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I gasped, arching my back, enjoying this new side to him. This wasn’t as frantic and needy as we had been previously. This was slow and steady. He was feasting on my body, taking pleasure in my pleasure, gently guiding me through this new phase in our sex life.

I raised my hips, drawing the knife in deeper, and he laughed. “That’s it, Rachel. Take it all. Fuck my knife. Let me see you get off on the blade that sliced open those that harmed you.”

Why the fuck was that so hot? Why the fuck was I so turned on by the thought of him murdering someone to protect me?

I did as I was told, raising and lowering my hips, feeling the knife slide in and out of me. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe with the leather belt still wrapped tight around my throat, which only turned me on even more.

I jerked when I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips open further, seeking out my clit. He began circling it in time with my thrusts, finding a rhythm that soon had me panting beneath him.

“You look fucking amazing right now. I will never get tired of the image of your tight wet pussy fucking my blade. My cock is so hard looking at you.”

He lavished praise on me as I continued slowly bucking my hips, rotating them against the handle of the knife, feeling the pressure build low in my stomach.

“Are you going to cum, Rachel?” he asked, taking control of the knife as he pushed it in and out of me, only slightly picking up the speed I had set.

I nodded my head and then choked as he stopped stroking my clit and tightened the leather belt. My vision turned black as he completely restricted my breathing whilst continuing to pump in and out of my pussy with his knife.

My mouth fell open on a strangled gasp as he pushed the handle in as deep as possible, sending me catapulting over the edge as a soft wave of orgasm rolled into me. He released the pressure of the belt, allowing me to draw in some shallow gasps as he pulled the knife out of me and brought it to my lips.

My tongue instinctively came out to clean up his weapon, my pussy clenching at the satisfied noises and murmurs of approval he made.

“That knife was used to slice off pieces of Ben’s skin,” he said, climbing up my body to position himself at the entrance of my pussy. “It was used to take the life of the whore who helped sell you,” he said, pushing inside me slowly. “I used that knife to slice open the necks of all those involved in harming you.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. I had no idea why this was so hot to me, but it was. “Keep talking to me.”

His hips rolled into mine, taking his time with me as he tightened the belt again. “That same knife that just made you cum was the same knife that was scraping against Ben’s bone when I stabbed it through his knees,” he breathed into my ears. “The same knife that just had you gasping in pleasure was the same one that had him begging for mercy.”

I couldn’t see him, but I could still practically feel his eyes on me as he raised his head. I knew he was looking down at me, scanning me for signs that I was uncomfortable. He released the belt slightly, allowing me to breathe, and I drew in breaths whilst I could.

I deliberately tensed my pussy around him, silently letting him know I was okay, and he tightened the belt once more. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, before he drove it back inside me, making my tits bounce with the force of his thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you? You like the thought of those men being tortured, just like you’re being tortured right now. You like the thought of the blade slicing their throats, just as your throat is currently being strangled. You’re such a filthy whore, Rachel, and I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

He repeated this a few more times, tightening the belt, watching my body for signs I couldn’t handle it anymore and then released it, giving me a brief moment of reprieve before it was tightened once more.

Each time he tightened it; it lasted for longer. The tighter it was, the faster he drove his cock inside me.

It wasn’t long until he was fucking me so hard it almost hurt. My throat was raw from being strangled, and my chest was burning from denied breaths.

And I wouldn’t have changed a goddamn second of it.

At one point, I had tried to let go of the table; to show him I trusted him implicitly. But my hands were put straight back on there, and he delivered a painful slap to the side of my face.

“Keep your fucking hand on the table, Rachel. You never know when it’s too much. We don’t know your limits. But damned if we’re not about to find out,” he promised, tightening the belt once more.

Each time the belt was tightened, I felt my orgasm rushing forward. Each time it loosened, it ebbed away. I sobbed beneath him, thrusting my entire body upwards, silently demanding he gave me what I needed.

I couldn’t speak the words, but if I could, I wouldn’t have been beyond begging for it.

“Do you want to cum, kitten?” He mocked me, loosening the belt and slowing down the thrusting of his cock.

“Dante,” I croaked, but my words were cut off as he tightened the belt and fucked me harder than before.

Emotion rushed through my body as he kept denying my release. I was confused, frustrated, horny beyond belief, and so excited and turned on, I was almost scared.

I felt his eyes on me again, and the belt was loosened, but his thrusting didn’t slow. He continued fucking me hard and fast, keeping my orgasm building this time. I followed his lead, bucking my hips upwards to meet him thrust for thrust as he murmured words of encouragement down my ear. He was telling me how good I felt, how much he wanted me, how he was hard just looking at me.

“Please,” I begged, barely recognising my own voice.

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