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I gulp and wipe my sweaty hands on my leggings.
No point in putting it off.
Taking a steadying breath, I trudge toward the house. As I near the entrance, the door flies open. My breath catches at the sight of Mick standing in the doorway. He emanates danger, his hand wrapped around something I can’t quite make out from the distance. My footsteps stall as a shiver runs through me.
Mick's eyes heat as he senses my fear. “Inside.” He commands, turning on his heel and stalking into the house.
I scramble after him, pausing to close the door. When I turn around, Mick steps up into my space. I gasp and press my back against the door. He grabs my throat in his free hand, placing a thumb under my chin to prevent me from looking closer at the object in his other. “Are you proud of yourself?” He sneers, tightening his hold. I gasp for air but don’t dare move, caught in his trap. “What do you think would have happened if someone else saw, hmm?”
My face flushes. I hadn’t even considered that.
As I told Taylor over lunch, Mick has been gone for a week. One long, excruciating week. Yesterday I finally gave in to my needs and played with myself. Something I hadn’t needed to do since Mick and I moved in together. It felt weird on my own, so I had the brilliant idea to make a video for him. I put on a bit of a show, hoping to get a fun reaction. I hadn’t expected this.
Or did you?
I shake my head at the thought. Even as I deny it, heat floods me as the anticipation of my punishment grows.
Mick leans forward to growl in my ear. “I think you know what I’d have to do. I think you get off at the thought of me killing someone for seeing you come. Just like I think you wanted to be punished for doing it.” I try to shake my head again at his accusations. Mick tsks and I hear a sharp click. “You should know better than to lie to me, little bird.”
My eyes widen as the feel of cold metal presses between my breasts. His hold on me prevents my ability to see what he’s doing but I can feel the light touch as the blade glides over my skin. “I guess I need to teach you a lesson then, baby.” In a swift motion, he slices through my shirt and bralette. The material flutters to the side, exposing my breasts. I shiver, my nipples hardening from the chilly air.
Mick's gaze is riveted on my chest as he runs the knife around my breasts. The sensations heightened from my inability to move or see what he’s doing. The knife pulls away from my skin leaving an aching emptiness in its wake.
I gasp as the cold metal is pressed against my nipple. He leans forward and blows on my other nipple. The cool of the blade on one mixed with the hot breath on the other makes me moan, my hips begin to move, desperate to further the connection.
Mick chuckles, taking a step back and releasing me. I collapse back against the door. He runs his gaze over me, desire burning in his darkened eyes. “Get to the bedroom and strip.” His low voice makes my pussy clench in response.
Scrambling to my feet, I brush past him as I rush toward the bedroom. I can feel his heated gaze following me. The moment I slip inside the room, I shed the tattered top before shimming out of my leggings and underwear. Once naked, I look around, uncertain where to wait. Before I can make a choice, Mick's footsteps sound behind me.
I freeze, body humming with adrenaline.
Hands slide down my body, cupping my breasts first before traveling lower. Roaming over my skin, his hands move back to my ass. Without warning, Mick slaps both hands against my cheeks. I yelp, earning another sharp smack. His hands and warmth leave me suddenly as he takes a step back. “On the bed.” He barks. I quickly clamber onto the bed and turn to face him. “Lean back against the headboard, legs spread.” I hesitate and he narrows his eyes at me. It’s a clear enough warning. Getting into position, I twist my hands together.
Mick hums his approval. “Touch yourself.” My breath catches in my throat. He takes a step closer to the bed, running a hand down his face. “You’re going to make yourself come while I watch, little bird. I couldn’t enjoy your last performance without the possibility of getting blood on my hands. So I’m going to enjoy it now.”
I nod mutely, my body already screaming for release. Running one hand up, I massage my breast, imagining it’s his rough palm. My other hand slips between my open legs, teasing my lips, arousal soaking my fingers as they dip inside. Pinching my nipple, I moan. My fingers trail up to circle my clit briefly before pushing back inside my pussy.
Mick watches with rapt attention as I work myself up, alternating breasts with one hand and finger fucking myself with the other, my palm pressed down on my clit. My eyes move down to the bulge in his pants. My own desire amping up as I realize I did that to him. He catches me staring and smirks. “You want my cock, baby?”
I groan, nodding enthusiastically. “Please.” I beg, working my fingers faster.
Mick tugs off his shirt, shucking his pants and boxers. I bite my lip as I take in his naked body. He spits on his hand before gripping his dick, lazily stroking up and down. “Look what you do to me.” He grunts, working his hand. “I need you to come so I can fuck you.”
The strain in his voice sends a jolt through me. I pinch my nipple harder and increase my movements. Staring at his hand sliding up and down his shaft, I imagine he’s inside me. Memories and remembered sensations flood me as my body tightens. “Fuck.” I rasp, back arching. Mick lets out a low groan and the sound detonates my orgasm. My feet plant on the bed and back bows as pleasure crashes through me.
I collapse against the mattress as the last flutters dissipate. Mick climbs onto the bed between my legs, reaching over to place the knife still in his hand on the bedside table. I reach out and grip his wrist, stopping the movement. He peers down at me, body frozen. I lick my lips as I stare back. Mustering up my courage, I speak. “Take what you need.” My eyes flicker back to the knife. “I know you need it, so take it from me.” I arch my back into him, encouraging with my body as much as my words.
For several long moments, Mick remains frozen in place. Warring desires fighting in his eyes. Finally, he shifts back, moving the blade to my chest. Resting it above my left breast, he pauses, giving me the chance to change my mind. I smile at him and nod. It’s all the encouragement he needs.
I suck in a breath through my teeth as the blade slices into my skin. He stares at the red line as blood bubbles up from the shallow cut. Slowly leaning forward, he licks across it, moaning as the flavor hits his tongue. My hand slips into his hair, gripping the strands tightly in my grasp. Mick runs his tongue across the cut again before pulling away.
Dropping my hand, my breath catches as he peers down at me. The earlier danger has faded, replaced by the adoration I have come to know. The look he gets when he wants to worship my body. I tremble under his gaze, body begging for everything his eyes promise.
“Fuck little bird. How did I get so lucky to trap a goddess?” He grips my hips, the cool blade pressing between his palm and my skin as he lines himself up. “I’m never letting you go, you know that right?” He slams into me before I can answer. My hands fly up, bracing against the headboard as Mick thrusts forward, each punishing thrust pulling a deep moan from me. I can already feel another orgasm building. His breathing is ragged as he ravages my body, fingers digging into me hard enough to bruise. “You are mine.” He pants. “Say it.”
“Your-” I struggle to say, breathless from his continued onslaught. “I’m yours.” I’m rewarded immediately as Mick releases my hip with one hand, the blade dropping to the mattress. His hand slips between us, seeking out my clit. I cry out, the sensations almost too much. His fingers work tight circles as he continues to pound into me.
My mouth opens on a silent scream as my orgasm rips through my body. My eyes squeeze closed and bursting stars litter the blackness, small explosions of static light as wave after wave of pleasure flood me.
