She stares at me in shock, but all I see is the beautiful, violent creature I would give my fucking life to. I barely know her, but I’ve seen enough to know she’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.
Exactly what I’ve been searching for in Nathan too, whose callous touch makes me yield so easily. But his grip is harsh, uncaring, and the dynamic we share only exists because of his need to release his pent-up rage.
But this girl … this girl has all the bottled-up desires, all the fucked-up darkness I crave … even if she doesn’t realize it yet.
But I will coax it out of her.
“Are you joking?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Would I be on my knees for you if I were?”
Her eyes narrow and I love how the confusion on her face is slowly making place for intense curiosity.
She steps away from the radiator, confidence slowly pouring back in. “You want me to hurt you?”
I lick my lips. “You’ve brought your bigger knife, haven’t you?”
She snorts and loses the insecurities for arrogance, the kind that makes me hard as a rock without ever being touched. And she pulls it out of her pocket, dangling it in front of me.
“Of course I have. You didn’t think I’d go anywhere without it, did you?”
A filthy smirk forms on my face. “Attagirl.”
She walks closer and raises the knife, tipping up my chin with the blade. “You talk mighty for someone on his knees.” She slips the blade farther and farther until the sharpness cracks my skin open right where my Adam’s apple meets the blade.
I swallow. “You seemed like you needed encouragement, so I gave it to you.”
“Encouragement?” The blade pushes farther until it breaks me open, and a drop of warm blood rolls across my skin, the heat setting my body on fire. “How’s that for encouragement?”
Fuck, I love her disdain, the smugness; it turns me on so much my cock’s already bursting at the seam of my pants.
“Yes,” I groan. “Whatever you want.”
“Anything?” she asks.
“Anything.”
The cut becomes deeper.
“What if I cut you until you can no longer breathe?”
I close my eyes and suck in my last breath. “Then I’d be a lucky man to have taken my last breath shared with you.”
Her eyes narrow as she stares me down and grips the knife tighter, her body hardening as she stands before me. But then she suddenly retracts the blade and cuts into my shoulder instead. A moan slips from my mouth as the blood stains my shirt.
“Fuck …”
Another slice to the other shoulder makes my cock bounce in my pants, stretching the fabric to its limit.
“That’s for coming all over my body in that fucking house of yours,” she grits.
SLICE!
The next one hits me right in the chest, and I groan with excitement and pain as the cut goes deep.
“And that’s for tying me up and touching my nipples and coming all over me again in that fucking alley,” she says through gritted teeth.
SLICE!
She crisscrosses over the previous cut, so there’s an X on my chest, and my shirt falls apart. “And that’s for letting your fucked-up friends use me!”
“Yes,” I groan.
She grips my hair and forcefully jerks my head back. “Apologize to me.”
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Do you even fucking mean it?” The blade cuts into my skin, but the pain doesn’t faze me.
“I would beg you for forgiveness every fucking day for the rest of my life if you let me.”
Her nostrils flare. She looks so fucking gorgeous when she’s angry with me and everyone who ever did her wrong. “I never asked you to be in my life.”
“Yet I’m here, in the flesh, at your disposal, ready for your every whim.”
The knife suddenly hovers over my face right in front of my eye. “Why?”
“Because you’re a vicious killer, and when I first saw you, I already knew all you needed was someone who you could take out all your rage on.”
Her face contorts, and she mulls it over for a second, the blade still hovering dangerously close to my eye.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I say. “You can’t because it’ll be a lie. You crave someone to punish, and I’m here.”
“I don’t want to punish you; I want to punish them,” she responds. “Kai and Nathan.”
“They won’t let you,” I reply. “But I will.”
“Is that why you let Nathan jerk you off in that alley?” she asks. “Does he tell you what to do? Does it get you off?”
Finally, she’s beginning to recognize my depravity. “I serve whoever knows how to control me.”
Her eyes glitter with interest as though she’s finally beginning to understand what I’m offering her.
She leans away and pushes the knife into my chest, only to slip away the fabric, revealing all of my tattoos and the two piercings in my nipples. The tip slides underneath one of the bars, and she tugs at it until I hiss.
“You will obey me.”
I moan with delight when she leans in and whispers close to my face, “Say it.”
“I will obey you … my queen.”
The lewd smile that briefly tips up the corner of her mouth makes my cock twitch. It disappears as quickly as it came.
But I won’t fucking forget.
Not a single second of this entire fucking day. No, scratch that, this entire fucking year.
She slides the knife down my body and slips it into my pants. “Open your zipper. Show me how hard you are.”
