Page 58 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
I look up at Jacob questioningly. He says nothing, his face a complete mask of stone. I take the knife and feel the weight of it in my hands as I turn it over and look more closely. It’s an open flip knife that has an intricate design on the leather handle. The workmanship that went into it is beautiful and for a moment I wonder if he made it. I look back up at him, but he says nothing. Is he giving me an olive branch? Would he like me to use it? He’s being unusually quiet and still. Not at all like the monster I’ve become accustomed to.
Then a thought crosses my mind, one that now I’ve thought of, I can’t shake it. I know what he’s asking me without using hiswords. He wants to see what I do with it; he wants me to use it on him. I look up at him in surprise and understanding. He’s giving me the closest thing he has to an olive branch and although I’m confused by the turn of events, I’m glad he’s not reigning down any brutal torture on my body like I assumed he would.
Wordlessly I lay the knife on the bed between us, I climb off the bed and walk to stand in between his legs. I reach for his t-shirt, and he allows me to tug it up over his head and expose his beautiful, untarnished skin.
I allow myself to be guided by my gut and my instincts around this feral man. I feel the need to cause him pain, not from myself wanting to inflict it, but because it’s emanating from him. His eyes look almost vulnerable in this moment but there’s also a hint of taunting, daring me to go further, watching what I am bold enough to do, should I be brave enough.
He gave the knife to the wrong girl if he thinks I won’t be using it. I climb onto his lap, careful as I feel the plug with every single movement. I lower myself onto his thighs, my bare pussy feeling the air on my skin as I sit open wide, my legs straddling his. I pull back so we’re almost nose to nose and look deep into his hazel eyes. What I see looking back at me surprises me. He looks younger, weaker without his armour of cruel words and snarls. I can’t even reconcile the man and his expression looking back at me with the man who I’ve come to know and loathe.Maybe there is a human in there after all,I wonder as he looks back at me unflinching and unmoving.
I allow my eyes to crinkle at the edges only the slightest and one side of my lips to curl up before I lean into his neck and I bite into the skin deeply below his ear, knowing I’ve hurt him, I’ve marked him, making his hands fly up around my waist. A deep groan rumbles in his throat but he doesn’t shove me off, doesn’t berate me or scold me for my actions. I take that as permission to scrape my teeth down his neck, nipping andbiting, sucking and branding him in a way I suspect he gets off on. Satisfaction courses through me as I feel the power shift from him to me. I drink it in, making me bolder, wanting to inflict more pain and see how far he lets me go. I can feel his permission without him saying a word. And I take it.
I pull off the t-shirt he gave me and pick up the knife, placing one hand around his neck, I use the other hand to skim the tip of the knife’s blade down his neck which scratches but doesn’t bring blood, only raises the skin. I can feel his heartbeat pulse around his neck, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest and his warm breath caress over my shoulder as I lick along the trail the knife has left for me.
I pull back and look into his eyes that dance back at me, defiant and yearning. He’s fighting for control in his head, conflicted because he also wants to see what I’ll do, how I can makehimfeel. He holds onto my arse but doesn’t touch me or make a move, he’s rigid.
I take the knife and run it from one shoulder, across his collarbone slowly and to his other shoulder. Again, I run my tongue along the raised, scratched skin and wonder what his blood tastes like. Gently, carefully, I make a circle along the outline of his pink, peaked nipple and enjoy the way he takes in a breath of fear and anticipation. I’m painfully careful, not wanting to slip or slice, my hand shakes a little but the power he has given me makes me heady and wanting more. I bring the tip to the peak of his nipple and press down only enough to nick so the tiniest bubble of blood rises to the surface. I smile up at his dark eyes—I felt the shudder run through him as the knife drew blood. I lower my tongue and suck his nipple into my mouth tasting only the tiniest flavour of copper, pulling out a groan from deep in his chest. Hearing that noise from him, knowing it was me who put it there, I want to hear it again.
