“I’m sorry, I thought—”
I swiftly plant a finger on her lips to make her stop. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
My other hand slides down her thigh to her knee and back up again until her entire body is covered in goose bumps. Then I lean over the side of my seat and grab the knife sitting in a block. Her eyes immediately widen, and her body tenses up. I hold her in place as I bring the knife close.
I look up into her eyes. “Don’t. Move.”
It’s not just a command. It’s a dare. A dare to see this through until the end.
And as I drag the knife all the way from her knee up to her pussy, she shudders in place, fear striking her hard.
“What are you so afraid of?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as I slide the blade across her sweet, pink skin, wishing it was my tongue instead. I run it across her belly and go all the way to the top, circling her nipples until they’re peaked. “Do you think I’ll hurt you?”
Her lips quiver. “Maybe …”
“Do you think I could?” I ask.
She nods.
“Do you think I want to?”
Her lips part, but she hesitates.
I stop and pull it away from her, leaning back into my chair just to admire the view. “Sit,” I growl, and I pat my lap.
She does what I ask, but not without the inner turmoil clearly showing on her face. But she begged me to do it … so I will give her everything I have to offer.
Her ass feels so good against my pants that I find myself fantasizing about biting into it. Maybe another time … after.
She eyes the knife like a hawk as I slide it along her arms and down her back until that too creates goose bumps on her skin.
“What are you doing?” she asks as she glances at me over her shoulder.
“Desensitizing,” I reply.
“Oh …” she murmurs. “I thought you were contemplating where to slice me.”
I snort and bite my bottom lip. I’m not content with a one-time show. I want more. I want everything, and I want it forever.
So I slam the knife into the chair’s armrest right in front of her. She jolts from the fright. I take the opportunity to grasp her wrists and pin them to her back, fishing a pair of cuffs from the drawer in the desk next to me so I can bind them together. She’s at my mercy now, completely helpless on my lap, left to my every whim. And she doesn’t even flinch.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispers.
I tilt her head back by her hair. “Oh, trust me when I say I’ll be anything but gentle.”
I immediately rip down my zipper, take out my cock, and lift her up and down again, right on top of my shaft. Her mouth forms an o-shape, not fast enough for the sound to come out, but fast enough to register the fact I’ve buried myself deep inside her aching pussy.
All this time, she was lying, telling herself she didn’t want me, and now her pussy is already wet just from a single devious touch.
“You’re my little angel, aren’t you?” I growl, fucking her harder every time her ass ends up back on my lap. “An angel who did a bad thing, but who wants to remember so badly she’ll do anything for it. An angel desperate for love.”
She bounces around on my lap as I fuck her hard and fast. “Yes,” she mewls.
“Say it! Tell me you’re my angel!”
“I’m your little angel!” she cries, making me fall harder and faster than ever before.
And I pull her head back sideways and force a kiss onto her lips as I thrust in hard and mercilessly.
She doesn’t pull back even though I expected her to bite. Instead, she deepens the kiss, her lips opening to allow me access, which I greedily take. My tongue swivels around inside her mouth, desperate for more. She tastes divine, like walking sin ready to be devoured, and I want nothing more than to claim her for myself. Not just today, but forever.
And it hurts to know that I can’t keep her with me, despite wanting to more than anything. After all, those are the rules. We’re supposed to set them free when they’ve been punished and repented. But will I be able to let go, knowing it will cost me everything?
I don’t want to stop kissing her. Don’t want to stop fucking her every orifice. She is mine, and