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“Lucia, can you sit on his legs while I undo his fly?” I ask. “If you don’t, I might end up cutting more than I meant to.”
“You say that like it would be a bad thing,” Lucia remarks, but she goes to sit down on his flailing legs. The wedding dress billows around her, partially obscuring his pants, and I have to brush some of the fabric away.
“Get off me, you stupid cunt!” Pavone snarls.
She smiles at him, though it’s brittle. “You’ve never told me to get off of you before. It’s a shame. Maybe if you hadn’t been so determined to have me, this wouldn’t have happened.”
He tries to buck her off, to no avail. I tap my knife against his bare chest, making a very thin slice that wells up with a bead of blood.
“Hey, Pavone, I heard you dissing Victor’s cock. I know yours can’t be larger than mine, but let’s see if it’s anywhere near Victor’s size.”
I don’t think Pavone really considered that I was going to do this to him. He’s stupefied while I unbuckle his belt and pull it off entirely. I cut off the button here, too, and unzip his fancy wedding trousers.
I laugh when I see his underwear. “Whoa, tighty whities? Seriously?”
“He’s got shitty taste,” Lucia remarks.
From the look of her motions, he’s still trying to kick his legs beneath her, but she’s adjusted to the bucking bronco and only seems mildly annoyed by it.
“So is his cock bigger than Victor’s?” I ask, folding down the top of his briefs.
“You’ll have to find out for yourself,” she says with a dazzling smile, like it’s really some treat to find out on my own. “We don’t want to hurry this along too much, now do we?”
“I didn’t know you liked surprises,” I banter back with her as I roughly yank down his underwear.
“Oh, I do when they’re about all the ways you’re going to torture Pavone here,” she replies.
I’m a little surprised by how bloodthirsty she seems, but at the same time, Pavone hadn’t been gentle with her. It’s hot either way, and I can’t resist the urge to lean toward her and kiss her. After a second, she kisses back, and even brings her hand up to grip my hair and deepen the kiss.
Lucia really doesn’t compare to any woman I’ve ever met before. I’m smiling when we break apart, and my heart actually speeds up when she smiles back at me. It’s been a very, very long time since anybody else made me feel like this.
As much as I’d love to continue making out with Lucia, there is still the matter of Pavone, who has gone very still. It’s a bit uncharacteristic, until I realize I’ve got the knife positioned against his cock, only the underwear between the blade and his skin.
“All right, let’s see what you’re packing. Or not packing, as it were,” I say. I cut the underwear away to reveal his soft cock. “Hmm. Not particularly impressive from where I’m standing. Saint’s got him beat in length for sure.” I wink at Lucia. “But it’s unfair to compare flaccid dicks, right? Maybe he’s a grower.”
“Oh, I’m not going to spoil it for you.” Lucia makes a motion like she’s zipping her mouth shut. “I think this is something you need to see up close and personal.”
“Get your fucking hands away from my cock,” Pavone says through gritted teeth, though he still doesn’t dare move.
“No need to be shy,” I tell Pavone. “Guys tend to reassess how straight they are when I get through with them.” It’s a lie—I don’t bother with men who don’t show any hint of attraction—but it does the job of scaring Pavone. His breathing picks up while sweat trickles down his face.
Then I wrap my hand around his cock, and Pavone yowls. Lucia gives me a look, and I shrug. “I’m not squeezing. He’s just being a big baby.”
“The ones who posture most usually are,” she remarks. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be able to make him beg, but I might’ve been wrong. If he’s yelping when all you’re doing is touching him… Imagine how he’ll sound when you start slicing his dick open like a sausage.”
“Damn, that’s cruel, Princess.” I smirk at her. “I was only going to castrate him. Way more humane.”
Pavone starts struggling again, as if it’s going to make a difference when all the other times hadn’t. All it does is drive his cock further into my hand, stimulating him—and causing him to grow hard.
He must have realized the effect my hand is having on his cock, because he immediately goes still. I make up for it by stroking him more efficiently. “Look at you, getting hard for me. Not as straight as you claimed to be after all. Guess it’s true about homophobes being closet cases.”
“He doesn’t deserve humanity,” she says, her voice cool.
“Get your handsoffme, faggot,” Pavone snarls at me.
I laugh. “You’re just a little shy, but it’s okay. We can work past that. Can’t we, Lucia?” I don’t know why it’s so much fun involving her in this, except maybe that it’s making things worse for Pavone… or maybe I just like seeing this side of her.
“Looks like you’re already working past it,” she says, glancing down and noting his hard cock. “I thought I’d have to be the one to get him hard. He’s just full of surprises, isn’t he?”