I do what she asks, even with tied up hands, but I make it work, releasing my dick from its cotton prison. Her eyes slide over my length, her tongue running along her lips like she’s enjoying the sight.
“Why the tattoos there?” she asks.
“My cock likes the pain most of all.” I groan when she pushes the tip of her knife into my shaft. “Tattoos were the closest thing I could get to heaven.”
“Heaven …” she repeats, pushing it even farther in until the skin cracks, and I hiss when it bleeds. “A heaven like this?”
“F-fuck …” I can barely contain my arousal as my hard-on bounces up and down in the air just from her touching it with the knife.
“Fine then.”
SLICE!
She cuts into the skin near my V-line, and blood oozes down across my shaft.
“Jerk yourself off,” she says.
I bring my hands down to my shaft, rubbing myself as rivulets of blood roll down my length, spreading the blood all over until my dick throbs and oozes with pre-cum.
“You like that?” she muses.
“Fuck, so fucking much,” I groan, desperate for more. “Treat me like your fucking slut.”
She gazes at my dick, and it springs to life like a celibate man smelling wet pussy.
Fuck.
“You want to be my whore?” she asks, grasping my chin to make me look at her.
“Yes, so fucking badly. I would do anything for you, my queen,” I say, jerking off as hard as I can to her pointing that knife at my face.
“All right then. Make your fucking queen happy.” She pulls away and sits on the sink beside the radiator, spreading her legs to show off her red-laced panties underneath that black skirt. And fuck me, I’m about to die and go to heaven if she starts playing with herself.
“Come here,” she says.
I crawl to her on my knees, my eyes shifting between her face and her pussy, desperate for a taste.
“I see you looking,” she mumbles, leaning back. “Take them off.”
I lean in and gleefully hook my fingers underneath her panties, slowly slipping them down her creamy thighs, pushing them all the way down to her heels before I chuck them away.
Her legs spread even farther, allowing me to see what I’ve been missing out on all this time, and fuck me, from the smell alone, I understand why Kai was addicted after the first lick.
“Go on then. Stick out your tongue and lick like your life depends on it.”
Fuck, I don’t have to be told a second time to dive right in.
My mouth is all over her like I’m a dead man tomorrow, sucking and nibbling at her with all I have in me. With my hands tied, it’s impossible to grasp the sink to keep steady, and my face is buried deeper and deeper into her. But I don’t fucking care for even a second that I might break my neck by leaning into her because if the last thing I tasted was this divine fucking pussy, I would die as a man blessed by the fucking angels themselves.
My tongue circles her slit, hungrily swiveling back and forth to taste all of her and give her every inch of pleasure she could ever wish for.
It’s been so long since I last tasted pussy. The women or men who came for me were never harsh enough to bend my twisted soul, so I sought my solace in Nathan’s wicked ways. But she … she pulls out the tramp in me with ease, and it’s about time she realized the power she holds over me.
“Fuck, harder,” she moans, shoving my face in even deeper.
I groan with delight, smiling against her slit as I dig in and eat her out with all my heart.
When she begins to gyrate against me, I know I hit the right spot.
“That’s it,” she moans.
“Your clit is all mine,” I say between licks. “All mine to enjoy, all mine to lick and suck and feel its explosion all over my mouth.”
“You want it?” she asks.
I cover her pussy with my mouth and suck hard. “Yes, I want you to come all over my face.”
“You think you deserve that?” She clenches my face between her thighs, forcing me to keep licking.
“I’ll do anything to make you come for me,” I groan, pushing my tongue into her crevice.
God, she tastes so fucking good, even my dick begins to throb along with her, pre-cum dripping out onto the stone floor.
“Keep jerking off then. Bring yourself to the fucking edge, but don’t fucking come,” she says.
“Fuck yes,” I say, rubbing myself with both hands, trying not to fall over as I lick her senseless.
She rubs herself against my mouth, her wetness spilling all over me, making me so goddamn ready to shoot my load. But I persist and force myself to stop before I bust, leaving me with unkempt desire. Drawn-out moans slip from my mouth each time I bring myself to the brink, but her pleasure takes up all my attention as she leans forward and pushes my head in deeper.
Suddenly, the knife cuts along my back, and I whimper from the agony and bliss.
“Keep licking,” she says. “Don’t fucking stop until I tell you to, slut.”
And I do. Despite every cut she gives me, every slice into my back, a little sliver of heaven is handed to me on a platter as I circle her clit. I feel it explode right as she thrusts an inch of the blade into my shoulder.
I howl from the burning sting as a stifled moan leaves her lips, and she gushes into my mouth while warm blood oozes down my back.
