Page 55 of Blood & Kisses

“Is this what you want?” he asks, flipping his button and opening his fly.

My breath hitches, and I bite my lower lip. “Yes,” I gasp. “I want this.”

“Good girl,” he replies, running the blade of his knife along my thigh as a soft whimper exudes from my mouth because I’m so turned on, and this is a new experience for me. An older man that I’ve been crushing on for years, and whatever this is, he’s doing to me.

Once the blade of his knife reaches my short, he starts cutting as my clit pangs and my orgasm starts brimming. Two cuts to my shorts, and he pulls them off, so I’m wearing only a T-shirt and panties.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, noticing the twisted belt digging into my skin.

“No, please, can you loosen it a little?” I beg, and he does as I ask but doesn’t remove it altogether, and strangely, I’m pleased about that. This is a new discovery for my tastes and desires, but perhaps it’s the man more than the sex itself that I’m willing to be open and vulnerable for.

The blade of his knife moves under the hem of my T-shirt, and I stare at his face, now holding back fear, as he cuts and lines up to my chin. I like being at his mercy, and I like being laid bare for his pleasure. I never knew knife play was a thing that would make me so wet, but here we are, living the dream.

Once the T-shirt is cut, he slices through my bra and folds back the cups so my breasts are bare and my nipples hard. Gently, he brushes his fingers over my nipples and leans down to kiss my mouth, but when I rise to meet him, he pulls away to tease.

He moves away from my breasts and takes his knife to my panties, cutting them free, and I open my legs for him to climb inside me. Pulling away from me again, he stands at the foot of the bed and drops his pants, revealing a pair of tight black boxers.

I always wondered what he’d look like naked, and I’ve masturbated enough times with him in mind to his blue eyes and strong hands. But now it’s real. Finally, I can see my crush naked, and I will feel those hands all over me and that cock…

He drops the boxers down, and he is hard and thick in the girth, and I plead for him to penetrate me because I’m so horny. Instead, he walks to my side and brushes my cheek with his hand, then places the tip of his cock on my breast, rubbing it against my nipple while his hand slides between my legs, and I release a high-pitched moan, so hungry for more.

As he runs his cock over my breasts, his fingers are placed on each side of my clit, and he starts rubbing as juice floods from my pussy and. my hands naturally want to hold on to him, but they’re bound in his belt. Being in bondage only adds to the exhilaration and erotic pleasure I had never expected.

His cock moves away from my breasts to my mouth, and I lick my lip and lean forward, wrapping my mouth around his tip. He grunts for the first time since he started seducing me and whispers, “You’re so fucking sexy, Rae. Too young, but so tasty. Soft, young skin and innocent eyes.”

“No,” I moan over his cock. “I’m not too young. Please fuck me.”

His forehead furrows teasingly. “Dirty language is not becoming of you, Rae.”

“You don’t like it when I cuss?” I ask, running my tongue over the head of his penis, before taking it down his length.

“No. You can speak like that around people your age, but around me, I prefer etiquette,” he replies, pulling away from me to stand at the foot of the bed again.

“You want to see me again? I mean…you were kicking me out a moment ago,” I remind him.

And for the first time, he grins. “It was a test. I wanted you in my bedroom, and I know if I left the door unlocked, you couldn’t resist. He positions himself between my legs, kneeling on the bed, and starts rubbing his cock over my clit, and a wave of an orgasm claims me, hitching my breath, and wrestling with my chains, high-pitched sighs and so damn hungry for his penetration.

As my eyes drop closed while the wave thunders through me, he penetrates me without warning, and I scream out from the gratifying pleasure of his cock filling me up. He has me caged, bound in his belt, and his arms and body everywhere. If I were to take my last breath, I would die happy.

He starts moving inside of me in small circles, drawing out another orgasm that is on the edge. Then he falls into full force fucking, slamming that body into me, as the headboard bangs against the wall, and a slice of pain runs down my bound wrists, my head knocks lightly against the headboard, and I love every moment of it.

The pain. The pleasure. Smooth, soft curves meld together with his stiff muscles, determined expression, and rough chin, pounding the hell out of my pussy.

I cum again, screaming louder, the intensity is unbearable but so titillatingly glorious than before, and he cums inside of me, where Blake did only a few hours ago. He pulls out, half-limp and wet from my juice, and leaves the room as my eyes fall onto those impressive butt cheeks.

After several moments’ past, I call after him. “You haven’t forgotten me?” When there’s no reply, I start wrestling with the belt again, trying to come loose with no avail.

He reappears with his hand on his cock, those blue eyes raking all over my naked body as he starts pumping that cock, until he’s hard again.

“I’ll release you when I’m done,” he says smoothly, opening his top drawer and taking out a tube of lubricant. Methodically, he squeezes out a small amount onto his palm and rubs it between his hands to warm it before slathering the lube all over his length.

Those hands find my thighs and roll me over onto my side before climbing onto the bed. When I make a little gasp, he asks, “Are you in pain?”

I shake my head. “What are you going to do?” I swallow over the lump in my throat because he seems even more sinister than now than before he fucked me. What punishment is he going to dish out next?

“You invite yourself into my bed,” he snarls, adjusting the position of my thighs and butt before the mattress sinks of him climbing onto the bed. From this angle, I can’t see much, so I’m placing my trust in the hands of the detective. “Therefore, your body is mine until I’m done.”

Fear shivers down my spine as fingers worm into my tight hole, and I know now what he has planned. “I haven’t done this before,” I tell him, hoping for sympathy.

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