain whore will probably like it. I slowly slide the smooth barrel into her, pushing in as far as it will go. When I pause, letting it fill her for a moment, I can feel her cunt squeezing down on the metal. “I knew you’d like it, Raven. Such a good slut.”
She uses her elbows to prop herself up so she can get a better view, and stares transfixed where the gun moves in and out of her glistening pussy. It’s a beautiful sight, the metal sliding out covered in her cream. “Goddamn, your cunt is so greedy, it’s absolutely soaked for my gun. Are you going to cum on my gun like a good little whore?”
A muffled moan escapes her lips and her hips shift back and forth, trying to fuck herself on it. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my gun stretching your pussy.” Sweet mewls fill my ears, and I need to hear more. I reach for her mouth and she instantly opens for me, allowing me to remove the panties. Her eyes are on me, and she’s licking her lips. The motion draws me in like a fucking drug. I need to kiss her so I can swallow her screams of pleasure.
First, though, I free her arms. “You’re such a filthy little slut. I want you to play with your clit like the dirty whore you are.” Her fingers meet her clit with a loud moan that I cut off with a hungry kiss, slamming my mouth to hers. She meets me with fervor, our tongues dancing, teeth clashing. She uses her free arm to hold me against her mouth. There’s a new desperation between us, a hunger that can’t be sated.
My muscles bunch as I pump the gun in and out of her, gliding smoothly. The wet sounds of her fingers on her bundle of nerves join in with her whimpers, and soon enough, she’s screaming her release in my mouth. Her body shakes on the desk as she rides it out, a beautiful enigma.
Watching her being consumed by pleasure is unlike any sight I’ve seen before, and it’s only made better that I can feel each and every contraction of her cunt around the gun. “Good girl,” I whisper against her lips. I slip the gun free and bring it to her lips. “Now suck it clean.”
Her mouth opens so I can slide the barrel in and her hands wrap around mine on the grip. She helps me guide the gun in her mouth as she holds eye contact. Her tongue licks the barrel like she’s giving in a blow job and with the sounds coming from her… you’d think it was the most delicious thing she’s tasted. While I can appreciate it’s covered in her unique flavor, it makes my cock jealous.
I guide the weapon from her mouth and lick along the barrel at the same time as her. Sharing the taste of her cream as her tongue touches mine at the same time. I drop the gun on the desk and she yanks my head to her for another angry kiss while I free my cock. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around me, guiding me closer to her. I slide inside her warmth and pick her up from the desk, immediately bouncing her on my hard length. Her hips roll and she tugs at my hair like she can’t get enough of me, that she wants me even closer.
“Fuck me harder, Vander! I need your cum. I need to feel it dripping from me for the rest of the day. I want to feel you between my thighs until we fuck again later.”
My hands slide up her back and wrap around her shoulders so I can slam her down with each thrust. Our skin slaps together and her walls close in around my cock, squeezing it. It’s all too good. Being inside her dripping cunt again, the way her core squeezes my cock, the sound of her voice… it all brings me closer to the edge.
She slams her mouth against mine, biting down hard on my bottom lip and enthusiastically licks at the blood she draws. The sight of the red smear on her lip sends me straight over the edge.
I thrust deeply, and hold her close as I spray her with my cum, giving her my load exactly like she begged.
My hand rests on her leg as we drive back to Enzo’s. She’s staring at me like I’m a complete mystery, like she doesn’t know what to make of my confession. It renders her temporarily mute, but I know it won’t last long. She’s about to burst with the questions swarming in her mind. Grayson will be angry I ruined his hard work. Or maybe he won’t since he can do it all again… this time though, I’ll be involved.
I can tell her anger is gone. She might not have fully forgiven me yet, but she won’t be keeping me at arm’s length anymore. Letting me touch her right now is proof of that.
“You fucked me with the knife?” she finally asks, as I knew she would.
