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“Get on your knees, Rax.” The words drip from her lips as she turns the knife, twirling it in her hand. She spins her body, pressing into mine, as blood smears between us. I hesitate, not in fear, but in awe of this woman before me.
“On your fucking knees…. Now,” she growls. I can barely see the color in her eyes as her pupils dilate. Oh fuck, she’s so turned on by the power of taking a life.
“Only because you’re so fucking hot right now,” I snarl. Lucy is the only person on the planet I would do this for. She steps a few feet away from me as I kneel.
“Now, crawl,” she spits at me. The knife tip pushes into her pointer finger, and a drop of blood drips to the floor.What the fuck is going on right now?
“I want your dick. I want to feel you deep in my pussy, filling me up. But first, crawl to me. Crawl to me if you want this,” she says, dragging her knife along her pants and cutting the seam so I can see her dripping pussy. Who the fuck am I that I’m actually considering crawling so I can shove my dick in her again?
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
It takesme two seconds to realize I’d crawl on hot fucking coals for this woman. Biting my lip to stop the snarl from leaving my lips, I move slowly. Locking eyes with her, I make sure she sees me giving in to her wants.
“Does this make you horny, Precious? Would you like me to call you Mistress?” I ask her with a huff in my voice. She sucks her lip in at my questions. Fuck, she’s so turned on by the exchange of power. Her chin juts out as her thighs squeeze together. Oh fuck, she wants it so badly. Who am I to deny her?
“Mistress?” I look up at her as I get to her feet. “May I service you, Mistress?” I ask, the whisper soft on my lips. Hell, this is turning me on too. Her bare foot comes up to my chest, halting me from sitting back on my knees further. She bites at her lip, her eyes flicking over my face.
“Strip… slowly,” she commands. I don’t hesitate. I’m already bursting with the need to be inside her. It’s been too long, and I’ve only had my hand for pleasure. Reaching back, I grab my shirt at the base of my neck, whipping it over my head in one quick movement. With a slow smile building on her face, her eyes light up with her desire for me to obey.
“Stand,” she orders, a growl low in her throat. I do as she says, causing a smile to bend the edges of her lips upward. “Good boy,” she praises as her hand comes to the base of my neck, squeezing slightly. My hand flies to her neck in response, my grip tightening as her breath rushes out over my lips. My naughty girl always loved the fear of passing out at my hand.
“Careful…” I growl before slamming my lips to hers. I suck hard on Lucy’s bottom lip, scraping my teeth along it until she gasps, allowing my tongue to sweep in and taste every part of her. I push my advance, walking her backward with my hand still on her collarbone. My grip tightens but not enough to steal my girl’s breath completely—only enough to make her pussy gush at my control. A moan leaves her lips as I slam her into the wall behind her. I may have given in to my Precious Girl, but she’s drawn the animal out now.
“Fuck yes, Lucy. You want to fight for control. Give it to me,” I demand as I trail my hands down her body, pinching at her nipples that are tight under her t-shirt. She pushes my hands off of her and tries to step out of my grip.
“No, Rax. I’m in control. Haven’t you figured that out yet? I want your fucking dick, but it’s on my terms, not yours.” Her words explode over me. A dark snicker leaves me as I shake my head at her.Enough is enough, Precious Girl.
I push into her again, my hands flying to her shirt and ripping it off her. She struggles against me at first, but I move my knee between her thighs, pressing so her clit is in the perfect position. I circle my leg so I’m rubbing her clit in just the right rhythm.
My lips beeline for her neck, biting hard. The moan that leaves her lips is animalistic. She fucking loves this—loves the fight. I lick at her skin, tasting her, and move down her chest. I cup her tit and take her pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as she pushes it further out.That’s right, Precious, take it.
I moan, vibrating her tit as I bite at her skin, leaving my mark on her again. She’ll be covered in my love bites when she looks in the mirror next. Her hands fly to my chest and try to push me away from her. I don’t give her an inch as I slide my hands down her body, finding nothing but the t-shirt she’s wearing. Her pants are in a tattered heap somewhere behind us, and I’m rewarded with the sight and feel of her shaved pussy. I pull my leg back for a second, exposing her dripping cunt and the wet spot on my pants.
“Mhmm, Mistress, look how wet you are for me. Your pussy lips are glistening,” I gloat, a whimper leaving her lips at my observation. My eyes lock on her mouth before I press in, hungry to catch every sound she makes. She slams her hands hard against my chest again, so I release her. I lock eyes with her, seeing the mix of emotions in them. Oh, she wants this so badly, but she’s pissed at herself for wanting it. Wanting me to take control of her. A tear escapes her eye, and I dive in to lap it up.
What the fuck is happening? My pussy is soaking wet. It’s always made me so hot when Rax wraps his hand around my neck, threatening to hurt me but never really doing so. I want this so fucking badly. But I can’t give in. I slam my hands against his shoulders again. Fuck, when did I drop my new knife?I need to be in control… don’t I?
A chuckle releases from his lips this time. Damn it, I didn’t even move him. He pushes his pants down, freeing his rock hard cock from them. Oh, fuck, pre-cum beads at the head. I lick my lips involuntarily, and he fucking sees it.
He pushes my body up higher on the wall, thrusting his hips to hold me in place. His cock slides between my thighs, slipping between my pussy lips. A moan pops from his lips at the touch. He drags his hips back slowly, coating himself in my juices. The anger in him has calmed as he presses his body closer to mine. It’s there, simmering under the surface, but the fight is gone now that he’s so close to what he wants. Me.
“Mistress Lucy… my Precious Girl. May I fuck your pussy? Push in until I’m balls deep?” he growls at me. His voice is so low I can barely make out the words. I don’t have it in me to deny either of us, but I need to take control back.
“Yes. Fuck me, Rax. Make me come all over you,” I command. He takes no time positioning himself at my slit and pushing in almost leisurely. Like he hasn’t been wanting this for how fucking long. His eyes lock on mine, the green so bright they look neon. “Come on, Rax. Give us both what we want. Fuck my pussy,” I demand.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
A WEEK LATER…
He fuckedme so hard I saw stars when he finally let me come. I’ve let him fuck me more times in the past week than Andrew ever did in our two year relationship. Fucking Andrew. The thought of him brings a sour taste to my mouth. I had Rax show me how to best cut off hands just so I can saw Andrew’s from his body. That’ll be a fun name to cross off my list. I chuckle at the thought as I step out of the warehouse onto the street for the first time. Rax had to leave for a job, but I haven’t had enough training to join him. He said to be a good girl and stay in the apartment. But fuck that. ‘I want fresh air and to be out of that prison,’ I think, looking back at the big building behind me.
So, I grabbed cash from his wallet before he left, and here I am, heading to the little bistro down the street. It doesn’t take long to walk here. Rax and I had many dinners here while we were in love during my amnesia time. Stepping into the dimly lit restaurant, the hostess smiles, easily recognizing me.
“Just one, miss?” She’s young, probably not even eighteen yet. I nod, smiling at her softly.
“Yes, just one today,” I say, flashing what I hope is a kind look. I don’t remember how to people anymore. She leads me to a one-top table close to the kitchen and asks what I’ll have to drink. I ask for water, then decide to hit the bathroom before ordering anything else.
The bathroom is tiny with two lime green stalls, one sink, and no mirror. The bigger of the stalls is locked, so I head into the smaller one and do my business quickly while the other toilet flushes. The door doesn’t open yet, so I dash out to wash my hands. Just as I’m shaking them dry, the stall door opens. I turn to the bathroom door as someone steps close to me and something sticks into my neck.
