But after last time, I can’t think about it right now.
His fingers graze over my clit. He swallows down my gasp as it escapes from my mouth. When his fingers press up inside of me, it causes my back to arch and a chuckle to escape from him, pulling away and looking at me. I’m not sure what I’m in for when the corner of his lips crook up, a devilish grin spreading onto his lips. His hands pushing the tops of my jeans down my thighs, his smirk growing with each centimeter of exposed leg. As they reach the bend in my knee, I watch him as he moves, lowering himself, pushing the rolling chair he was sitting in backwards until it smacks the wall.
I watch him as he pulls my jeans all the way down and kneels between my thighs.
“Wha—what are you doing?”
“Repaying you for what you did.” A full grin breaks across his face as he slowly separates my thighs, pressing kissing along the inside of them. Sliding my panties to the side as he reaches my pussy and running his tongue up, slipping into me as it trails over my slit and makes its way to my clit, his mouth latching on around it and sucking, slipping a finger inside of me and causing me to fall backwards onto the desk, gasping as I feel him caressing me inside.
My head tips over to the right, gasping, as I catch the reflection of us in the mirror on the wall. I watch him as he kneels between my thighs, even with my leg in the way I can see how he looks up at me. I watch as his head moves with each lick, with each thrust of his fingers into me. I groan as I’m distracted and my eyes fall from his face down to where his left hand has a grip around his cock, pumping his hand overtop of himself, a groan coming out heavy against my clit, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
Opening my eyes back, they widen when they lock with Zane’s in the mirror and I can see the crinkle at the corners of them as my leg conceals his smirk. His arm moves once more, and he glances down, as if to tell me to watch him, so I do.
My eyes trail down his body, watching his fist pumping over his cock more feverishly this time as his tongue comes to my clit, flicking against it, I feel his teeth press against it, causing my back to arch off of the desk, feeling over stimulated.
His mouth leaves my clit as he removes his fingers from inside of me. I whimper out loud, bringing a chuckle out of him before the pad of his thumb comes down, brushing against me. I can feel him as he pushes his tongue inside of me, slowing down the movement of his hand to match the rhythm of his tongue. My core tightens as I watch the little foil wrapping come into view and he releases himself before he pulls out the condom, rolling it over himself, and starts to stroke himself again.
And almost as if by now he’s completely figured out my body, he brings me right up to the brink before he pulls away from me.
And I’m a whimpering mess for him again.
I can feel his warm breath as his deep voice comes out, caressing me. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” He demands.
And who am I to deny him of his demands?
His eyes connect with mine through the mirror and I watch as he stands up, his jeans only pushed down enough to expose his cock as he looks away for a moment, I watch him as his eyes trail up my body, and his face softens as he looks down at me. His lips turn up, not in the mischievous look he normally has, but a look that I’ve never seen on him before. A look that causes my stomach to tighten and those goddamn bats start again.
Quickly those thoughts are gone and his face turns to complete euphoria, sliding his cock inside of me, feeling myself stretching around him. I watch in the mirror as his hand comes around, gripping onto my face and pulling it over to look at him as he squeezes my cheeks while slamming his lips down to mine, slamming himself inside of me. A gasp falls out of me as his teeth come down, biting down onto my lip, hard. This time I whimper at the slight pain.
“Oh, my poor little psychopath.” He chuckles sarcastically as he lets go of my lip, looking down at me. “Does that hurt?” Slowly I nod my head, and he lets out a dark laugh. “But you love it when I fucking do it, don’t you?” Again, I nod my head. “Oh no, Tatum, I need to hear you say it. Say what you want.”
“I want you—” I’m cut off as he thrusts into me so hard that all I can do is gasp out again. “—make me bleed.” I cry out, making him laugh as he leans into me again.
“What was that?”
“I want you to make me bleed.” His eyes widen as if he hadn’t just heard what I said a moment before. He bites down on his lip before his right hand releases my thigh as he moves quickly, removing his knife from his pant’s pocket.
I watch as the light glints off the metal of the knife as he flips it open. Revealing the blade and the lowering it as he slams back into me. Stilling his hips as he presses the blade to my skin. I can feel the scratch as he moves it cautiously over my hip bone.
Not what I meant, but also not, not what I mean, either.
My eyes widen as he remains still before looking up at me. A slow smirk spreads across his face as I feel the knick of the blade as he presses it into my flesh a second time. I hiss out to as the sting consumes me.
“Fuuuck.” The word trails from him. Leaning over, he smirks as his lips press to mine again, slipping his tongue inside as he pounds into me and pulls away. “Your pussy clenched so goddamn hard just then.” He groans into my ear before he straightens up again, looking down at me, slowing to a stop and I watch him as he moves his hand, gripping the knife before he presses it into my flesh once again. His groan drowning out the sound of the gasp that again escapes from me.
Looking at him as he moves his arm, pulling the blade from my skin, he smirks at me and my eyes trail down his body to where my blood has smeared onto the leather of his kutte. He presses the blade to my skin one last time and I whine this time, the stinging from the other two making the last one almost to be too much, but I look up at him as he’s smiling still, looking down at his handy-work and moving his hand to the right, setting it down on the tabletop before he slams into me once more. Gripping my hips, pulling me hard against him, leaning over as he aggressively takes my lips. Grazing the seam of them until they part, his tongue meeting mine as we press against one another, the passion radiating from both of us as he continues to piston his hips into me, pushing me up the desk with each thrust, but wrapping both of his arms around my thighs and pulling me back to him, slamming into me.
I can feel my walls closing in around him, contracting, feeling every inch as it slips inside of me, pushing against my inner walls, my stomach tightening, his hands gripping onto me harder, I’m sure I’ll have tiny little fingertip bruises later.
Reaching up, I grab ahold of his arm, pulling him down to me, groaning into his mouth as he consumes my lips and swallows down one another’s murmurs as my walls crumble down around him and he tenses, breaking us apart again, and moans out as he releases and stills completely inside of me.
Leaning into me, he kisses me once more before pulling out of me and smirking. He surprises me when he leans over and I feel a slight stinging as his tongue makes contact with where the knife sliced my skin. He laps up my blood before he looks up at me and I just shake my head as I see his bloodstained teeth.
“You’re a freak.” I jokingly mumble out, making him laugh as he leans overtop of me again, whisking his lips against my ear.
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I have a little idea.” I laugh, sitting up. “You got blood on your kutte.” Pointing down to where it pressed against my hip.
