Page 43 of Ruinous Need
With the tip of the knife, he traces a pattern on my lower back, leaving a trail of red in its wake. The biting pain makes me gasp and hold the pole tighter. He uses just enough pressure to to sting, without cutting me deep.
I never know where he’s going next, leaving every nerve ending in my body anticipating his next move and aching for attention. My nipples bundle together in hot peaks, though the knife is nowhere near them.
The pain gives an edge of clarity to my pleasure. But it’s not enough. I want Viktor to do something irreversible.
I want him to carve his name into my back, to mark me forever.He doesn’t, just tracing light raised red patterns over my back. He’s still, infuriatingly, in control.
Everything he does to me is like this.
Tantalizingly good yet designed to be impermanent. I want it to last longer, even though I know why it can’t. Even though I know how precarious our situation is, still I crave him claiming me in a way that feels irreversible and unchanging.
As if he knows what I want, he murmurs against my neck.
“You want more. Pain slut.”
The words sting worse than the knife, but the mirror proves them to be undeniably true. My pussy gleams with arousal from the knife play. I’m trembling with desire as he trails the knife away from my back and slices my bra in two as well.
When the tight elastic drops away in ribbons, he slides the knife back into his pocket. I feel a shiver of disappointment. I don’t know what I wanted. Something more than a few scratches on my back.
He presses into me from behind and slides his hands to my thighs, which he pushes apart until I feel the cool air hit my pussy. His throbbing hardness is seated against my ass. Once again, he’s fully clothed, stripping my own clothes away until I’m nothing but a naked plaything bent over in the position he wants.
While he remains fully composed and in control of the situation. I want to see him let go.
“You knew I’d do this.” His voice rumbles from low in his chest. “You knew I’d have to punish you for turning my lounge into a strip club. For suggesting that other men could see you like this.”
He reaches a hand up my torso to tweak my nipple. “Admit it.”
I nod my head helplessly. “I knew.” He hasn’t touched my pussy and I’m already soaking wet.
“How do you want me to punish you?”
“With your cock.” The reply bursts from my lips eagerly. Too fast. I don’t care. Viktor’s only ever made me cum with his fingers. I’m desperate to feel him inside me.
He shakes his head and blows air out between his lips. “That would be crossing a line.”
“Are we not already?” I try to ask but my voice trails off into a weak, needy whine at the end.
I’m too distracted by the hardness pressing against my clit, then trailing over my pussy. Finally.
Something blunt presses against my dripping entrance. I almost sigh in relief, but to my disappointment it’s not Viktor’s cock. It’s hard, cool metal.
The knife. He’s going to fuck me with the handle of the knife.
He doesn’t do that either. He dips the handle in my juices, enough to get it wet, and then he presses the blunt head of the handle to my other hole.
I freeze. No-one’s ever done that to me before.
“Lisette.” His voice is hard when he senses my hesitation. I shudder as he brings his thumb to my clit. “This is meant to be a punishment, isn’t it?”
I nod my head slowly as he presses harder. I can already feel myself starting to open up from his teasing of my clit. He pushes more insistently now, and it begins to slip inside.
“Ohhh God.” I cry out at the feeling. The rush of pain, the stretch, then the feeling of fullness. I thought it would be his worst punishment yet, but I find myself enjoying the way the handle rubs inside me. He pushes it deeper. My ass tries to push it out.
“Relax,” he hisses in my ear, making my pussy clench with need. Until finally, the handle is fully embedded in my ass and Viktor carefully fucks me with it, his jacket wrapped around the knife blade.
The knife stuffed in my ass brings me agonizingly close to the edge, but my empty pussy is aching.
“Please, Viktor, please.” I beg him, debasing myself, my lips open. My voice is breathy. “Your cock, please, fuck me.”
