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)
“I can’t,” she says, panting as I move back. She shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Are you ready to give up, kora? Say the word and we stop.”
She shakes her head again. “Fuck…you.”
“What was that? Red light?”
“Fuck you. There’s…there’s nothing else you can do to me. You don’t get to come.”
I laugh. Nothing else I can do to her? We haven’t even got to the main event yet. I grab the knife from the table and gently draw the blade along the back of her forearm.
In an instant, her eyes go wide. Curiously, she doesn’t cry out. Her head snaps to the left, staring at her arm. But even though I used the blade this time, I didn’t go deep enough to draw blood.
Not yet.
“No blood,” she says after a moment. “You—”
She falls silent as I step closer, pressing the knife to the side of her throat. “I could force you right now. Is that what you want?”
Her eyes are wide as she shakes her head. “No. Please.” Her voice is quivering, though whether with need or fear or a mixture of both I have no idea. “Apollo…”
I turn the blade in my hand, so fast that she can’t see, and draw it down her chest, the dulled point just scraping the skin but not cutting. When I reach her breast, I flip it again and just let it bite into her skin.
She cries out, whimpering as she throws her head back. I can only imagine what this is like, filled as she is in both holes.
I pull back, letting the tip slide around her areola and just pull gently at the nipple, then twist my hand again to draw the back of the knife down her stomach, watching her belly pit, pulling away from the cold and the imagined danger.
When I reach the top of her thigh, it’s finally on. My senses are almost overwhelmed as I take the next step, flipping the knife so that the blade is against her flesh and pressing just a little harder as I draw down.
Cassandra cries out, her whole body shaking, the end of the dildo quivering between her legs like it’s some disembodied cock about to pump its seed inside her. The blood pools around the edge of the knife, then trickles down her leg, moving to the inside of her thigh. When I hear her sob, I stop, looking up to meet her eyes.
Will she say it? Will she make me stop right now? I will, but—
“You bastard,” she spits, phlegm and sweat showering me as she shakes her head. “Fuck you. Fuck you.”
No red light. This was what she wanted, I remind myself.
“What’s the matter, kora? Too much for you?” I slide a fingertip through the drizzle of blood, then bring it to my nose, smelling the metallic scent, before rising and showing her. “Afraid of a little blood?”
“Fuck you. When I get out of this, I’m going to—”
“Who says you’re ever getting out of this, little girl? Who says I’m not going to keep you strapped here, ready and waiting whenever I want to use your holes?”
“I’m going to kill you,” she says, and I press my lips against hers, dropping the knife onto the table. I can’t wait any longer. I reach down as she squirms against me, trying to push me off, and pull the dildo from her cunt, leaving the plug right where it is.
The dildo clangs against the tiled floor, and I hear it roll away, but I don’t care. I’ll either find it and clean it later, or I’ll buy another. Right now, I need to take what’s mine.
I push my cock up between us, flattened between our stomachs, and grip it hard, pulling, pulling, pulling, my face still plastered to hers as she shakes her head side to side.
When I thrust my legs between hers, she finally pulls her face free of mine and cries out.
“No! No, you bastard. You motherfucker, I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll—”
Her gasp as I grip a handful of her hair and yank it back is accompanied by my own groan as I finally push my cock up into her. God damn, she’s tight. Fuck, that virgin hole is trying to keep me out. I bite down on her throat as I go deeper, and she moans, finally forgetting her curse words as she quivers with delight, her wrists shaking the chains above her, her legs trembling.
One thrust, two, three, and finally I feel myself break her barrier. I feel the gush of her cherry, and I’m able to move faster.
She groans, and when I let go of her hair she locks her lips to mine.
“More,” she whispers between kisses. “Faster. Fuck me. Make me your slut. Make me come all over this tiled fucking floor.”
“Cass—” I stop myself just in time, but she’s so far gone, so in the moment, grunting along with every thrust of my cock, that I don’t think she’d notice if I recited the entire dossier Camilo put on my desk the first time I saw her. “Rose, I’m—”