Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“As you wish.”
My breath stalls as he moves the final inch quickly, the knife pushing my panties into the valley of my pussy. I have no idea if the liquid that trickles down my leg is cum or…blood. The thought of it, running red, makes me hotter than I’ve ever been. Would he do that? Do I want him to? God, holding back the urge to squirm is impossible, but somehow I’m managing it.
I whimper as I feel the knife being drawn back, through my slit, and finally relent. “My pussy is yours,” I whisper, and feel him stop.
He leans in close, his hand delicately brushing the hair from my face. “What was that, kora?”
“I said my pussy is yours. You can do what you like with it.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Tell me the truth. You’re a virgin, but you’re still a slut. For me, you’re a slut, aren’t you?”
“No.”
The knife presses in harder. “Say it.”
“I—I’m a virgin. And a slut. Your slut. Only yours.”
“Good girl.”
I let my thighs relax, and he withdraws the knife. The thought of my panties stained with blood is both terrifying and exciting beyond measure. I want to look. I want to see what he’s done, but he’s still leaning over me so hard I can’t move.
“Now, let’s see my soaked little prize, shall we?”
Apollo doesn’t wait for my answer. He pulls at the hem of my dress, and then I hear it tear. I feel cool air on my ass, then my back as he slices through the only item of clothing I have with me but I don’t care. I feel liberated, sexy, worshiped. I know I shouldn’t. The things he’s saying and doing to me should make me feel dirty and frightened, but somehow I know I’m safe with him. That this is something I could stop if I wanted to.
If I truly demanded it, he’d back off, I’m sure of it.
When the dress is cut away, he peels it gently to either side, and I feel him grip one of my buttocks. “Such pretty little panties. Did you wear these for me?”
I nod. “It’s all for you.” The words tumble from my lips without a moment’s thought, natural, easy. I’ve submitted now, he’s dominated me, and all I can do is comply.
“So I get to keep them?”
“Yes.”
I gasp as the cold blade slips between the flesh of my hip and the strap of the thong. A single snick and it goes loose. He moves to the other side. Snick. And I feel the strip of material pulled away from my soaked pussy.
I hear him inhale deeply, then hear the rasp of a zipper. “That feels good,” he says, and I moan in frustration at the thought of what he’s doing.
“I want to watch.”
He laughs. “Watch what, kora?”
“I know what you’re doing.”
I feel something heavy and thick slap against my left butt cheek, and I know what it is as he leans back over me.
“What am I doing?” he asks.
“Masturbating with my panties. I want to watch.”
“Does it make you want to touch yourself?”
“Yes. I’ll touch myself, just let me watch.”
“What do good little girls say?”
Again, I don’t even hesitate. “Please.”
The pressure releases as he moves back, and I take the first proper breath I have since he bent me over the counter. I turn and meet his eyes, then let my gaze drop.
God, there it is. It makes my mouth go dry to see it. I’ve watched porn, sure, but I’ve never seen a cock up close and in real life like this.
Are all men so big down there? How is it supposed to fit inside any woman and not destroy her in the process?
I’m surprised to see my panties slick with nothing but my own juices. He didn’t cut me. Is he really so skilled with a knife, or did he use the flat side against me? And am I relieved or disappointed? Do I really want to feel what it’s like to be cut in a situation like this?
As he strokes himself, apparently not caring that I’m watching, I move to complete my end of the bargain, slipping what’s left of my dress off my arms and letting it fall to the floor. He doesn’t disguise his interest as he stares at the spot between my legs, but I no longer care. I spread my legs apart as I reach behind me and unhook my bra, watching his cock engorge further still, the head turning swollen and red when he sees my nipples, hard as bullets right now, revealed for him. I let the bra fall with the dress, then reach down.
I rock against my fingers as I watch him rub my ruined panties along his length. I’m so sensitive right now, I don’t know how long I can hold back, but I’m determined not to climax first. Let him be the weak one that comes in his hand, then I’ll tip over into my own orgasm. In silence he watches me pleasure myself, almost like he’s studying for an exam, then adds spit to his hand and glides it up and down his shaft.