Page 92 of Undisputed Chaos
She shifted on the bed, one leg bent, hip cocked just enough to drive me wild.
Isla
Tell me more. I want to hear how you see me.
She was learning fucking fast. My little exhibitionist.
Adrian
Every time you move, I want to trace those lines with my tongue, to mark every inch until my touch is branded into your skin.
She bit her lower lip, that telltale flush spreading down her throat to her chest. She was getting off on this—on my words, on being watched, on the power she held over me even through a screen.
I reached into my pocket, fingers closing around the familiar weight of my jade-handled knife—the blade that had been inside her just last night, that still carried traces of her scent, her essence.
I pulled it out, the metal gleaming in the blue light of my monitors.
Isla
What else?
Adrian
You're a dirty little angel, aren't you?
Naked and desperate for my attention, putting on a show because you know it drives me insane. I can still taste you onthis blade.
Her sharp intake of breath was audible through the audio feed. She sat up straighter, eyes widening with recognition and arousal.
Isla
The knife?
Adrian
The same one that made you scream my name under the stars.
I dragged the dull edge of the blade along the length of my cock, still wrapped in her ruined panties.
The cool metal against heated skin, the memory of where it had been, the exquisite edge of pain—it was enough to make my vision blur.
I hissed through gritted teeth, forcing myself to go slower, to savor this torture.
The knife had claimed her, and now it was marking me, binding us together in ways that went deeper than skin.
She moved, rising to her knees on the bed, back arched, hands sliding over her skin. Every movement was calculated seduction, and she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Adrian
Spread your legs. Let me see that pussy dripping for me.
She had to know the request was coming.
I dragged the knife along my shaft again, harder this time, the metal warming from my skin.
The pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Just like with her. She was my heaven and my hell, my salvation and my damnation.
