Page 69 of Fight or Flight
“Oh god,” he says on a gasp. “I’m…”
His dick pulses in my mouth, and I quickly pull off him.
He makes loud noises of protest and tries to use his grip on my hair to pull me back down to finish the job, but I ignore him and shift so I’m not straddling his legs and lift them by his thighs.
“What the fuck?” he splutters as I push his legs back so he’s sort of folded in half with his knees against his chest, his jeans still pinning his legs together where they sit around his upper thighs.
This position exposes his ass, and I reach into my pocket and pull out my silver butterfly knife when he tries to get away from me. I don’t open it, but I don’t need to in order to get my point across.
Shane’s eyes widen when he sees it, and he stops trying to wiggle free.
“Hold your legs up.”
His eyes flick between my face and my knife.
“Hold them, now.”
Slowly, he wraps his arms around his thighs and holds them against his chest.
“You have two choices.” I lower the closed knife to the back of his thigh and gently drag the metal handle over the denim of his jeans. “We can do this the easy way.”
His breathing hitches, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed, as I trace the edge of the handle over the exposed skin of his ass.
“Or you can pick the hard way.” Slipping the handle between his full ass cheeks, I run the smooth edge up his crease and over his hole.
He jerks like I just electrocuted him, but the way his hole flutters and his breathing picks up tells me he’s as into this as I am.
“So which is it?” I gently circle his hole with it, then hold the bottom corner against his opening. “Easy, or hard?”
He stares up at me with wide eyes, and the look in them is an intoxicating mix of fear and desire that’s somehow even more satisfying than if I were balls deep in him.
“Let’s try this one more time.” I pull the knife away and lean down. “Easy.” I lick my tongue over his hole, then gently dip just the tip inside him.
He jerks and cries out as he instinctively tries to push back against my mouth.
“Or hard.” I drag my lips over the exposed skin of his thigh as I touch the end of the handle against him again and press just hard enough that the edge of it dips inside him.
He jerks again, but his groan is loud and unrestrained, and I can’t help chuckling at how into this he is. I thought I was the only one who got off on this kind of play, but it would seem Shane does too.
I’ve always been into some fucked-up stuff, but I’ve never had a chance to indulge in any of my more extreme desires thanks to the people I’ve been surrounded with my entire life.
I know fear and anger shouldn’t get me hot, and the threat of violence shouldn’t be an aphrodisiac. But they do, and it is. I’ve also always known I have a thing for exerting power and control over my partner, but I never imagined it could be this incredible to have someone at my mercy like this.
No, not someone. Shane.
This wouldn’t be nearly as hot with anyone else, and the fact that he matches my kinks and gets off on the same fucked up stuff I do is the only reason I’m able to give in to them and go full mask off with him.
“So which is it going to be?” I ask, sitting back up so I can watch his expression. “Easy, or hard?” Lifting the knife, I flip it open and hold it loosely in my hand.
He gasps, but doesn’t otherwise move.
I do a quick spinning combo with the knife. “Remember what I said. Either ask nicely, or beg for it.”
His mouth opens like he’s trying to answer me, but all that comes out is a soft puff of air.
“Or maybe you want both.” I spin the knife again. “Is that what you want?”
He flicks his gaze between my face and the knife a few times, and the heat under his fear is almost palpable.
