Chapter 48
BLADE
I swing open the bathroom door, the sound of Amelia’s laughter echoing down the hall. Her playful squeals are driving me wild. I sprint after her, my heart racing not just from the chase, but from the pure fucking joy she brings into my life.
She keeps me on my toes, challenges me in ways no other woman has before. At first, I needed violence, murder, small doses of chaos to make me feel alive and satisfy my primal urges. But now, she does that all on her own.
I let her get ahead, wanting her to believe she has a chance to escape, prolonging the chase. She darts through the art hallway, her hair flying behind her as she disappears around a corner. I love that this university has endless hallways and rooms, the perfect playground for this type of game.
Amelia ducks into the library, and I follow, but she’s already slipped out the door on the other side. I chuckle, the thrill of the hunt surging through me. I catch a glimpse of her figure darting into the dining hall and I chase her through the maze of tables.
Suddenly, she throws down one of the chairs in my path. I don’t see it coming and just barely stop myself from tripping. I fall on one knee and it gives her a few extra seconds to run out of the room. I can’t help but smirk as I stand back to my feet. My conniving little angel.
She’s out of sight now, but not for long. I move through the building, checking each room until I spot her at the end of a hall, clutching her chest, trying to catch her breath.
Slowly, I adjust my footing and sneak up behind her. Just as she’s about to start running again, I grab and lift her off the ground. She screams in surprise but I place my hand over her mouth and shove her into the nearby janitor’s closet.
“Thought you could get away, did you?” My voice is a low growl in her ear.
I bend her over the janitor’s cart, her dress riding up. She shivers with anticipation, feeling the cool air against her thighs. She struggles against me, but I pin her arms behind her back.
The first smack lands on her ass, and she gasps. “Keep still,” I order, then land another smack. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I lean down, my lips grazing her ear. “I think you forgot who’s in control. I decide who gets pleasure and when. Now, get on your knees so I can remind your throat of that.” I rub her ass. “Understand?”
She nods.
“What do you say?”
“Yes, Blade…” she breathes out, and I release her. She sinks to her knees, the submission sending a rush through me. There’s nothing like this feeling—control, power, her surrender. It leaves me feeling alive in a way I can’t explain.
“If you run from this closet again and I catch you, I’ll take off my belt. Now, open,” I command.
She parts her lips, obedient, and I thrust into her mouth. My movements are rough, demanding. She tries to keep up, but I don’t let up, using the back of her throat solely for my pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice strained with pleasure, continuing my relentless pace. “Next time you think of running, remember this. Remember me fucking your throat so hard you can’t breathe.”
And she really can’t breathe.
I can tell by the way she’s sputtering, coughing, and gasping for air.
But that just makes me want to fuck her mouth even harder. Push even deeper.
Tears prick at the corner of her eyes as she chokes and gags. I stop moving my hips and instead, grab a fistful of her hair and guide her mouth back and forth with the grip. I push my full length into her, her nose to my stomach, and hold her there until she’s sputtering.
Finally, I pull back, letting her gasp for air. Her body trembles and shakes on its own. I tap her cheek. “Suck,” I order.
She opens her mouth again, taking me in, and there’s a look of determination on her face to pleasure me.
As she’s in the middle of sucking me, my fingers dig into her scalp, holding her in place and stopping the sloppy sucking. “How are you so good at this? Huh? You weren’t always this good at it in the beginning.”
She looks up at me and must notice how my eyes are wild.
“I-I…” she stutters.
I lean down to her level, gripping her jaw hard enough to force her mouth open. Which gives me access to spit into it, and her mouth hangs open in shock.
“Talk.”
When the shock wears off, she swallows hard, her face flushed. “It’s… it’s because, after the first time I did it on you, I realized I couldn’t hold my breath for long, so I practiced on… toys.”
My pupils dilate, a dark pride filling my eyes. “Jesus fuck, you’re such a good little slut.” She whimpers at the praise. “All for me?” She nods and a wicked grin spreads across my face. “I’m going to fuck you so good that you cry from it. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I grab her up and bend her over the cart, smacking her ass a few more times.
Her body responds so beautifully and each strike makes my cock strain against my jeans with an aching need. So I pull them down and rub my dick over her ass before teasing her entrance with it. She tries to push herself back onto it.
“Ah, ah, ah. I think I get to decide when I want to stretch you apart,” I rasp. “Beg for it.”
A small whine escapes her lips.
“Aiden…” she moans.
I respond with a low growl. “You keep saying my name like that you’re definitely gonna get fucked,” I mumble against her neck before nipping at it with my teeth. “But you’re not getting it until you beg.”
“P-please…”
“I think you can do better than that.” I tease the crown of my dick up and down her wet slit.
“Please, God, please.”
“Comparing me to God now? I must be good then, huh?” Without warning, I plunge in harshly, wrapping one hand around her throat while the other strums her clit. My teeth sink into the side of her neck as her cunt clenches around me, strangling me for dear life.
“Whose pussy is this?” I ask, my warm breath against her shoulder.
“Y-yours,” she breathes out, raspy and quiet.
“Louder!”
“Yours! Oh—oh my G… Mmm.”
“It better fucking be.” I interlock my hands around her throat, using it as an anchor to increase my pace. Her back arches and her perfect fucking ass bounces onto me.
Her pussy feels fucking amazing.
“Oh my god, what am I gonna do with this good pussy, huh?”
The thrusts don’t let up as I find a rhythm, deep but slow, making sure I’m buried inside her fully with every stroke. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her moans are loud and breathless.
Anyone could walk by and hear me tearing her pussy apart. Hear her yelling my name to the heavens.
“That’s it. Show me what your face looks like when it feels good. Does it feel good?” When she doesn’t answer, because she can’t, I chuckle. “Nod if it feels good.” She nods, of course.
Her hand reaches up, bumping into the glass vase on the cart, knocking it on the floor. The shards fall so beautifully. I stop, picking up a piece, and when I thrust back into her, I drag it lightly down her back.
She winces and cries out.
“You gonna bleed for me again?”
She whimpers as I cut a little deeper into her skin, making a random pattern. I would carve my name, but I don’t need to, she already has that permanently on her upper stomach.
As soon as the first drop of blood trickles down her back, I pound into her harder. The crimson against her pale skin makes my cock throb. I lean down, licking the blood off her back, then slice my finger with the glass and press it to her lips.
“Suck on my finger.”
“Mmmm,” is all she manages, still struggling to speak as I thrust into her, but she doesn’t open her mouth.
“ Suck .”
Finally, she takes my finger into her mouth, sucking the blood, and eventually biting down when I pull out of her and slam back in.
“Mmm, now your whole body is mine, including your blood, as mine is yours.”
I notice a few tears running down her face at the intensity of my thrusts, just like I promised there would be.
“I love it when you cry for me.” Thrust.
I grab a fistful of her hair to turn her head towards me. I kiss her nose, then her cheek, then her eyelid. “You’re so pretty when you’re coming apart on my dick.”
Thrust.