Page 90 of Heartless Heathens
I shoved her down onto the bed and she landed with a bounce, using her elbows to support her. She was wearing a black dress with a short mesh skirt and a red leather corset. It pushed her tits up so high that from this angle they looked like they could suffocate her.
“You said I was messed up, that I liked to hurt you. Isn’t that right?” I asked and she swallowed hard.
“Yes.” She breathed out as I loomed over her, tracing over her soft skin with the sharp point of the knife, not hard enough to cut but enough pressure to leave a red mark.
“What about you, Romina. Do you like to hurt?” I pressed the blade to her neck again, forcing her to lift up her chin to look at me.
“I do.”
I ran the blade through the corset, cutting the ribbon that brought it together in the front, not stopping at the skirt. The fabric split in half and I palmed my hands over her soft skin, relishing the feeling of her warmth against my cold touch.
“Are you already wet for me?” I whispered in her ear before rubbing the smooth opal handle of the dagger against the bundle of nerves in her center.
“Ah, yes,” she moaned out seductively.
“Are you wet for me, or are you wet for Corvin?” I asked and her eyes jarred open at my question.
“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully like the good girl she was.
I continued to rub up and down against her clit, she threw her head back in an appreciative manner while I continued to work her up with one hand on the knife and the other touching every inch of her exposed skin. I ran my tongue along the red lines I’d scratched into her with the pointed part of the blade and she let out a breathy gasp.
“Why are you so desperate to be liked by the men who your very father deems evil?” I asked her, slowly pushing the handle of the knife inside her and forcing a pleasureful groan from deep inside her chest.
“He’s not my father.” She protested with another moan once I thrusted deeper and harder, having to hold the sharp end of the knife in my hand in order to go as far inside her as I wanted it to.
She squirmed against the handle, moving her hips like she was desperate for more. I moved faster, squeezing the blade tightly enough to know that there would soon be blood dripping from my hand onto her. She gasped with every thrust, clawing at the sheets and begging for release.
“Is it because you’re a dirty little slut?” I asked and her face twisted up.
“No!” She shook her head.
She pushed her hands against me like she was trying to shove me off of her but I pinned her down with one hand and fucked her with the handle of the blade as hard as I could. I ignored the burn in my palm, watching droplets of my blood coating her pretty cunt while she moaned and screamed.
“Only someone as fucked up as you would enjoy this Romina,” I told her, dipping my head down to lick me off of her.
“No-No! No! Stop!” She begged.
“Do you like this because you’re a dirty little whore?” I spat out, my hand burning against the sharp steel cutting into my flesh.
She came hard, writhing against the handle and eyes rolling to the back of her head while her mouth let out feral sobs. Blood pooled around my grip and smeared down the inside of her thighs.
“Answer me!” I screamed.
“Safeword! Safeword!” She cried between breaths and I lifted off of her, pulling the handle out.
“What’s wrong? What do you need?” I backed away, giving her the space I thought she might want.
I threw the knife on the mattress next to her, the silver portion glistening with my blood. She picked it up to inspect it, eyeing the blade first and then my hand. The tears ran freely down her face, like she had no control over whether they spilled or not. She took a stuttered inhale before trying to speak.
“I’m not those things. I’m not dirty!” She dropped her head into her hands and began to sob a sound almost too painful for me to ignore.
“No, you aren’t.” I reassured her, taking a step closer. “Can I touch you?”
She shook her head, still too wounded from my words. It should have stung, but my heart had turned to stone too long ago. She didn’t want me and I didn’t know how to make it better. I only knew how to make it worse.
So I did just that.
“Do you want the answer to your question?” I asked and she nodded meekly.
