Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
Silas
I bring her lips closer and ram inside, not waiting one second before I sink in deep. I love the look on her face, the absolute hatred seething from her dark, soulful eyes as I bury myself inside her wet throat and claim it as mine too.
“Hate me. Despise me. I don’t fucking care as long as you’re on your knees for me.” I pull back out for a moment. “Now … are you going to tell me why you fucking stole from me?”
She shakes her head.
Of course she wouldn’t tell me. “Guess I’ll have to fuck the words out of your mouth instead.”
I plunge right back in again, leaving no second left wasted.
There is nothing quite like a good punishment session, but definitely nothing like the submission of a girl who would kill me with that same fucking knife.
I know she can feel my obsession with her entering her very fucking bones.
“Are you making that knife nice and wet, slut?” I groan, pushing her down on top of it while I’m still inside of her mouth. She gargles as I pull back and let her breathe for a second.
“Go ahead. Take a breath. I won’t allow a second one before you’ve come.”
“What?!” I dive back in before she can say another word.
“I’m tired of words, twig. That tongue licks better than it talks; now use it,” I growl, deepening my stroke.
“I know you can feel each and every piercing scraping the back of your throat. Do they remind you of your place, little thief?” I grin when she scowls. “That’s it … choke on my cock, slut.” I lick my lips as she struggles with my size. “Bite me, and I’ll make you drink the fucking blood from my cock.”
She struggles to take me, but I still thrust deeper, reaching down between her legs until I feel her wetness. She clenches, but I swat open her legs and flick her clit until her whole body begins to quake.
“That’s it, spread that wetness all over that knife,” I growl, enjoying the feel of her tight little throat and that tongue as it sucks on my length. I grip her chin and push her off my shaft. She sucks in the oxygen like an addict on drugs. “Say thanks.”
“Fuck you.”
I push her head back down all the way to the base. “I warned you, you’d regret it. Now choke on my goddamn cock like the good little slut you want to be.”
Her panicked eyes find mine, but I merely bring my fingers back down between her legs, flicking her clit to confuse her even more. I want her on the brink of destruction, almost ready to jump off herself, and I’ll be the one to give the final push.
She is my plaything, my toy. She is mine .
Ivy
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
That I’m letting Silas fucking Rivera claim my throat like it belongs to him.
And that my pussy throbs with an indescribable need.
I’ve lost it.
Completely lost it as I bounce up and down on this knife, wishing I didn’t feel that surge of pleasure washing over me. Nearly wishing I hadn’t stolen from him.
But I did, and this is the price I have to pay.
He forces himself inside me, his shaft thick and pulsating with greed. Every ridge, every piercing, I can feel it all as he buries himself deep inside my throat, depriving me of the oxygen I so desperately seek.
Shit, I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe, and he wants me to know.
My body no longer belongs to me.
It belongs to him now.
And I willingly gave up control.
The realization hits me like a truck as he pulls out again and makes me look at the tip of his hard-on as it bounces up and down in my face like he wants me to worship it.
“Do you see how powerless you are?” he groans before thrusting back in. “Take me deep, little slut. Let me hear you gag.”
I choke and heave, feeling him throb deep inside me while my tongue struggles to envelop him.
And even though I want nothing more than to curse him to the end of the earth, I’m still getting wetter and wetter. No matter how many times I remind myself this knife I’m fucking gave me a scar, I’ve already lost control.
And with every flick of his fingers across my most sensitive spot, I get closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
My mind slowly turns on itself, crazed with overpowered lust I’ve never felt before.
“Yes, look at me,” Silas growls as my eyes find his in the midst of insanity. “Show me what you look like when you give it all to me.”
Silas
“You thought you could steal from me?” I groan, my shaft twitching against the back of her throat. “Then you pay for it with an open mouth, ready to take my cock while coming all over my hand.”
I flick her clit until she finally explodes, after which I finally let her take in another breath by pulling out.
She sucks in the oxygen and heaves at the same time. “Fuck!”
“Beg, and maybe I will, twig.”
She frowns. “I didn’t mean—”
I shove her head back down. “What did I say about back talk?”
She takes me so well despite gripping my knees as if that’ll make me back off. I’m impressed. The more she fights, the more turned on I get, and with each stroke, her nails dig into my knees. “Yes, that’s it. Bring out those fucking claws. Hurt me like I hurt you.”
When I pull out of her, I spit on her face and spread it all over, then dip it into her mouth, swiveling around her tongue. “Lick. Show me what you can do with that filthy tongue of yours.”
She does what I say, but the defiance never leaves her dark, hate-filled eyes, and the longer I stare at them, the more I’m beginning to realize I found the perfect prey for my crazy needs.
She won’t give up, even when I tell her to. She’s not afraid to fight back, even if it hurts. And she won’t beg me until I make her.
“Yes… this is it. This is what I need. You .”
I get up from the couch, grab her face, and thrust back in again, face fucking her until her saliva coats my shaft and her moans reverberate through the room. Her gagging sounds make my balls tighten, and I roar out loud as my cum coats the back of her throat and then some.
When I pull out, she coughs and falls to her hands and knees, cum and saliva dripping out onto the floor.
“Finally …” she murmurs.
“Finally, what?” I grab her hair and make her look at me, the grin on my face growing wider the bigger her eyes get. “You thought I was finished?”
I walk behind her and force her back down as I come to my knees, pulling her off the knife. She gasps when I stuff two fingers inside her, feeling her up. “You’re so goddamn wet.”
