Page 78 of My Turn Petal
His dark chuckle hums through me and the wood. “Mmm.” He groans, kneading my ass cheeks.
I collect a shaky breath.
“How many times do I have to tell you to watch yourself when we play?” He squeezes my ass. “Are you hurt?”
I scan the area for unwanted company, thankfully, no one is here. Although, knowing someone might walk in on us turns me on. “No. I’m okay.”
Parting my buttocks apart, his thumb glides along my asshole, caressing the spot gently and slipping over my pussy to gather my arousal.
His body dips forward, his warm breath on my neck and he finds the perfect spot to sink his teeth as he pushes his erection farther into my ass.
I can let Theo in. I’m not afraid of him. I can trust him. I’m happy. I feel at peace.
Sex isn’t everything in a relationship, but it is a significant part of it. A beautiful part that lets you explore all your wild desires and unleash a part no one else sees.
Yet, do I deprive him of a connection with someone else? Someone he can fuck, make love with, feel a deeper level of intimacy with?
Underneath his firm grip, my flesh rolls as he molds it.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
A jolt of ecstasy explodes in my pulsing clit, tickling my spine and clouding my vision.
Theo toys with my pussy to ease the burn.
I fill my lungs with air and exhale sharply when his hands land on my ass again.
“My fuck would consume every piece of your body, until…”
He extracts my switchblade from my boot. The sharp blade slices through the air and glides from my ankle, agonizingly slow, until it reaches my ass. The sharp tip digs into my ass cheek. Enough to feel but not to harm me.
“Until you are nothing but a tired mess of cum.” He spins the knife masterfully on the same spot.
“Yes.” I gasp out a moan, wanting him to beat my ass as it stimulates my clit. “Harder.”
“Fuck,” he pronounces the word so deliciously, I drip from that alone. “You’re a wild little thing.”
The movement in my peripheral vision—allows me to glimpse at him, checking his wristwatch.
Theo waits and waits for long minutes, playing with the blade in his hand.
He sighs and with it comes a burning sensation on my ass that pushes me farther into the dirt. The burn releases all the tension from my bones and eases my breathless form as I feel his hands soothe me.
“Your ass gonna like the ride home,” his finger rubbing my slit. “Don’t worry I’ll make it extra,” his thumb and forefinger pinch my clit hard, “Memorable.”
I bite my bottom lip.
He slides the handle of the knife across my shoulders and tugs at my braid.
“Do your worst,” I pant.
He collects dirt in his palms, tosses it on my ass, and rubs it in circles. The cold mud soothes the burn as it taints my flesh.
