“I think you deserve a reward.”
She nodded frantically wiggling beneath me while her hands freely roamed me, making me lose all concentration.
“Use your words, little demon,” I demanded, holding her throat like her own handcrafted collar.
“Please fuck me,” she begged, her pupils blown. She wanted me to fuck her and make her beg more. She liked when I held her down and teased her clit until she felt like she’d overheat.
“But you were bad, weren’t you?” I asked, holding out my knife. Andy and I had yet to test this kink. To dive deep and extricate what she wanted.
Her chest rose faster, heavier, almost as if the thought of the blade alone was hot enough to orgasm over. I smirked at the way her mouth opened, the obvious awe she experienced made my dick harder.
“But I didn’t mean—”
“Uh-uh,” I chastised, knowing she’d try to get out of it. “You chose to stay away for too long.” She worried her lip, squirming more as I kept her locked beneath my form.
She looked perfect like this, all red, sweaty, needy for my cock and fingers and tongue.
“But—”
“Let’s not lie,” I teased, running the back of the blade up her shirt. She took a deep breath, her face comically red, like she wanted to get off on the blade alone.
Maybe, I should.
“Please, Madden,” she begged. She snaked her palm up my thigh and I allowed it, just to punish her for it in the end. When she went to my hardened length, she squeezed harshly. I nearly blew my load at the sensation of her hot flesh against mine.
Letting out a hiss, I allowed myself the pleasure of her touch before smacking her hand away. She tensed, staring at me with this glazed expression.
“Oops,” she simpered, her little lips tilting in amusement. She had the appearance of triumph when she was basically motionless under me.
“Oops,” I mimicked, bringing the blade to her bra, slicing it open. The little shreds I ripped through made her squeak, but when the blade nicked her breast, she moaned. “I knew you’d bend for me, little demon, but watching it...” I trailed off, bending to her chest. My tongue dragged against the little bubbles of red starting to rise. “Is fucking beautiful.”
She moved her hips up, her cunt rubbing all up against me. The power she had over me and didn’t even know it almost undid me with every thrust. “Fuck me, please,” she tried again, her eyes watching me intently.
“Is that what you want? My cock inside you?”
She nodded too quickly, not a single thought other than getting off. I tsked at her, shaking my head. “What if I wanted to use something else?” Twirling the blade in my palms, I watched her blink rapidly, her flush deepening. It was a question laced in wonder, stuffing this knife up her, using it to fuck her until she screamed was too inviting not to try.
Would it hurt? Feeling the hilt edge inside her, push barriers, be stiff as fuck and not malleable?
She blinked once, then twice, her teeth gnawing at her lip.
“Maybe.”
“You have a safe word, little demon,” I promised, wanting her to know reaching her hard limits weren’t the goals. I didn’t want to make her need it, I only wanted to see what she wanted and if I wanted it too.
“I know, but I want to try something different. We agreed to test limits together.”
I smiled, unable to hold it back. “Lay back then, spread your legs.”
She seemed so high off the adrenaline, it took her a breath to understand my words and do as I described.
She flattened her palms against the bed, her fidgeting reminding me how much she needed to be controlled.
I didn’t question the action, driving me forward, I leaned in, flattening my tongue against her clit. She keened upward, her body folding quickly. I would never tire of her taste hitting my mouth. It was addicting—much like my vices—Andy was my fucking drug.
“Fuck, did I tell you how much I love your piercings?” she practically whimpered over the words. Laying here, she was art. Literal brushstrokes, speckles, and lines of beauty.
Andy was the melody to my lyrics, the words on my music sheets, and the fucking tune as my fingers caressed my instruments.
I wanted to devour her moans and create music, harmonize with her whimpers and groan with my own rhythm while the world lost themselves with jealousy over us. Then again, the possessive nature of myself wouldn't allow anyone to experience her.
No one but me.
Never again.
I swiped my tongue up, deliberately, slow, a brush as soft as my fingers on the keys. “So good,” I reminded her. Inhaling deep, I licked and flicked, slower and slower, allowing the drag of my tongue to be the only pressure on her body.
Earlier, when I flicked her clit with my guitar pick in the car, she cried for me. Tears hit her eyes as I edged her to the precipice, just to tease her some more.
Now she shook beneath me, her thighs having trouble staying open. I reached for them, gripping with a force that would bruise. She cried, muffled by her own hand as she felt every press of my mouth.
“Such a good girl,” I praised. “Don’t hold back your screams, little demon. They’re the perfect pitch to stroke my cock with.”
Her eyes met mine at my words and she looked high as fuck. Maybe she was, maybe it was possible to come from the simple pleasure of degradation and possession.
I brought the knife up her thigh, scoring the skin with the back edge, making sure not to make her bleed there. Yet. That’d come later. For now, it was the thrill of being bit by the metal without the blood she needed.
She’d probably like it either way.
When I reached the apex of her thighs, hitting that erogenous zone she always melted from, I pressed in, making sure to rub back and forth.
“Please, please, please,” the words came out unconsciously.
“Please, what?” She blinked a ton, little tears rushing from her eyes onto the mattress. “Come on, use that mouth of yours, demon.”
She bit her lip and shook her head, almost like she warred with herself over what she wanted. Was it the blade? My cock? What was it?
“Come on, little demon. Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll grant you your wish.”
She whimpered, moving her hands from her face. Her eyes bored through mine, her little cheeks all red and dark like she was more than flushed, overheating from the thought.
“I need it inside me, Madden.”
Chapter Fifty-Four
My Heart I Surrender – I Prevail
Andy
I stared down at him, my body shaking uncontrollably from the simple brush of his mouth. Then he brought out the blade, making me near orgasm over the touch of metal.
I’d stalked Tumblr enough to know what kinks I wanted to try, and being fucked with a knife was on the shortlist with hot wax. Giving him that kind of power over me scared me and thrilled me for so many different reasons.
When the blade accidentally cut into me before, and he licked me after? It almost made me combust without his mouth on me. Now, he played with my hips, the divots above them, and fuck, I wanted to fall apart for him, but what I wanted more was to try something new.
Madden leaned back, his bare chest in all its darkened glory like a fucking story of him. Each image represented moments—there were lyrics, gravestones, you name it. He had it.