Page 42 of My Turn Petal
“Mmm.”
“Take a deep breath,” he whispers to my ear as the helmet rests against my face, “Just the tip.” With that, he plunges the tip of the handle inside me.
I swallow hard, trying to shove my thoughts away.
It’s barely anything.
“You being a good girl like this will reward you, petal.” He doesn’t shove it farther but twists it slowly. “First thing I’m going to do is taste your tiny clit.” He moans too.
The deep timbre of his voice echoes in the bathroom. I’m intoxicated.
“I’d lick each moan that escapes you and savor them to my memory.”
I gasp, “Yes, please.”
He pulls my hair backward with his free hand, the cold feel of the helmet grazing my chin makes my pussy tingle.
“What if I’ll chase you, catch you, and slide my cock inside you?”
My eyes roll in place as he still holds the tip of the handle inside me, but his thumb starts strumming on my clit and my body listens to the rhythm.
“I’d do it in front of everyone if I have to.”
He tugs at my hair again, and I whimper in pure joy, letting the pleasure consume me and bathe me in its raw form.
“If that’s what it takes to open you up, I’d thrust you until you scream my name.”
He pulls the knife and holds it to my throat, my pussy is still pounding and convulsing as he plays with it along my flesh. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, the neighbors will know who’s fucking their neighbor in B4.”
“Theo.” His name thrusts out of me.
“Come on, petal, you can do better than that.” The feel of the cold metal crossing my jaw and slipping down over my throat again sends me on a hazardous trip while the vibrations of my suction toy are back to consume me.
My clit tickles as the power of the device heightens and takes all of me with it.
“Theo,” I scream as a climax enraptures me, and cadence moans follow.
My body is under a spell, wanting it to last for as long as it can.
“You like knife play, petal?” he waits for my answer as I gaze at him through my cloudy vision. “Tell me what I want to hear.” He uses his stern voice.
I reply softly, “I do.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “On your fours, I want that ass facing me.”
The water sluices underneath my wobbled form as I shift and position myself like he wants. Half of my hands and knees are inside the water, and my breasts spill and float above.
He groans in approval, and the deep vibrations make my clit pound again, “Who’s a good girl?”
I lose my focus when he speaks.
SMACK.
He lands a hard slap on my bare ass.
The water makes it slicker and more painful while a whimper leaves my throat. His handprint, most likely, decorating it because it stings and buzzes through my body like road rash.
“Pay attention.”
