Page 69 of Perilous

What else am I supposed to do right now?

I lower myself down and tease her clit with the head of my cock. She gasps and lifts herself.

“Scream,” I growl at her.

“Fuck me,” she says.

It’s too proper. Too quiet.

I reach for the knife. “I said to scream!”

“Fuck me!” Annika yells. “Fuck me right now!”

“More,” I order. “More!”

“Fuck my soaked cunt!”

I damn near fucking howl as I thrust forward, sliding into her sheathed walls, that intense wet grip taking me. I can’t believe this is happening right now. My cock is still gently throbbing from the first orgasm and now her cunt is tempting me to deliver even more cum.

I bring the knife into the air and fall forward with a grunt. My left hand hits the bed. My right hand comes down.

Annika lets out a scream of total fear. Her cunt tightens even more around me.

God, I swear this woman is going to snap my cock right off my body.

I don’t stab her. Of course I don’t. The knife hits the bed and sinks in with ease. I grip the end of the knife tight and fuck Annika like I’m never going to feel her again.

My body is thrown into a sense of overdrive as I feel another round of pure rushing bliss hit me. She’s drained my cock with her mouth and now I’m somehow aminute manover here, ready to go again.

I pull the knife out of the bed and pull my cock from her cunt. I stroke myself just like I always do at this moment of pinnacle. Another blast of cum is thrown from my cock, hitting her left shoulder. My balls instantly start to ache with pain.

I release my hold on my cock and let it just hang there, throbbing, cum collecting and dripping whenever it feels like it.

I take the knife and carefully run the blade along Annika stomach. I make sure I don’t cut her but I also make sure I collect some of my cum.

“Lick the blade, doll,” I order her.

There’s no hesitation from her. No fear. No shivering or shaking. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

“Trust, Annika,” I say. “Trust…”

I place the blade on her tongue, carefully slide it and turn it a little, depositing my cum on her tongue. I do so without cutting her.

I then toss the knife to the floor and grab her face with both of my hands. And I kiss her, hard and deep.

Yeah, I taste my own cum. What the fuck do I care? I have Annika right where I want her. Her life is over. But she has me.

And she has no idea what’s going to happen next.

* * *

She showers,eats, and falls asleep. All without the need of drugs.

She’s in a state of pure, confused bliss the entire time. Battling her own emotions. Her deep seeded needs that I’ve met. The ones she didn’t even know existed because her mind—like many others—wouldn’t even allow the thought to cross it. And you wonder why so many are bored or depressed when it comes to their bedroom enjoyment.

I don’t go near the bed as she sleeps. I’m not here to fucking cuddle her or play with her hair and stroke her cheek. I’m not here to steal sleepy kisses and whisper romantic phrases that bear no weight on the world we live in.

I’m not ripped from the pages of a book. I’m ripped from the depths of hell. My task here is redemption and she’s in front of me, sound asleep.

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