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I lean down and crush my lips to hers, needing to taste this fucking woman more than I’ve ever needed anything. She moans as our tongues clash. Our kiss is hungry and desperate, telling me she wants me as badly as I want her.
I stop the kiss, keeping my forehead pressed to hers, our lips barely touching. “Spread your legs for me, Ms. O’Brien,” I whisper. She shuffles, and I know she’s listened. “Good girl.”
I take a step back and peruse my girl, fingering the knife’s handle. She cries out, startled, as I grab her shirt and slice through the middle. The blade cuts through the fabric like butter, and the material falls from her shoulders, catching on her elbows and presenting her perfect tits to me like a fucking present.
They are flawless. Her chest heaves as I examine it, noting her ample size. I’d say she’s a full D-cup, still perky, round, and so fucking supple. I examine her breasts, noting how they are completely symmetrical, and study the way her nipples are slightly upturned, somehow making her even hotter.
I rest one arm against the wall next to her head, then drag the knife down her body, starting by her neck. I nick her a few times, and her breath catches and her eyes heat as she watches me. A few droplets of blood trickle down her skin like beads of rain, and my mouth waters to taste them.
Slipping down her body, I pause before I reach her cunt. “Wider,” I growl, kicking at her feet. She complies, and I drag the flat end of the knife over her pussy lips as she moans, shivering against the wall.
It doesn’t help that it’s cold as fuck in here. The electricity must not be working, or she wasn’t able to pay the bill. Whatever the reason, goosebumps erupt along her skin, making her nipples even firmer, and she appears more vulnerable as she scrunches up her shoulders from the chill.
I bring the blade up for her to look at. “See this? Your wetness got on my blade. Lick it off.”
She licks her lips, glancing from me to the knife. But she submits and extends her tongue, and I slide the blade against it. “My hellcat likes danger,” I rasp, biting my lip as I watch. “I wonder what other things make this pussy clench.”
Abruptly, I push away from her and storm to the other side of the room, spinning to look at her. She doesn’t move, as if frozen to the spot. Her breasts heave, her fingers clench, and confusion wars with desire in her eyes.
God, she’s so fucking magnificent. I could stare at her body every hour of every day and still need more.
“Wrists out, Hellcat,” I growl when an idea pops into my head. She likes the shift in power, and I’m going to give it to her.
I quickly unbuckle my belt, the sound loud as it slides through the belt loops, and she jumps as I pull it from my pants. I prowl over to her when she doesn’t listen. “Did I stutter?” I snarl as I quickly spin her and march her to the couch before pressing her over it. With one hand on her back, I tear the rest of her shirt from her arms, rear back, and slash the belt across her ass.
She hisses in shock, jolting from the sudden pain, before she wiggles her ass enticingly, pushing it out for me, even as she shivers again. “Need another?” I ask, rubbing the red welt, turning that sweet pain to a low burn as my red mark mars her perfect ass.
To my surprise, she answers. “Fuck, Rogan. Please.”
My cock throbs at the plea falling from that beautiful mouth. From my hellcat begging for more pain. I’m almost purring with excitement as I lift my hand and the belt, rapidly hitting her ass three more times in quick succession. She cries out before I drop the belt and rub the red stripes across her ass, and then her cries become mewls of pleasure as she rocks back into my touch.
Dragging my hand up her back, I circle her neck before roughly yanking her up and spinning her to face me. “Open your mouth,” I demand, my voice rough with desire. She does it quickly, parting those ruby red lips, and I slip the belt between her teeth as her nostrils flare. Leaving the belt there, I stroke along her cheek in praise before fisting her thick tendrils of hair as I meet her wild eyes. I slip my other down her body and cup her pussy lips, finding her sopping wet. “You’re fucking drenched, Hellcat,” I growl, sliding my fingers through her wetness.
She nods, watching me excitedly to see what I’ll do next, her usually sassy mouth mute. Lifting my hand, I rub her cream across one erect nipple, smirking as I lower my head and suck it into my mouth. Tasting her cream there makes me hum against her. She moans, unmoving, as I nibble on the peak, tasting her wetness on her skin.
But I need more.
This woman has no idea how skilled I am, how much I’ve studied, or how I know every fucking pressure point in this sexy little body that would bring her to her knees.
She doesn’t know how extensively I’ve learned how to use blades like this, which arteries to sever to cause a person to bleed out the fastest, and which areas of the body produce the most pain so they can suffer. But she’s going to find out.
Heaving myself up, I pull the belt from her teeth and take her mouth once more. As I do, I slide the wet belt down her neck to her chest and over a nipple, while slipping my other hand down her flawless skin. I tap her thighs until she parts them for me, then I dip a finger between those lips.
She’s so wet that I have to wonder if perhaps she’s already come once just from the sting of my belt. Her clit is swollen, and her pussy flutters around my finger as I slip it inside her, yet I’ve barely even touched her. Seizing her lower lip, I lean back and let it slide between my teeth as her eyes flicker open and meet mine once more.
Then, I just watch her as I swirl my finger over her clit before diving back into her cunt over and over. Her cheeks are heated, and her eyes are growing hooded with pleasure.
“Just look at you, my little hellcat. Panting and needy, your cunt dripping, your chest flushed… I wonder how quickly I can make you scream.”
With a quick movement, I snatch her wrists with both hands and secure them with my belt. She whimpers, her eyes pleading as I guide her toward the front door. With her back pressed against the wall next to the door, I lift her arms and drape her belted wrists over a rusted nail poking from the peeling wallpaper.
“Don’t fucking move,” I whisper, my emotions threatening to take control. But I can’t let them. This is my time. My fucking show. I need to reel myself in before I explode.
Rory looks like a fucking goddess stretched for me, her chest lifted and cunt glistening. Growling, I swipe the knife from the ground and capture her breast, squeezing hard as I stab the blade into the wall next to her head. She flinches, but only just, before pressing her chest forward, begging for more.
I’ll give her more.
I brush her hair over her shoulders, then kiss down her body. I suck on the pulsing vein in her neck, then lick down her collarbones. Her nipples are next. Pushing her breasts together, I attack those cherry tips again, unable to help myself as I suck them both into my mouth before dragging my teeth across them.
