glistening in the night like liquid. I pull a knife out, and my wife's eyes glitter with anticipation as I destroy the nightie, letting it fall in tatters to her feet. Her frightened eyes meet mine, and I smirk at her.
"You scared?" She merely nods. "You better fucking be." My hand finds its way between her legs, cupping her hungry little cunt.
"Please," she whispers. "Don't hurt me."
I laugh out loud. "Little too late for that, don't you think? You told me you wanted this. Now you'll just have to fucking suffer through it."
I raise the knife to her throat, the steel glinting in the moonlight. We're sick for doing this, but I don't give a fuck because my cock is harder than ever, begging for attention as it strains against the fabric of my jeans.
"You want to be hurt, don't you?" I ask June softly. The knife is so close to her skin I could easily nick her. But I'm careful. I don't want to leave permanent marks. I just want to scare her. I feed off her fear. Off the pure, unfiltered lust that mixes with it in her pretty eyes. "Tell me you want me to hurt you."
"Hurt me," she breathes, and my cock jumps to attention.
"With the knife?" I ask.
"With your cock."
Fuck, she's perfect. The knife presses against her skin. I've got the tip right at the hollow of her throat, and I'm watching her swallow, knowing I could pierce her skin with one wrong fucking move. The thought turns me on.
"Kneel," I order, and she obeys. I hold my knife in front of her taunting her with it as I undo my jeans and pull out my cock. June's eyes widen at the sight of it, drinking me in, looking up at me with pleading eyes. She wants it in her pretty mouth... But I want to taunt her even more. I press the tip of her lips and raise the knife when she tries to suck it in. "Not yet. Watch it. Look at it. Tell me how desperate you are for it."
"Please, K-Kade," she whispers. "Feed it to me... Feed me your cock, please. I'm dying for it."
"What will you do for it?" I swipe my cockhead against her lips, leaving pre-cum on her eager mouth. "How far will you go to have it down your throat, Junebug?"
"I'll do anything." She's really fucking desperate now, and it's beautiful. "Anything you want, Kade... Anything you ask for, please, I'll do anything!"
"Show me," I order her, and she trembles, pushing her tits together as her eyes meet mine. "More."
She puts my cock between her tits, fucking it by moving up and down quickly. It's fucking amazing, and I groan as another bead of pre-cum escapes my tip, sliding down her pale skin. Raising the knife again, I order her on the bed. June lies back, eyes wide as I get on top of her. I pull the black leather belt from my pants and use it as a makeshift collar and leash for her. The clang of the buckle makes the hairs on June's arms stand upright, and I smirk at her.
"You're such a sick little girl," I tell her. "You live for this... To be fucking hurt..."
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, I want it. Kade, give it to me..."
Holding the knife to her throat with one hand, I position my cock at her entrance. "Beg."
"Please, please, you can have anything... I'll let you have anything."
"Will you let me have your cunt?" She nods eagerly. "Will you let me put my seed in it?" More nods. "Will you let me knock you up?"
This time, she hesitates, and I press the knife closer to her skin, making her squirm beneath me as she whispers, "Please, don't..."
"No," I hiss. "Tell me. That's what I fucking want. Another one of my children in your belly. Tell me you want it. Tell me you'll give it to me. Tell me I can have any-fucking-thing I want from you, Junebug."
"You..." She gasps when the very tip of the knife presses against her skin. Fear makes her eyes wider than ever, the pupils so dilated I can barely make out her irises with the moonlight lighting the room. "I'll let you have it."
Something's broken inside her now, and she's even more desperate. She grabs my wrist holding the knife and pushes. I break skin. A tiny drop of blood appears on her throat. I throw the knife aside and slam her against the