Page 24 of Dark Prince

“Little deer.” He warns, as I move towards the wall of knives, my blood soaked hands taking another one down.

“Axel baby.” I warn back, “you see, we have a bit of a situation here, because when I kill someone, I need to fuck. But, you haven't answered for what you've done to me yet.”

“Actually, it’s probably best that you don’t let me out of these ropes because when I do get out of them, I am going to fuck you within an inch of your life. You’re going to beg me to stop.” His voice drops an entire octave, “Tell me little deer, have you had anybody spit in your mouth?” He’s fucking serious right now, I can see it on his face when I shake my head no. “You’re going to be a mess of tears, sweat, mascara, and cum.”

I grab the chair that Clayton was in a little while ago, dragging the legs as they scrape the floor. When I stop in front of him, he cocks his head to the side. “What are you doing?”

“Did you ever play musical chairs when you were in school?” I ask, dropping to my knees to undo his zipper.

“I might have, kinda don’t remember with your face that close to my cock.” I pull his hard dick out of the confines of his boxers. “Well the object of the game is to sit down when the music stops.”

“Gathered that much, thanks.” Axel says through gritted teeth.

“My object to the game is to edge you to the point that you say you’re sorry.” I give him a devilish grin as I look up at him through my lashes, licking the head of his cock. Then, I abruptly stand up and move over to the speaker I saw earlier, with a phone already there. I search for a very particular song, and give him a perfect strip tease, after all I am a stripper, so pleasing a man with my body and him not touching me is my fucking forte. When I’m down to the borrowed sports bra and underwear. I walk around the room gathering chairs, putting them in a circle. Making sure he’s at one end of it.

I watch as he moves uncomfortably in his chair and give him a cheeky air kiss. Once all the chairs are in place, I run over and press play onCloser by Nine Inch Nails,dancing the underwear and bra off, teasing him. I watch the muscle in his jaw tick and it makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Each step I take is thought through as I dance, dropping sexily into the first chair, right next to him, I push my hands down my body, teasing him until my fingers hit my clit and I moan. Dancing my way around the chairs, I make it to the one across from him, spreading my legs wide, just for him.

“I hope my fucking parents left.”

“And if they haven’t?” I grin, continuing my dance as the song keeps playing. The song is almost to the end, when I get to him, landing in his lap, using my hand to put him inside me, grinding my hips as he moans. The song ends and he pants, “The songs over, untie me.”

I grab his cheeks hard, “Open your fucking mouth.” I snarl at him, and when he opens it to say something I spit in his mouth.

The second the song starts again, I pop off his lap and start over. “Untie me Cordelia!” He shouts.

“Perk up Axel baby, this is going to be fun.” I smile sweetly.

He fights the binds again, trying to get out as I rub my clit, moaning as my body makes waves in the chair. I’m enjoying this far too much. When I make it back to him, this time, I straddle his lap backwards, sinking down on him, popping my ass up and down. He tries thrusting up into me, but the second he does, I stop and turn to look at him. “You’re not in control this time.” I shake a finger in his face.

I dance my way over to the knives again, because I have no idea what happened to the one I had before, it just magically disappeared. When I pick one out, I move behind him, singing along to the song as I trace the knife down his shirt. I grab the neck of his shirt and cut it down his body. Putting the sharp blade against his skin, I let it drag up his belly to his chest, pushing just enough to scratch. When I get to his neck, I grab his hair and pull his head back. When he looks up at me with dark eyes as I hold my knife there, I press it against his Adam’s apple, waiting to see what he does.

“If you’re going to do it, just fucking do it.” He growls. I press my lips to his, biting on his bottom lip, pulling on it until I feel my teeth pierce into his skin and I knick him with the knife.

Axel fucking moans.

Moans.

Goddamn, that just makes this that much hotter. My little psychopath. As I release him, I walk around his chair, fist his cock with one hand and hold the knife against the base of it with the other. “It’d be a shame to lose this magical cock you have.” I make a pouty face.

“Little deer.” He moans as I tighten my grip, stroking up to his tip.

“Say you’re sorry.” I whisper.

“I can’t.” He snaps.

“Why?” I stroke him, again and again, really wanting to feel him deep inside of me.

“Because I’m not.” He replies so casually.

“That’s a shame, good boys get rewarded.” I shrug, pushing the tip of the knife into his cock as he hisses. “Bad boys get punished, just ask Clayton.”

“Fuck!” He breaths out, his chest heaving like he’s about to cum.

“Awe. Are you gonna blow your load early?” I pout.

“Untie. Me.” He commands.

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