I tear the knife out of the floor and take a whiff before I bring the handle to her mouth and say, “Bite on this.”
“Wha—”
I stuff it between her lips so she can’t say another word.
“Clean it,” I growl. “Taste your own excitement for me so you remember why you asked for this. You begged me to take your body in exchange for your crime. Did you expect to enjoy it so much, little thief?”
She frowns, almost ready to spit out the knife.
“Now bend over, and don’t drop the fucking knife while I fuck this pussy.”
Ivy
How dare he? How dare he remind me of my own damn wetness for him?
I want to swear, scream, shout, yell at him, but all my tongue lets out is a strangled moan as he rips into me. He’s so deep inside my body I feel untethered from gravity itself.
“Yes, that’s it, take me deep like the fucking slut you are for me,” he groans as his shaft pulses inside me, still as hard as when he was inside my mouth.
Shit. I can’t believe he can go another round. Does this guy ever have enough?
He grips my hair, twisting it into a knot as he rides me, forcing me into him over and over again. “This pussy was begging for my cock, wasn’t it? You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“I hate you,” I hiss, not knowing what else to say to let him know I would’ve never, ever, given any of this to him if it wasn’t for that goddamn debt.
“Yes, give me all your hatred, slut. It only makes me want to ruin you more,” he growls, pounding me raw.
His dick is so goddamn big, and each piercing rolls against my insides with each thrust, causing unimaginable pleasure to ripple through my body.
“I’m not your fucking slut!” I growl back through clenched teeth, which still hold the knife.
“You’re mine, and as long as you owe me this debt, twig, I’ll call you whatever name will make me want to coat you with cum. Now take it like a good girl, and maybe I’ll finally be satisfied after I’ve filled this pussy to the brim too.”
He shoves my head down into the puddle of cum on the floor and grips my thighs, pulling me closer to him with every thrust. “And you’ll beg me to do it.”
“The hell I will,” I growl back with clenched teeth.
His fingers dive underneath my belly, pushing my legs apart until he finds my clit from the top, and within seconds, I’m gasping for air, not knowing how to breathe with his fingers flicking me into insanity.
“You think you can keep this from me? I told you; I’ll take everything from you, whether you like it or not. And by the time I’m done with you, you will thank me for it.”
The taste of his cum still lingers on my tongue, reminding me of the hold he has over me. He thrusts in deep and circles his fingers around so expertly my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
“Feel that?” His middle finger presses down on my clit, slipping left and right with intent as if to remind me of my place beneath him, hungry for a fix. “That’s what being mine feels like.”
He pulls out and spears me again, and my body begins to shake with uncontrollable need.
“Don’t drop the knife, twig,” he warns. “Or there will be consequences.”
I struggle to keep it clenched between my teeth, the taste of my own juices a firm reminder of my position, my subjugation, my greed for more as he thrusts and thrusts.
“That’s it; fall apart all over my pierced cock like the slut you are,” Silas groans.
Right before I come, he stops circling, and the throbbing deep inside reminds me of how little power I have while a drawn-out groan escapes my mouth.
A wicked laugh fills the room, and he grabs the brush off the couch.
WHACK!
The hard wood leaves a heated mark in its wake, and I moan out loud.
“Make that sound again … but remember what I said. Don’t drop the knife.”
WHACK!
He hits my other ass cheek, the slap awakening a side of me I didn’t know I had. Because that slap definitely reverberated in my clit.
Oh shit.
“Are you going to scream for me, twig?” he asks. “Do it. Let the whole fucking house know what kind of a slut you are.”
He whacks me again and again, spreading the ache all over my ass until I can’t separate his thrusts from the spanking anymore. Pain and pleasure blend into one just like before, and my body literally quakes with need. My nails literally dig into the wood as he impales me while my orgasm looms closer, and my teeth clench together so hard the knife begins to cut into my tongue.
“Now beg. Beg me, thief.”
My brain has turned into complete mush. “Please …”
I cry out in both pain and bliss as the next strike makes my clit thrum, and I come so hard I nearly see stars.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” Silas groans before thrusting in like an unhinged madman.
A guttural groan leaves his throat, and I can feel the ropes of cum shooting into me before he pulls out and coats my red-stained ass too.
My whole body feels like it’s gone off the deep end—like I’m floating in nirvana or somewhere beyond.
He chucks the brush aside. A proud chuckle escapes his mouth as he gets up from the floor, admiring me from above. I can’t even move my legs or arms. Or anything, for that matter.
He bends over near my face and pulls the knife from my mouth, tucking it back into his pocket. “Look at you … so fucking perfect.”
Suddenly, he grips my face with both hands and smashes his lips onto mine. He laps up the blood from my lips before driving his tongue inside in full force. I’m defenseless to stop him, helpless against the onslaught of lust still flooding my veins, and desperate for more of whatever the fuck kind of hit he just gave me.
He kisses me feverishly, clutching my face with both hands as his tongue roams around my mouth, licking off the blood stains and saliva until nothing is left.
And I hate how much it gives me life. I hate it so much I bite his lip, but even that doesn’t make him flinch. Instead, he smiles against my mouth as his own blood dribbles into mine.
“I lied,” he whispers. “You did get another chance to taste my blood, thief. And I can’t fucking wait until next time when I’ll have another taste of you.”
The filthy grin on his face pulls me back into the here and now. Standing, he drops a few hundred-dollar bills before I can even process what just happened. “Now clean. It. Up.”