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He slid the knife lower, pausing with a raised brow at my question. If he was surprised that I’d asked, he didn’t even know me. “Then you’d better hope you’ve been a good girl so I let you come. Or I’ll have your guys use you to get off and leave you aching for it.” He parted the cut pieces of my top, exposing my body to him, and leaned down, running his tongue over my nipple as he pressed the blade to my other tit. The cold metal and the bite of the sharp edge pressing against my skin were like an electric shock lighting me up inside. My clit pulsed, and I widened my legs, begging him without words to fuck me.
With his lips against my nipple, he murmured, “And when you’re my girl, you won’t need to fuck yourself.” He grasped my wrist, freeing my fingers from my cunt, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked on each one and growled when I cried out in desperation. The need to be filled to the bursting point was an ache throbbing inside me. I wanted Ry over me and in me. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk, until I was delirious from the orgasms he’d given me.
Then I wanted the others to do the same.
I wanted to be his. Theirs.
Forever.
His voice was hypnotic when he leaned down and murmured in my ear, “Your pretty legs will shake so many times a day that you’ll be walking like a newborn foal.”
I slipped my eyes closed and floated on the sensation his words brought. My moan gave away just how needy I was, my hips rocking upward as I sought friction against my cunt, sought him.
“Fuck me, Ry. Just like that,” I demanded, though it sounded more like a plea. I clawed at the hard muscle in his shoulders and tried to push him down to where my body needed him most.
But he didn’t move, resisting my unsubtle direction.
The knife shifted, no longer pressing against my skin. I cried out, and Ry moved it, laying it so the point was sharp against the underside of my boob.
I was naked, my legs spread, and a man twice my size was hovering over me with a knife pressed to my tit. He could sink it into me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him, but I trusted him with my life. That feeling, the one that allowed me to jump without ever needing to second-guess whether he’d catch me, was empowering. I loved it. I loved him.
I loved the way he took charge and told me the way things would happen, our roles completely reversed from the every day. Which hole would he fill? Would he give me his fingers? His cock? His mouth? All of them? I had no idea, and yet that was just as exciting as it was freeing.
He trailed his fingers down my quivering belly and licked my nipple. “You want me inside you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I moaned, crying out when he circled my clit with his thumb.
“Good,” he hummed as he slid what had to be a single finger into me. He was moving excruciatingly slowly, but he still knew exactly how to work me over, hitting my G-spot unfailingly. Except that it wasn’t enough. The climb was too slow. It wasn’t intense enough. I needed more.
But the bastard was a tease and was going to make me play his mind-fuck games.
Thing was, I loved them.
When I got off.
“Ry,” I demanded, glaring at him and that stupid smirk he wore. “Stop fucking around and fuck me.” I widened my legs, pulling them back and opening myself up to him, subtlety be damned.
He huffed out a laugh, humour making his eyes sparkle, then added a second finger. The third followed quickly after that, and the buzz in my veins started to build. God, the stretch was divine. The fullness, perfection. His lips left a burning trail on my sweat-slicked skin as he kissed his way to my clit.
His stubble brushed my cunt lips, and I cried out, desperate to ride his face, but he pressed my leg into place, stopping me from rolling my hips.
He had me at his mercy. I would do anything to get his mouth on me, to keep his fingers in me and get that dick in me again. Ry knew it too.
I watched as he swiped his tongue over my clit and licked up my essence. I was so wet, but Ry added lube to his fingers before dipping his face to my clit again.
He bit and sucked me, playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. I raced to the edge, teetering there as a monster orgasm built inside me. The schlick, schlick, schlick from his fingers driving into me pushed me closer. The stretch was a delicious torment, my body wanting more but loving it at the same time. “Fuck, yes,” I breathed. “Harder.”
“No, not harder,” he growled. “Want to see your pussy suck my whole hand in.”
He added another finger, and I cried out. “Jesus. Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m there,” I panted as heat washed over me in waves, every nerve ending sizzling and exploding with sensation. Noise rang out in my ears—shouts in a hoarse voice I didn’t recognize but knew were my own. I gripped his shoulders, squeezing hard as I shattered in his arms.
Every part of my being was obliterated until I was only a mass of cells free floating in an ocean of ecstasy. The epicentre was my cunt. The sweet ache that had started in my clit radiated outward, and my walls contracted, clenching and releasing rhythmically as my body fought to keep Ry’s fingers deep inside me while struggling with their combined girth at the same time.
But he was patient, and his thrusts turned to twists, his fingers curling and pressing down on my G-spot as he turned his hand side to side. The movements, although small, reignited my body, setting my already scorched nerve endings alight once more.
“Yes,” I hissed, fighting to thrust my hips and get more of him inside me.
“Baby girl, you were made for this,” he crooned, and my body lit up, his praise like a drug singing in my veins.
