Page 44 of My Turn Petal
I avert my gaze back to him but I already know he caught me staring at the knife, and in two seconds he holds it over the pulse in my throat—I feel it beating beneath the metal.
An exhale catches in my lungs.
He plays with it across my jaw and taps on my chin once. “I know you want to open up for me.” His voice is back to consume me.
Yes, I fucking do.
He switches his palm with the knife, it covers my entire throat, and he squeezes it twice.
I can’t hold myself, “Mmm.”
“So delicate. So responsive. So beautiful.” The words he whispers into my ear elicit my body; my clit pounds frantically, and so is my heart while the knot in my core almost snaps.
I just want to feel him inside me.
“Say it,” he hisses, “Tell me what you want.”
“Mmm.” I don’t know. I can’t think coherently.
He slaps my ass enough for it to sting a bit but not like he did previously. “Say it.”
“I-I want to feel the knife again?” I gasp. Not sure if the oxygen circulates to my brain quickly enough, I feel like I’m on a fluffy cloud.
My breasts still swing in and out of the water with every movement I make, and the water itches as droplets skid down my flesh.
“The way the knife sharpens each stretch mark on your lush skin is a fucking sight to behold.” He drags it over my curves, drawing my outlines.
Every feral beat of my heart aligns with his.
His groans turn into seductive growls that send shivers down my spine, tingle every cell in my brain with how sexy and hot the sound is, and paint trails of goosebumps all over my flesh.
This feels so good. Out of a fantasy. He continues to thrill me every single minute without stopping, even in his silence I find him alluring.
The handle of the knife draws circles against my clit.
“Yes…” my voice is soft while my body tingles. “Oh my…” I shake a bit and roll my hips to match his rhythm. “Don’t stop. I want more. I-I—”
I can’t contain my unrelenting moans, they permeate the room one by one.
“I want to be fucked.” The pang in my heart stills for a quick moment when I confess.
Our pacing intensifies when he says, “You will.”
I feel his hand on my neck, he’s there, not to shove me inside the water but simply to guide me in. He doesn’t push me deeper either. He lets me feel the sensation of being under the pressure of the water and with closed eyes, I succumb to it.
His fingers slip to my throat as he pulls me slowly to the surface while he never stops using the handle around my clit.
He does it again.
Dipping my face inside the water, I writhe beneath him as the sparks he ignites in my core grow and drive me on the cusp of another orgasm.
Pulling me back to the surface, “Come for me, petal.”
With a circular motion around my clit, he chokes me and I let go, losing myself completely to him.
I climax hard, feeling like I’m swimming in a dopamine pool as the orgasmic sensation shatters through me.
“You want me to dip the knife inside your pussy again?” he asks for permission, I know he does because he promised.
