And then I slide it inside. My hand wraps around her throat, not choking her, just holding her there as I work the handle deeper. Her foot digs into my ass, a moan slipping free.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Be a good fucking girl and take the knife.”
She moans as I slide it deeper, then slowly out. The blade cuts into the fabric of my gloves, but I don’t care. It can slit my skin, but I won’t stop.
I watch her face as I fuck her. She looks so gorgeous caught in the throes of passion. Helpless to do anything except feel the metal inside her body.
I release her throat and carefully drop to my knees in front of her. She looks surprised as her head tilts forward, watching me.
My mouth wraps around her clit, teasing it with my tongue, while I fuck her faster with the handle. I hear her head bump the wall as she crumbles against it, palms flat.
I start licking, then suck her into my mouth. Her leg is over my shoulder, using me and the wall to keep from sliding to the floor.
Her moans grow louder, chest heaving, as I lick her faster, moaning as I suck on her clit. Her pussy is soaked, the sounds of the knife moving in and out flowing beneath the fabric of the mask.
Her entire body trembles as she moans my name. “Sebastian. Oh, God. I’m gonna?—”
I suck her harder, fucking her faster with the knife, ignoring the way it’s cutting into the glove.
And then she’s screaming my name, falling over thecliff. She arches into my mouth, her body shuddering as she comes on the knife.
I slowly pull it out, then move lower, tasting her come. Her sweaty palms slide against the wall, making a screeching sound. Her leg grips me tighter, like she’s trying not to fall.
I toss the knife on the floor, my hands gripping her ass, holding her steady as I feast on her. She tries pulling away, muttering “sensitive,” but I don’t let her go.
And then she’s wiggling around, trying to get away, but I don’t let her. I keep licking and sucking on her until she begins shaking again, screaming my name as she has yet another orgasm.
I hold her tight, licking her through it until she stills. Then I lower her to the floor, pushing the knife away, her back and head leaning against the wall, panting.
Licking my lips, I stare at her flushed face. Her green eyes are like emeralds, vibrant in the lights from the living room that spill into the hallway.
I lift the mask higher so she can see my face.
“You’re mine, now, Ivy,” I smirk. “And I’m yours.”
Her eyes glow.
“The man you stalked belongs to you.”
A slow smile curves her lips.
“Don’t look so victorious.” My hand wraps around her throat. I kiss her cheek, then hover over her lips.
“You belong to your stalker. And if you think I’m letting you go, you’re mistaken.”
Then my mouth seals over hers, my kiss a promise I fully intend to keep.
32
IVY
Even though I’m lying on the floor, my body like Jello from the mind-shattering orgasms Sebastian just gave me, I’m still riding the high of seeing him masked and commanding.
The moment he told me to stay still, something inside me lit up in relief.
I wanted to prove I can follow just as easily as I can lead.
I can still taste myself on his tongue. That’s a new experience for me. Can’t say I don’t like it, though.