I move my attention across to his other nipple and run the knife around his pink raised flesh as goosebumps travel acrosshis skin. I draw out the tension as I circle the knife again and again, not slicing or scratching, just touching gently. I feel his chest begin to heave with deeper breaths, I hold the tip over the top of this peaked bud and nick it and we both watch as a tiny bead of blood comes to the surface of his skin. I lick my lips and lean in to suck it up, wanting to hear his deep rumble again. He does not disappoint as his groan rumbles out from his chest to his throat and he pushes his hard cock upwards, so I feel the length of him solid down one leg. My sadistic monster is enjoying himself.
Eyeing him cautiously, I lower the knife to the bed and climb off his lap. Standing in front of him, I take my chances and say, “Stand up.”
To my amazement he does. He’s lost to the anticipation of vulnerability and submission. Never once have I taken power and become the dominant. Never once have I wanted to until now. I unbutton his jeans and pull them down over his hips and see his bare skin as his cock jerks free, heavy and leaking. I avoid brushing near it, and help pull the legs of his jeans down so he can step out of them.
When he stands before me naked and erect, his eyes asking what comes next, I say in a sickly-sweet voice, “Be a good boy and lie down on the bed face down.”
His pupils dilate and for a second I think he’s going to grab me but all he does is turn, climb onto the bed lying down with his arms bent at the elbows, resting his cheek on his hands.
I look in awe at the beauty of his body. His wide, built shoulders taper in a v shape to his hips and the perfect sculpture of his arse. I waste no time climbing onto the bed, grabbing the knife and running the tip of it from the top of his neck, painfully slowly down his spine until I finish at the crack of his arse cheeks. He subtly shivers when I take the knife away. I feel the urge to stroke over the skin of his cheeks, between his arse cheeks, to lick up his arse cheeks. Lowering the knife to thebed, I run my hands one after the other from the top of his arse cheeks, dipping them between his cheeks, putting pressure behind them so that one after the other they dip between his cheeks, massaging deep, seeing how far he lets me go.
He doesn’t clench; he doesn’t move. He allows me to massage in a place I assume no one else has touched before. He relaxes between my hands and allows me deeper access. I wish I had lube or something to help my hands slip easier between his cheeks. I could spit but I decide to do something else. I hold his cheeks apart, lowering my head and, feeling the plug nestled deep inside my own back hole, I swipe my tongue along Jacob’s. I don’t know what possesses me, but the desire to run my tongue from his hairless ball sack up along his crack takes over me. I flatten my tongue and lick up, tasting the fresh shower gel as I go along. I lap, over and over again, feeling his body vibrate beneath me. I lick him up like a delicious ice cream and almost lose myself to the vision as he begins to rock his hips to meet my tongue and alleviate the pressure I’m sure is pounding in his trapped cock below him.
Then I spear my tongue and push it against the tight rosette of his arsehole. I feel the groan through his body as he loosens up and begins to allow me entry, allowing my tongue to gain access to his arsehole. I moan too, his submission sparks my clit and the pressure in my own back hole has me rubbing myself to alleviate the building sensations.
My face between his cheeks, I revel in the noise he is making thrusting deeper onto my tongue then rubbing himself on the bed. It’s all too much and I come, tongue buried in his arse, moaning. He stops thrusting and I know he’s found his release too as his arse clenches around my tongue and I withdraw.
Sitting up in a daze, I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. Jacob lays still in his own come. “Stay there,” I rasp as I climb off the bed and walk quickly into the open bathroom. Ibrush my teeth, waking up from whatever spell I was just under. I take some toilet paper back over to Jacob. “Roll over.”
He does so and there is a wet patch on his left as his cock lays at half mast between his legs. Lying back on my pillow, one forearm behind his head, he’s relaxed and sated, his expression open and calm. He doesn’t smile; he just watches curiously as I clean up his cock. He sees me glace at the knife. I haven’t tasted him properly; I want to taste him properly. I pick it up, crawl up his body and lightly slice into the skin just at the bottom of his neck and suck hard and deep. The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth and my senses. I know I’m giving him a hickey as I keep sucking for more. I should have cut him deeper, but I am also not skilled enough to play any more than scratches and light nicks. It’s then I feel Jacob’s arm come up around me and hold me tight to him, keeping me in position, clearly enjoying the way it makes him feel. I don’t disagree.
