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It’s not like I can move much anyway, but the second he leaves, I do find the strength to touch myself. Slowly, I dip the tip of my finger in and out of my pussy. That’s not how I would usually do it, but I don’t feel like myself tonight. I’m desperate for something to fill me. I want to clench around a hardness inside me.
“My, my. I left a naughty slut without supervision.”
My head falls to the side, and Nate has never looked so imposing as he does standing next to my bed right now.
“Do I have to teach you a lesson?”
I’m smiling. I think I am. And I nod my head languidly. “Yes,” I rasp. “Teach m-me.”
“Teach you what, baby?” He takes off his t-shirt, throwing it to the side, and his jeans and boxers are next. “To behave? To not touch yourself when you’re not allowed? Tsk, what a silly little slut you are.”
I shake my head as much as I can when he straddles me. “To belong to you,” I slur. “Make me. F-force me.”
The mattress dips, his hard dick against my stomach.
That’s when I see the kitchen knife.
“Teach you how to belong to me,” he repeats. “That would be my pleasure, little sunflower.”
He brings the knife to my throat, and the consciousness of the danger is here, but somehow, not the reflex to defend myself. My hands slowly come to rest by my head, and I follow my instinct of letting him do whatever he wants.
“You look so beautiful like this. So helpless. You’re such a pretty victim.”
My eyes flutter closed, and they take forever to open again. “I could kill you,” he murmurs.
And I’m not even scared of it.
He drags the knife down and presses the tip in the hollow of my throat.
I whimper when he cuts my skin. It’s superficial, but in my state, I feel like everything is enhanced.
He lowers himself, licking the blood from my skin, and drags it up my throat, painting me crimson. Straightening, he drags the blade down to my nipples, pressing it against each piercing he put there, then to my stomach, and shifts down my legs to access my pussy.
“Have you ever been fucked with a knife?”
A pit opens in my stomach.
“N-nate…”
“I want to put the hilt of this knife inside your pretty cunt. Aren’t you desperate to feel something inside you?”
Wetness floods my pussy in response.
“You don’t need to answer,” he chuckles. “I can see it very clearly. Lie still.”
He spreads my legs, settling between them rather than on them. “What a beautiful cunt you have, baby.”
He brings a hand to my jaw, presses to the sides of it, and forces me to open. “Keep your pretty mouth open for me, will you?”
And then he presses the hilt of the knife against my tongue. “Suck it. Make it wet for yourself.”
My tongue curls around the object, and I suck it into my mouth. I do it for as long as he keeps it there, and I’m panting when he finally pulls it out.
“Very good. Relax, baby. I’ll make you feel good.”
I startle when I feel the handle against my entrance. “W-wait.”
“No.”
