Page 197 of One Eye Open (The BlackWater)

“Trust me.” Cole said meeting her gaze. He knew this bit would be pushing it, that of all the things he’d wanted to do, this moment here would be where she’d be most likely to resist.

She shuddered staring back at the knife in his hand. What the fuck was he even going to do with it? Was he going to cut her? Hurt her with it? He’d said this was about pleasure but that knife certainly suggested otherwise.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Yes Master.” She said as clearly as she could through the mouth spreader. His cum was still all over her mouth, she could taste the saltiness of him and for a second she wondered how hot she looked, lying there, restrained, already covered in his spunk.

He smiled. Fuck she was perfect, so fucking perfect he thought. Even in this second, even when he could see she wanted to back out, to stop, she was still going, still letting him use her.

He held the dagger in his right hand and pushed the tip of it into his left index finger. He wanted her to see it wasn’t blunt, that it would absolutely cut her if he chose to or if he made a wrong move.

She gasped as her eyes widened.

He then dragged it lightly up her leg, starting at her toes, then her ankles, he ran the flat of it against her inner thigh and she could feel the coldness of it. He moved it up further, across her clit and she gasped again at the sensation before he dragged it up her stomach, to stopping just below her breasts.

“Your body is mine Slave. Your pleasure is mine. Everything you feel, every moment is a moment I give you.” He stated lifting the blade and slowly, carefully, he circled her left nipple. She tried not to move, tried not to breathe either. The metal was so cold, she could feel the trace of it, the ghost of where it had touched her. He moved to her right nipple, repeating the action. She stared at him, stared at the blade, watching every single movement. He met her gaze before bringing it up the centre of her chest and the along her neck, extending her throat till he reached her chin.

“Cole.” She gasped.

He looked at her and for a second it was like the mask came down, like this dominant alpha arsehole Cole was gone. And then suddenly he flitted right back to his cold hard stare.

“Turn over.” He said. She frowned. How the hell was she meant to do that with her arms and legs restrained as they were?

He shook his head, picking her up and roughly turning her around. She sunk her face into the bench, trying to breathe, trying not to move.

He ran the blade back down along her spine and for a second she wondered if he might actually cut her, but as he reached her arse he stopped and she heard a clatter as he tossed it.

“Your arse is perfect.” He murmured putting his hands on either cheek and massaging them. She moaned loudly. He was clearly straddling her. His fingers slipped down, teasing her arsehole and she moaned even more.

“You like me playing with your arse now don’t you whore?” He asked.

She nodded in reply. He tutted before smacking her arse across her left cheek.

“Use your words Slave.” He said.

“Yes Master. I like it.” She said into the bench.

He grinned, probing her, slipping his finger into her rectum and thrusting a few times. She started writhing, lifting her arse, responding to it. He slid another finger in and she gasped as he started spreading them, opening her arse up more. Fuck it hurt, he wasn’t being gentle, he wasn’t being careful. He did it a few more times before pulling both out and sliding something cold and hard into replace them. It was big, girthy, it felt ridged and with every push he made it felt like it jolted through her body.

“Argh.” She moaned half in pain half in pleasure.

“Lie still Slave.” Cole muttered as she instinctively tried to pull away. He grabbed her hips, holding her and pushed one final time. She let out a yelp as whatever it was filled her arse up so deeply.

And then she yelped again as something hot, something liquid dripped onto the skin of her back. It was a tiny drip, and she lay still trying to figure out what it was before she felt another and another. Was he pouring wax? She wondered. With every drop it felt like her adrenaline picked up. Every one landed so hot it felt like it was scalding her, burning her skin but within seconds it would cool, and stick but every time it did, every time she got her breath back he would do it again. And every time he did, every time he poured a tiny bit more she would jerk and whatever the hell it was in her arse would smash into something deep inside her sending a wave of pleasure, a wave of euphoria.

“Oh god.” She cried, realising suddenly that she was close, really close.

“Are you going to cum?” Cole asked and she nodded.

He laughed. “No you fucking don’t.” He said smacking her arse which if anything made it even worse, pushed her closer.

“Please.” She begged.

“Please what?”

“Please Master. Please can I cum?” She asked.

“No. You haven’t earnt it yet.” Cole said putting the wax aside and yanking whatever was in her arse half out. She whimpered, feeling her body’s desperate need for release start to slip away.

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