Eventually I have to stop sucking because there is no more blood flowing from the tiny cut. I hear one word croak out of Jacob for the first time since we ate together, “Again.”
His arm relaxes around me and I raise up on my wrists to see his eyes, to let me know what he truly means. Seeing the pupils so large and pleading, I take that as my permission, picking up the knife and slicing it higher above his neck, drawing a line of blood pointing downwards and I suck like it’s the nectar of my life. Again, his arm bands around my waist and he shudders as I feast on him like my life depends on it.
I pull away and see the two vibrant hickeys on his neck and smirk to myself. He is not going to be able to forget this experience in a hurry. My lips are moist and puffy when he lifts his arm from below his head and pulls my mouth to his and kisses me deeply, passionately. I’m surprised but reciprocate in an instant understanding this man is giving me access to a side no one else gets to experience. Our tongues tangle in a heated mess of give and take. I manage to hold myself up on oneforearm beside his head as my body lies flush across his, my legs spread open around his hips as he holds me close to him. I feel the arm holding me tight loosen as it roams my back in an open hand, running up my spine and across my back. In a moment of abandon I lose myself to his touch and his mouth as he makes me feel butterflies that I’ve not felt since I woke up in this attic room and Angus was kissing me. Jacob becomes another person entirely as one hand roams my body and the other holds my head to his as he devours my mouth. Tasting the last remnants of his blood on my tongue. The kiss begins to turn heated as he nips and bites at my lips, drawing blood and sucking my tongue into his mouth with a renewed hunger and power.
I relinquish my dominance back over to Jacob as his powerfully strong hands pull my hips down to his awaiting erection. Lining himself up, he thrusts into me and fills me whole, impaling me fully on himself. We both groan at the feeling, me more so as I feel his cock rub up against the plug still seated in my arse holding his come inside me from earlier. I know he can feel it too as he moves my hips up and down his length, not releasing my mouth for air. We move as one, connected at both ends. The kiss, the sex, it’s all consuming. We are just two people becoming one as we ride each other and kiss each other chasing our pleasure, building up to our next high.
Releasing my mouth, Jacob begins to run his teeth down my neck, nipping and sucking a trail to my collarbone. As he makes his way back up my neck still moving inside me, I feel his teeth bite deep into the skin like I did not so long ago. I howl at the pain and the pleasure that radiates from my neck and inside my pussy. The noise spurs him on and he bites and sucks me again and again until one just below my other ear cuts deep and that’s it.
“Fuuuucccckkkk!” I scream as I come around his cock, lowering my head to his shoulder as he roughly moves my hipsover his cock to find his peak and fall over the edge after me. I hear his guttural moan when it happens which is like honey to my ears. Hearing this man come spreads warmth across my skin like silk and I can’t get enough of it.
I lay my damp body still across his as we both take in what just happened. Since when did I like to cut and fuck? Since now apparently. Since when did I have moments of passion with the very man who calls me his whore to my face? Since now.
Gently, Jacob lifts me up and lays me on my back, I feel the loss of him as the plug jostles inside of me. He kneels in front of me on the bed, raises my legs as I look at him questioningly, and gently pulls at the plug buried inside of me. I try to relax the muscles holding it inside of me and he manages to nudge and pull the large plug from out of me as liquid leaks out of both my holes. He just sits and watches his come seep from both holes, interest and amusement written over his face, a completely different face to those I have known up until now.
Unsure what happens now, I can only watch as he pulls back. Two angry red marks on his neck stand out against his tanned skin as he retreats from me, from us, from everything we just shared together. He climbs off the bed, picks up his knife and his clothes and walks in long strides out of the room, leaving me alone once more.
What just happened?is all I can think as I lie on the bed, a mess both emotionally and physically.
