Page 9 of Into the Blue
“Fuck, Diamond. You’re gonna soak my shit.” Blue leans over my back with his lips so close to my ear when he whispers, “Are you gonna take this handle like a good girl and show me how bad you want this dick or am I gonna have to tie you up?”
Oh.
Fuck.
Chapter 4
I’m fucked.
In the literal sense and in the figurative sense. And it’s not something I was expecting.
The knife.
It’s the knife that’s poised right at my opening and I basically asked him for it.
I should be terrified that he has a weapon so close to the most sensitive part of me.
That fear tangles with adrenaline and creates a need that I can’t comprehend.
I have never had a knife this close to me so many times and definitely not this close to my vagina.
But, I asked for this.
The handle of his knife slides into me with an ease I could only thank him for. He’s the one who made me wet enough to coat the rough material that feels like it was ribbed for my pleasure as each one of the moulded ridges enters me slowly. His breath is warm on my neck as the thumb guard reaches my hole.
I’m breathy and spun up but I manage, “Blue, what are you doing to me?”
“Exactly what I want,” he says into my ear, sending more hot lust down to my pussy. The handle is not exactly large, but it’s bigger than I could have thought. “Show me how good you take it. Don’t want any of that fake moanin’ shit.”
Fake moaning?
I feel my legs close to shaking with the quickening of how he’s thrusting the knife into me. I have to remember this is work. He is a mark. I’m here for a reason and it was not to make a mess of his knife to the point of losing my mind.
But I am.
Losing my mind, that is.
Each ridge of the handle catching that spot inside me perfectly as my channel squeezes. He moves it in and out again. My head falls back. He has a hand in my hair so he can keep an eye on my expressions while I take his knife.
How is this so fucking sexy?If anyone had asked me if coming on someone’s knife was a kink I was into, I would have disagreed.
Would have disagreed vehemently and likely cursed them out.
I would have been dead wrong.
But it’s not just the knife.
It’s the man and how expertly he does… everything. I was not prepared to be introduced to something new when I teased him earlier.
This is definitely new. For me, anyway.
As a glorified sex doll, I thought I’d seen it all but very few men have imagination.
I wonder how many other women has he done this with.
Fucking hell.
Slowly, so achingly slow, he removes the handle from my pussy before I have a chance to crest that wave.
