Page 78 of Black Hearts
“I’m going to do something,” I warned, “and it might not feel good for the first few moments, but if you relax, I promise you, it will only make me fucking you feel more amazing.”
Juliet swallowed. “What are you…” She trailed off as I spread her legs more, my hand running down from her cunt and to her ass. “Bennet.” She almost sounded like she was whining, or maybe that was only because she still rode the high of her orgasm. Who could say?
I took the switchblade, and I put it somewhere no switchblade had ever gone before, at least on Juliet’s body.
Right in her lovely ass.
She whimpered. She squirmed a bit. I told her, “It’s better if you relax. Trust me, it can feel good, but you have to let it.” It was only when I had the handle a little over an inch inside her that I let it go, waiting to see. It’d be obvious if she wasn’t relaxed, but to my surprise and twisted delight, her body didn’t push it out. It stayed in her—though the tip dug into the ground a bit from the angle, which I was sure helped keep it in.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you again. Tell me if it gets too deep or cuts you, okay? Otherwise, learn to enjoy it.” Hey, Juliet had multiple guys at her disposal. Sooner or later that ass would be used just like her cunt. It was only a matter of time.
I didn’t wait for her to reply. My cock might’ve softened a bit after coming the second time, but fucking her with the switchblade had set the engine going once more. It would take longer for me to come again, but I could. Oh, I knew I could. Something about this night made me all sorts of horny. No amount of orgasms could ever be too many.
Pushing into her cunt, I went slow this time, knowing Juliet had to get used to the feeling of something hard in her ass simultaneously. Didn’t want to scar her. I was one of the ones who’d benefit from a broken-in ass, anyway.
I was a little nervous, at first. I didn’t know how she’d take it. She seemed a little tense underneath me, as if all too aware that my switchblade was in her ass. But at the same time, she didn’t stop me, didn’t ask me to slow down or take it out of her. She was working on it, working on making herself relax.
Like I’d said, relaxation was key. If you were relaxed, you could learn to enjoy anything. Although, if I was honest, being worked up made everything fun, too.
I knew the moment Juliet gave into the pleasure, because her muscles slacked, and she breathed out a moan that told me she had completely surrendered. I couldn’t help but smirk at that. The other guys could thank me later for starting to break that cute little ass in.
Her pussy milked my cock for all it was worth, dragging moans out of me. I couldn’t say how long we lasted, but it was a while, and fuck, it felt just as good then as it had in the beginning. I even drew another orgasm out of her, knife in ass and all. Kind of proud of myself for that.
We fucked deep into the night. Or was it well into the next morning? Whatever. My phone was in the house, and I didn’t really give a shit as to what time it was. All I knew was: her body was fucking spectacular, and right now it was all mine. All her sounds, all her orgasms: mine.
Here’s to many more nights with my knife and my cock filling up her body.
Chapter Thirteen – Juliet
I sat near the pool, sunning myself. I couldn’t really remember how I got there, but it didn’t matter. I was content, and I didn’t want to move. Happy in the sun, here at the Scott estate, with my men. I’d found where I wanted to be, and nothing and no one was ever going to take that from me.
But then I heard something splash loudly in the pool and was brought out of my contentment. I opened my eyes and saw a young girl swimming in the pool. Maybe ten years old, with long blond hair and eyes black as the night. She was busy grinning, and then she turned that grin to me. I smiled back and—
Whatever else was going to happen in my dream was torn from me the moment I woke up to find myself snuggling with Bennet out in the woods. Certain parts of me were sore, reminding me of everything we did out here.
I didn’t move right away, mostly because I was too busy thinking about that dream. The girl in the pool… her hair was like mine, but those eyes. They weren’t like mine at all. No, they were much more like Markus’s.
And then it hit me.
Was that girl supposed to be our daughter? Was I dreaming of having a kid with Markus? That was… I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I had only begun to live for myself so recently.
But I remembered how content I’d felt in the dream, the swell of happiness I saw when I gazed out at the pool and met my daughter’s eyes. Was it so wrong to find purpose in raising a daughter that would never have to go through the things I did? Hmm. I think that was a question for a later time.
“Juliet! Are you out here?” Someone’s voice called out to me, and I slowly sat up, Bennet sluggish to do the same beside me.
“What the fuck is going on?” Bennet huffed, frowning. He wiped at his face, and then his black hair. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know,” I said, glancing down and realizing we were both still very much naked. “But I hear Theo’s voice, I think. He’s looking for me.” I got up, groaning as I did so. Like I’d mentioned before, certain lower parts of my body felt quite used. Not in a bad way, just, you know. Used.
I crawled over to where our clothes were, and I was able to slip on my bra and my panties for the most part, but my shirt was… uh, torn to shreds. I threw a look at Bennet, who still lounged about on the ground as if nothing was wrong, as if he didn’t care about Theo seeing his package, which was on proud display for the whole world to see.
“Use my shirt if you have to,” Bennet spoke with a grunt.
Well, I pretty much had to. I reached for his shirt, tugging it on, and then I got into my pajama bottoms. At least they weren’t quite torn up like my shirt. A little here and there, but they stayed on my hips, at least.
“Theo?” I called out to him. “We’re over here.” I didn’t want to leave Bennet’s side—not like I was worried he wouldn’t make it back to the house by himself, but still, it didn’t feel right to just leave him after the night we’d shared. It’d been a long time coming.
Although the thing with the knife still made me blush when I thought about it.