“Fuck!” I moan against her slit, licking at her while swallowing down the lust so I don’t combust immediately.
When her clit stops thumping, she opens her eyes wide and shoves me away so violently I fall back onto the stones. The oxygen is knocked out of my lungs as she sits on top of me and rips the knife from my shoulder.
I whimper from the wound it left in my flesh.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” I say.
“You wanna come?” she asks, placing the tip of the knife against my tip.
“Fuck, I’d give anything,” I say.
She bites her lip in such a seductive way that I wish I could sit up and kiss her. “Say please.”
It flows off my pussy-whipped tongue with ease. “Please.”
She slides the knife along my dick like she’s stroking it. “Come then. Just from the touch of this fucking knife that just penetrated your fucking skin.”
The tip of the knife caresses my shaft, spreading pre-cum and blood. She slides it along my length, keeping her eyes on me—almost as if tempting me with the idea she could cut me there—and the mere thought sets me off.
I whimper from the pent-up arousal finally pouring out of me and come all over myself. She rolls the blade through the cum on my chest.
“All that cum without ever touching you,” she muses.
“Fuck …” I groan.
An arrogant smirk forms on her lips as she lifts the blade and pushes my chin until my mouth opens. “Now eat it like a good fucking slut would.”
She pushes the knife into my mouth and forces me to swallow it, and fuck me, my own cum never tasted this good.
The knife skims across my tongue, but when she retracts it, it’s all clean, and something about the twinkle in her eyes tells me she’s oddly satisfied with me.
“Hmm … didn’t think you’d do it,” she murmurs.
“I told you, you don’t know the lengths I’d go to …” I lick my lips to taste us both together, the closest I’ll come to actually fucking her … for now. “The depth of my fucked-up needs.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks at me with confusion.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask.
She furrows her brows. “What?”
“Hurting me.”
She seems flustered and immediately gets off me. “Fuck.”
I scramble off the floor and sit, admiring my new soon-to-be scars while she angrily scoops her panties off the floor, puts them back on, then waltzes to the sink and stares at herself in the mirror.
“It’s okay if you did,” I say.
“I wasn’t asking for permission,” she bites, glaring at me through the mirror.
A filthy smile spreads on my lips as I try to undo the wraps around my wrists. “But you did enjoy it.”
Suddenly, she lunges at me and pushes the knife underneath my chin. “Don’t. Don’t fucking spin this around and make it look like you did this for me. I did this because you begged for it.”
“And I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” I say with a grin, but it makes her rage out loud.
“We had a deal. Now give me the information.”
“I’ll give it to you if you help untie me.”
She frowns. “You tied it yourself.”
I shrug, embarrassed. “A little too tightly from excitement.”
She rolls her eyes, then thrusts the knife between my wrists, cutting through my tie.
“Hey!” I hold the two separate parts with a broken heart. “That was one of my good ties. I still wanted to wear that.”
“Too bad; should’ve thought of that before you decided to hit on the violent girl,” she retorts, throwing me a wicked glance.
God, I thought I couldn’t fucking love her more, but apparently, I was wrong.
The fucking bite of this girl is amazing.
Her hand suddenly dives into my pocket, and she takes out my phone, then grabs my finger and smashes it against the screen.
“Fine, you won’t tell me? I’ll find out myself.”
“Hey!”
I struggle against my own ties as she searches through my phone.
“Interesting text messages,” she mumbles. “So your buddies are on that same site. I knew it. No wonder we met during a kill. They were already perusing the site, looking for a kill.”
“Those messages are private.”
“So was my interaction with Kai, yet you and Nathan somehow knew all about that,” she says, tilting her head to look down at me while scrolling through my app.
“Hey, I can’t help he was spying on you,” I say.
But I immediately regret it the moment I say the words out loud.
Because from the way her pupils dilate, this is new info to her.
And I just fucking spilled the beans on the one thing I promised not to tell.
Fuck.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing.”
She immediately pushes the knife against my throat again. “Tell me. Right now. Are there cameras in my room?”
Well, if I’m being threatened like this, I’m sure the bros won’t mind if I spill the beans. “Yes.”
She looks like a motherfucking dragon ready to breathe fire. “FUCK!”
She retracts the knife, only to chuck my phone at my face.
“Wait, don’t tell Kai I was the one who told you,” I say as she marches toward the door. “He will kill me. Slowly. And it won’t be any fun.”
“Fuck that,” she growls back as she storms out. “He won’t because I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Wow.
I don’t know whether to be scared or deathly turned on.
Probably both.
