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I ignore what he says, but don’t wait for him to change his mind. I stand up, letting his dick slide out of me. I feel lost for the moment that he isn’t inside me. Spinning around I sit back down on his lap. Straddling him, I let his cock slide back inside of me, filling me up. I groan at the sensation, so loud I’m certain Trey and Wes can hear me.
“You want my brothers to hear, don’t you?” His face is so close to my own, his breath fans over my heated cheeks. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I enjoy how hard his muscles feel beneath my fingers. His hand moves back up between us, the knife finding its way back to my throat.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly while grinding shamelessly over his cock. This position has him so deep inside of me I can feel him hitting the end of my channel. Each stroke bruises me from the inside out, leaving me with a twinge of pain in the wake of pleasure.
The blade moves from my throat, skimming down between my breasts. He moves the blade with precision like he knows that with the simple flick of his wrist he could kill me, make me bleed.
Feeling the cold tip flick against my nipple, I shudder…I gaze down at him through thick lashes and watch as he alternates between each breast. The pleasure is intense, and still I wonder what he plans to do with the knife. If he really feels that an eye for an eye is equal?
If he wants to hurt me so badly, then what will happen if he does? Up until now, everything has been an idle threat, but if I force his hand, then maybe he’ll discover that’s not really what he wants. I know I’m playing with fire, because if I’m wrong about this it would most definitely cost me my life.
Doubt plagues me. What if he enjoys it instead? What if he sees me bleed and wants more blood? What if one cut isn’t enough? Fear of the unknown intensifies the pleasure burning through my pussy. I have to trust him, trust my gut that his need for me, will overpower his need for vengeance, for revenge.
Staring into his eyes, looking deeper than I ever have before, I pray that an answer will appear. The first few days with him, I wasn’t able to find any feelings in the depth of his green eyes. Now, I could get lost in the dark pools of emotion reflecting back at me.
“Hurt me…cut my skin…make me bleed,” I say, digging my fingernails into his skin.
Shock flickers in his eyes as I say, “Please, hurt me…”
