Page 41 of The Demons We Hide

The sound of his zipper is loud in my ears as his knuckles brush against my lower spine. "Fuck yourself with the handle of my knife, Prep Girl," Gio urges as hot flesh touches my skin.

He's taken himself out of his pants and I want to see. I start to turn, but he stops whatever he's doing and grabs my hand. Tightening both of our fingers over the blade, he pulls it out and pushes it in roughly. I cry out. The knife handle isn't a dildo, it's not soft or malleable. It's not meant to go where it is and the only reason it probably doesn't hurt more is the fact that I'm leaking like a dripping faucet. I'm gushing between my legs, soaking the floor beneath us.

"I made sure you won't cut yourself," Gio says, voice thick with tension. "Don't worry about what I'm doing. You made a deal. It's time for you to honor it. Fuck yourself, Juliet.Now."

My lips part, a quip on the tip of my tongue to deny him, but then my muscles squeeze around the handle of the knife and the want surges inside me. I tighten my hold around the blade and turn my head back to face the mirror. I watch in an almost detached sort of fascination as I see myself pull the handle almost all the way out and then push it back in.

Gio lets me go, his own gaze locked on the place between my legs in the mirror. I feel his knuckles bump against my ass again as he reaches for his own cock. He sighs against my face and then rubs his nose up and down my jawline, forcing me to tip my head. The sensation of him dragging the rough stubble on his cheek against my skin makes me tighten around the foreign object inside my body.

"Put your fingers on that pretty clit and rub it for me," he urges.

My other hand drifts down, smoothing down my stomach to follow his command as I circle my clit. White hot lightning flashes through me, an impending warning of what's to come. His hand draws up and down and something velvety soft touches the top of my ass. I wish I could see him pumping his fist. I wish I could watch him stroke himself.

I nearly jolt out of my skin when the piercing atop his cock brushes me. My fingers contract around the fabric covered blade as I use it on myself, back and forth, in and out. My breaths come faster and faster. Gio groans.

"Just like that," he urges. "God, yes. Are you squeezing around the handle, Jules?"

I arch up, thrusting my breasts into the air as I scrape a nail delicately over my clit. "Yes." I'm clamped down so hard on the handle that it's hard to pull it out of me. It's not nearly enough to fill me.

My fingers move between the folds of my cunt, spreading them wide as I circle my clit again and again. I'm almost there and yet, I can't seem to reach the height of the precipice I'm reaching for. A whimper builds and escapes. "Please, Gio ... Please. I can't.I can't."

He grunts. The sound is a desperate, needy one that matches my own. "Yes, you can," he says. "Make yourself cum while I watch. Drench that fucking knife."

My head turns back and forth, the fluttering of blue in my vision a brief distraction. All too soon, I'm back to focusing on the swelling tide ofwantcurling in my gut. My hips rock back and forth as I fuck myself on his knife. I gasp and beg, all sense of subduing myself gone.

"It's not enough," I practically sob.

"I'll give you more," Gio promises. A moment later, I feel the hard length of him against my back with no knuckles in the way. He reaches around and grips my chin, tilting my face to the side so that his mouth can slant over mine.

Yes! I lean into the kiss, devouring him with as much energy as I can muster. My head swims through thick, dark waters as his tongue invades and steals away the last of my sanity. All the while, his other hand moves to one of my breasts. I'm only dimly aware of him playing with my breast until he grips one nipple and twists.Hard.

I scream, writhing against him as I slam the knife into my cunt. I spasm around it, a white light erupting in my mind and sending me spiraling into a release. It’s too fast, there and then gone. I sag against him, letting my hand flop away from the handle still inside me.

Thankfully, he seems to realize it as Gio reaches down and carefully pulls it free of my body. The wet sucking sound of my pussy releasing the weapon echoes throughout the room. I watch in a daze as he lifts the knife and looks at me in the mirror as he opens his mouth. Gio's pink tongue darts out and he licks it straight up, cleaning the handle of my pussy juices.

My barely satisfied insides clench in wanton desire.

"You taste just as good as you smell," he whispers. Gio's breaths rumble against my face. I can feel his burning stare through the reflection of the mirror. Knowing he's watching, hearing his heart thunder against my back, his cock pulsing against the top of my ass ... it starts to spark something new inside me.

My teeth scrape against my bottom lip. "Is that the last of your wish?"

Gio's eyes flare at the obvious challenge, and he grins. Tossing the knife behind him on the bed, he grabs my waist and lifts me up. I nearly bolt forward at the ease with which he lifts me, but a moment later, he positions me right over the head of his pierced cock and I go still. He's right there and I want it. The orgasm that he'd forced from me had been too short. It hadn't been enough.

"That was just the start of my first wish, Prep Girl," Gio murmurs as he drops me.

I cry out again as gravity takes hold and forces me down over the thick, rigid length of his cock. Too fast. Too much. That's what he is. All over me. All the time. He's everywhere.

My hands reach out as I unhook my legs from his to plant my feet on the floor. Using a grip on his knees, I force my descent to slow just enough, but soon enough, he's all the way inside, stretching my inner muscles around him as I shudder through microbursts of pleasure as they cascade all around me.

"Fuck." Gio's gritted out curse makes me smile. It's quite possibly my first real smile in weeks. "That's it. Fuck yeah. Squeeze me just like that." His hands land on my hips and together, the two of us move against one another. Him helping to lift me up until just the tip of his cock rests inside my opening and then releasing to let me lower myself back down.

The rippling feel of the piercing at the head of his cock drags against my sensitive inner walls. Gio groans, the sound low and animalistic. Each time he grips me, his fingers dig into my flesh as if he doesn't want to let go. But I do. I want to let go and stop thinking, stop hating, stop everything but the climb back towards pleasure.

My cunt sucks on his cock with each withdrawal. My breaths turn raw inside my lungs as I work myself down and back up. Over and over again, I take him inside of me until my thighs start to quiver. My pussy walls are a little sore from the handle of the knife, but the need to take another orgasm is too much to stop. We're locked together, he and I, and there's no separating us until we reach the end.

"Gio." His name is a pant as he releases my hip on the next descent down his length. He cups my breasts, squeezes them lightly as he pinches my nipples. The sharp bites of pain only threaten to send me into that white light all over again. Too soon.

He groans. "God, I love it when you say my name like that," he admits. "All breathy, like you can't fucking wait for me. What are you thinking of right now, Jules?"

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