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“Rule two. Trust me. Completely. When I take you, remember I just broke the fucking law to get to you. To keep you safe. To keep you close. So I will not hurt you more than you need to be hurt.”
That word hurt gave her pause, and she searched my face as if looking for some hidden meaning there. I didn’t tell her anything more.
“I understand,” she said, with a deep breath of anticipation.
Now I palmed the knife, rotating it in my grip so that the blade was away from her, though she couldn’t see that for herself. With the blunt edge of the tip, I traced a line down her beautiful body.
Down her throat, her breastbone, her belly button. Then, keeping the knife against her thigh, I traced that same line with my tongue. As I licked my way down toward her pussy, I adjusted my body and shifted my hips so that my raging hard-on lay flat against the mattress.
“Open your legs, bent at the knee. Pillow behind your head,” I told her.
She paused for one second, watching me closely, and then did exactly as I asked, in the correct order. Now we’re fucking talking.
“Good girl,” I said, and then situated myself between her legs, with my face mere inches from her honey-sweet cunt.
I ate her out like it was my purpose in life. She tasted fucking amazing, and the heady scent of her cunt filled my brain and body like a double shot of whiskey.
Her clit was already swollen with desire, but the more I worked on her the more swollen it became. Once I’d had a solid dose of her, I pulled away slightly, not even bothering to wipe her wetness from my lips.
Her head lifted from the pillow and she looked at me as if to ask, with her innocent eyes, why in the world I had stopped. By way of answer, I pressed the steel of the blade against her creamy soft thigh. Her eyes flashed as it touched her. I fucking loved dancing this dance with her—this game of power and play, this negotiation of fear and need.
“When you come, just fucking let it happen,” I told her. “No writhing, no squirming, no tipping your hips for more or less. This orgasm is a gift. So you just fucking take it.”
“Yes,” she said instantly. Confident yet submissive. “Understood.”
“Good. Now lie back.”
I didn’t make it easy for her to stay still.
With my tongue and my free hand, I teased her clit and opening, without ever penetrating her. When I felt her approaching orgasm, I backed off once and then a second time.
Her body was betraying her, though, and she was getting greedy. When I lessened my intensity, she shimmied her hips to beg for more.
Don’t you fucking dare.
I pressed the blade against her harder to warn her not to be disobedient. She inhaled sharply, then relaxed her whole body.
Once I was sure I had her back under control, I gave her a few nice long licks with the widest part of my tongue, then flicked her clit over and over again until I felt her entire being tense.
Then and only then did I let her come for me. She came strong and hard, screaming my name again and again. Before she’d even finished coming, I tossed the knife aside, got up on my knees and pumped my cock a few times for her. I took her small hand in mine, showed her how to cup my balls, and then guided her other hand over my dick. She explored its girth, its length.
Her cheeks were already flame-red from her orgasm, but a new blush crossed her cheeks as she touched me.
Her touches were soft though, too soft, and I said, “You better be stronger than that when I fuck you.”
She gasped, smiling that devilish smile that I was growing to adore. “Oh, I will.”
Her lack of protest had cum dripping from the tip of my greedy cock.
“Yeah?” I asked, lifting my eyebrow, and leaning in to kiss her.
“Yeah,” she said, and met my lips with hers.
Being so close to her, feeling her beautiful body against mine, and fully realizing just how deeply I wanted her, proved what I’d known all along, since the second I first saw her: I would never fucking ever allow Petre to put his hands on her.
She belonged to me and me alone.
I wound my tongue with hers. The warm wetness reminded me of how her pussy felt as I gave her a taste of herself. Knowing she was tasting her own cum made me crazed. I crushed our lips together…the kiss deeper and more profound than just a meeting of lips and tongues.
After a long, delicious moment, I pulled away with a greedy nip of her lower lip. I held her head in my hands, hard enough to let her feel my power as I shifted my hips. The tip of my engorged cock was already dripping as her slick opening tempted me to my very limits.
