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I can hear how wet I am every time his dick slams into me, making more of my arousal slide out and drip down my legs. The smell of it mingles with the blood and sweat and fear already in the air, and it’s such a heady cocktail.
I feel like I’m high or drunk on it, taking Knox’s dick like I was made for it.
Knox scrabbles for something on the counter, his body bending over mine for just a moment, pressing me down further. His hips don’t stop moving, though. He keeps fucking me when he pulls back, and I can feel cold metal against my skin as he starts cutting my shirt and bra off with one of his knives.
Fuck.
Somehow that just makes it hotter. Knowing he has that kind of control that he can fuck me and use the knife and not hurt me all at the same time.
I wonder what it would feel like if he cut me a little. If he dragged that blade over my skin and made me bleed in even lines while his cock was buried deep in my cunt.
Just thinking about it makes me throb even more, and I clench around his cock again, earning a hissed “Fuck” from Knox.
My shirt and bra fall away, leaving me mostly naked down in Knox’s torture room. My tits bounce as he fucks me harder, and I give up on holding back any noises that I make. It’s just too damn good.
Across the room, the sound of rattling chains catches my attention, and I can see the asshole starting to come around. His head lolls on his shoulders, and there’s a moment where he must forget where he is and what happened to him because he tries to move, and then his eyes fly open from the pain.
They’re still glassy and out of it, and he’s only barely conscious as he looks around the room.
Then his gaze lands on me and Knox, and I can only imagine what he sees. Me bent over, taking it hard as Knox drives into me from behind.
His eyes are heavy with pain, and something about that just ramps my pleasure up higher.
I feel like I’m spinning out of control in the best way, coming out of my body, losing everything that weighs me down and haunts me. In this moment, there’s only me and Knox and the thick press of his cock inside me. And the would-be rapist who watches us and suffers for the shit he did.
Knox must feel it too, because he starts slamming into me even harder, taking me closer and closer to my peak. Judging by the way he’s breathing, he’s getting close too.
Our harsh breathing and moans echo in the room, drowning out the fucker’s pained noises until all I can hear is the sound of us fucking.
I’m so close to the edge, so close to falling apart—and then I feel the sting of sharp metal against my back again. This time, Knox doesn’t cut my clothes. This time, he presses that knife to my skin, drawing the sharp blade down my back in a straight line.
I can feel from the burn of it that he broke the skin, drawing blood, and for some reason, that’s enough to put me over the edge.
I cry out, shaking myself apart as the full force of my pleasure slams into me with the same speed as Knox’s dick. I writhe where I’m stuck between him and the counter, feeling myself clench around his cock, trying to milk it of everything it has to offer.
That’s enough to get Knox to follow me over the edge, and he swears low and hot as he pumps himself into me, spilling his release in a mess inside my core.
For a little while, we just stay like that, breathing hard, waiting to come back to ourselves.
I still have thatout of my skinfeeling, like I’ve transcended something and become something else in the time it took me to come undone on Knox’s cock.
One big hand squeezes my ass and smears the blood on my back. He runs his fingers over one of my tattoos, then pulls out with a wet sound, leaving the mess to drip out of me.
“Holy shit. You’re distracting as hell,” he says with a little laugh. “But I need to finish up here.”
I glance up at the guy against the wall, having almost forgotten about him in my pleasure. He’s passed out again, head slumped and body heavy like a sack of bricks.
I laugh along with Knox, the sound bursting out of me before I can stop it.
My body is still buzzing from the orgasm and the good feelings that came along with it. I pull my shorts up and grab the shredded mess of my shirt and bra, holding them over my chest.
I guess I’m going back upstairs like this.
Knox runs his gaze over me and then grabs me again, kissing me hard and dirty. It’s a nice little bow on what we just did, and I smirk when he turns to go back to his work, making this shithead pay for his sins.
